Long Canna Poems

Inspired by the painting "Highland Lassie" (1871) by Thomas Faed.

(Verse One; In introduction to Cailin)
Walkin' on the highways, searchin' down the byways,
Tromps a lonely figure on the Highland roads;
Peerin' from the Highdown, breezin' through the...

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To a Mouse
by Robert Burns
translation/modernization/interpretation by Michael R. Burch

Sleek, tiny, timorous, cowering beast,
Why’s such panic in your breast?
Why dash away, so quick, so rash,
In a frenzied flash
When I would be loath to run after you
With...

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Orange cosmos flowers inside a circle
along with the canna indica flowers;
A big smile of welcome at the front entrance.                                 ...

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Undiscovered poets hear me, to PH draw near, 
This just might be a good chance for your views to ring clear.

An email address you need to get up and running, 
Huge monkeys it‘s said could...

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    Tae A Mouse   
      (Whit wid Robert Burns say!)

Ha’ where ye gon ye cowrin feartie
Your impudence protects you sairly
I canna say but ye strut...

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Who is Sod and what’s this law
Sod’s law, what’s it for
Mend your car engine, drop your spanner
Can you reach it, no you canna
Perfectly aligned beneath the middle of the truck
Sod and his law, hard luck

Who...

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Written in Scottish dialect.

Jack, Bernard and John, the Bandit Kings,
Hae handicaps wae too high.
Each o’ them score four points a hole,
Ah canna tell ye a lie!

Me, ah’m Rabbie, the bard o’ the course;
Ah’m lucky tae...

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In Murano's heart, where fire takes its hold,
Molten glass awakens, a story untold.
The maestro, a sculptor with breath as his tool,
Shapes molten dreams, breaking the fiery rule.

From the furnace's depths, a fiery bloom,
Gathers on the...

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The semi dessert place of the beaten track,
a little oasis of orchards in the dirt cul de sac.
Where no one can find that man anymore,
stone walls full of herbs in bloom adore.
Walk through overgrown Granadilla,
Canna...

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Purkle fog
The purple fog descends anew,
Behind the battered green door too,
Purple flashes cross the room ,
A yellow candle burns in the gloom,
On a rough hewn table true,

Behind the battered door of green,
Where meet the misty...

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En France, les demineurs
still search the fields
removing shells, 
grenades and bombs
of two World Wars

Would that we had the same 
for affairs of the human heart
to defuse munitions lurking
under a landscape of civility
I’ll forgive but canna’...

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Copyright 2014 ALL RIGHTS RESERVED
Poetic Lyrics By Thomas Lam Hsi (Andress-'URSULA')


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Imbecilic

By the shores of imbecilic,
Butt painted with acrylic
Was a lunatic without much enterprise,

By the shores of linga-longer
Out past the dead Dingoes donga,
Was a man not used 2 telling many lies,

With a fornication permit,
And an itch...

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I hardly understand ye anymore…
Ye speak so softly
And my hearing it’s gone poor

Ye go all angry on me
When I misunderstand...It’s walkin’ on eggs 
When I walk through the door

I hold my tongue now
It’s rarely I...

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I’m here.
Holding up the sky

It will not fall on you
Not again
In these days once more
When you tell me you canna do it
Not again

Stuttering intakes of breathless oceans apart
Yet so close as to tingle fingertips
Gasping at...

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Remembering how the sweet scented garden stood
Straight stemmed Canna Lilies with pale yellow blooms
Follow the Fluer de Lis Iris spring's passion understood
Before Iris' purple, a host of Daffodils' sweet perfume  
Then the saliferous warrior...

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Witless Willy Speaks

Perhaps I’ll join a monastery
Or just dog paddle out to sea
By the neck a swinging free
But I don’t really want to

Perhaps I’ll get upon her goat
Perhaps I’ll swim the plurry moat
But canna find...

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Sunlight shines within the folds
your red and orange hues display
your brush upon the canvas spoke
of beauty words could not relay

Lost within this burning flame
I'm wittiness to the joy you saw
the beauty of your fire etched
within...

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Me slob clob be a dirty grey
me school an open alleyway
no sissy pens;  we wield 'em guns
me canna count but me's no dunce

Clompers bare;  me sneakers hocked
jiggle barefoot roll and rock 
breathe in...

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Golden Glowing Biscuits

Eohippus at the dawn of history rides off the earth
His son the dawn horse rides out on the day
First through a lush field of heather up ahead
Guided by shifting westward winds
Then over the...

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On your day in white
He shall take you to wife
Til death don't you part
Your eternal journey embark

The Holy Spirit of Promise
Joined with one kiss
May God and Jesus allow
For your infinite bliss

In faith and in temple
You...

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Enough to make
The heart quake…
The smile on Ruby’s lips

Enough to cause 
The pulse to pause…
The curve of Ruby’s hips

Enough to light 
The darkest sky
The sound of Ruby’s sighs…

Enough as such
The feel and touch
The heat of...

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Mind meanders the off-beat, sultry stream
In his irises beam dreamy-colored confetti
Satin seeds spark growing sensorial needs
Smiling silken caresses of petal-rich kisses

Breezy boldness makes a bloom succumb
Enamored by airiness, to nod and swerve
Heaven’s clouds swept along...

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