Long Croft Poems

The Spirits of Culloden. 
This is like a pilgrimage, a try tae come every year,
Gather at the cairn, meet old friends, wipe away a tear.
Standin on that moor, that once with blood was sodden,
Paying respects...

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THE DEATH OF A YOUNG KING . . .

Eight of the strongest and, bravest the of warriors; were collected in all
Each chosen for their strength; each of the same height, and, their gaul

Their task was...

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"Christmas is not just a season, but a state of mind. To cherish 
peace and goodwill, to be plenteous in mercy is to have the real 
spirit of Christmas."
      ...

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Alternately titled inferiority
complex since little boy
oft times ponder what
afterlife like beyond far horizon ahoy...

No matter scarce giddiness wave
did carry and buoy yours truly aloft
analogous to dwell amidst
hermetically sealed croft,
imagining small rented farm,

especially one in Scotland
comprising...

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Grab your gun, check the amo. Lock it back. Take a look out on
the world and fade to black. Go berserk. Lie your
conscience in the dirt. Let the pain and the anger do some
team work....

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Love is some thing i entreat 
Of which without it my eyes are in  the murk of picket -eye lids,
 It is a Croft on which our spirits  first grub
To then be able...

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I was a boy when we met .
Soulless with no practice to test ,
Selfless, that I couldn't share you my chest ,
And I remained so fallen as a chrest .

A numbnut who new nothing of...

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“Boys will be girls,
and girls will be boys”

Utter false parenting
The power of impotent suggestion
by the ignorant immature

God made the male and the female;
and at birth,
it’s womb evident navel plain to tell

Gomorrah girls will be Bela...

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“When I felt lonely and betrayed, God’s words, ‘Do not fear, for I am with you; do not be dismayed, for I am your God’ fell into my ears as a soothing zephyr”  By...

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Jealous games

You walked in, 
with those high heels...
and everyone,
watched you as you walked

Your little black dress,
fit you 
oh so tight...
attention was what you got

You stared at me,
as the men came around...
you flirted... with one and...

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I’ll love you, precious, I’ll love you
Till the Atlantic and Indian oceans kiss,
And the wind jumps over the mountain
And the laughing kookaburra sing at the shores,
I’ll love you for all you are yet to be.
I’ll...

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Though People think you are so soft
               But I know in your veins is blood
Who want to touch you in the...

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Tradition held sway and little Jesus emerged from the cellar

It had been cold and dusty next to coal and a pile of potatoes

There was no water all year and wine bottles were corked up

For the...

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The croft was the centre of our universe,
About it all day we kids would converse.
We talked of raiding a few streets away, 
We would steal their wood without delay.
Then on the night, we stood, eyes...

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The heart is a big, beautiful place
You can easily lose yourself
	in someone else
Take the time to explore
deeper than the face
Move beneath the surface ... 
		beyond a superficial lip taste
	and shallow embrace

Search for the hidden bosom...

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when darkness falls and time stands still
when all else fails and your nan falls ill
when flames of war polute the atmosphere
when you cannot take the alcohol
when you popped those pills and cant ask for more
when...

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She held a face up and it was price beyond and her presence eases everything around
God knows, 
I consider it a blessing knowing her and a triple blessing now dating her
Her heart is precious and...

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Bones remain, retain, and nourish
the under-croft, the terrain,
the meadow green.
Bones replant. They are meals for
the mouths of ghosts.

The dead feed the living,
and the living cut down the alive
to feed themselves.
The world must eat itself.
This is...

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The little girl as a heart condition and her mum and dad as asked for people to send her a xmas card, She loves opening nice mail, and her mum reads them to her this...

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So often up the hill we trod this path,
A simple thatch-roofed croft our goal,
Our shared safe haven, now so long ago.
Little we cared about the wintry blasts
That tested every sinew to the core.
Steadfast, our own...

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I sit in an open room
watching young girls come in and out
the clipboard in my lap
she calls my name and i stand
with slightly pudgy belly
scared
knowing there's a life already within
she know's i'm scared, but leads...

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There it stands, desolate and alone
That roofless shell where the winds
Still whisper of the past
When  scampering children's squeals
 And wheeling seabirds' cries
Rose thinly through the air.
A thatched croft  from which a healthy living...

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Bones and their ash remain,
retain and nourish
the under-croft, the terrain.
The meadow green.
Bones replant.

The dead feed the living,
and the living cut down the living
to feed themselves.
The world must eat itself.
This is called husbandry and farming.
It is...

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A striking figure pierced the fog
That lay upon the ground that day
The battle raged on all night long
But neither side was brought to bay

The soldier walked, as in a trance
I saw the color of his...

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By Parizo Van Thulare 

I'm not hurting coz I'm soft 
I'm not sad coz I'm like croft 
I'm not mad coz my heart is -15 knot
I'm crying coz you fail to notice me when I'm...

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