Long Geordie Poems

“Auld Lang Syne” - the most-sung New Year's Eve song

Courtesy Robert Burns
circa  (25 January 1759 – 21 July 1796)
the National Bard,
Bard of Ayrshire
and the Ploughman Poet.

Two hundred sixty one orbitz elapsed
since brief existence of...

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These steep hills are part of me
Where I learned to ride a bike
And gazed over the industrial haze
And ice-dammed the steep melting  streets
So the toy boat couldn’t
Drift out of control downslope.

Now,  like snow...

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An enormous pole 
made of chrome 
A table set 
Steve, knew he was home 

With a tiny leather thong, 
he swung around, 
in a world he did belong, 
with the rythm of the sound 

Around...

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TRIMDON GRANGE EXPLOSION   *  
( 16 FEB  1882,  DURHAM,  ENGLAND )

Noo March is heor and the wind she’s cowld  *
But the sixty nine sowls divvent feel it ...

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SCOTLAND

Very big sign on highway A1   going southways    
Out of Scotland into England,  
Painted with thistles, tartans, bagpipes,  says
“Haste ye back to bonnie Scotland”.
The  other side of...

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The concept of a top ten, is a wonderful choice
For Joe Flach's contest, your words become your voice
Typically for me, music comes first
Below are my ten, please read and rejoice

In alphabetical order, these ten you...

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Now where does this Highlander start
To thank those commenter's, present and past
So many read and absorbed
Their kindness to me always lasts

Dr.Ram and Carol Brown
My African Queen 'Miss Wilma Neel's
Michael from New York City
Whose comments I...

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All through the last winter
I sat on my own
Playing Cushie Butterfield
On my xylophone
I tried it as a two step
I tried it as waltz
Its not easy on a xylophone
To avoid playing shmaltz
But I got it just...

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The Reunion

I’ve been invited to a classroom reunion,
I can see my old chums over there.
Geordie Cockle has got a green suit on,
While Denver Crisp, is sporting no hair.

These people don’t look as I remember,
Some are...

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CULLERCOATS   *

Warm  brown sandstone cottage walls 
Doors and  windows very old
Shelter face from  sea-wind squalls:
Inside, tales of sea are   told

Toy shops there with spinning  windmills
Fisher - women...

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Young lads in their teens and Gung Ho,
Signed on the dotted, all said let's go.
A bedraggled bunch were dumped at the gate,
A sergeant trying to form us up straight.
Stopped at each spider to drop off...

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Another sad day for the Corps 
At the passing of a good lad
A loving husband 
A fantastic dad

Airborne blood running through your veins 
Leading from the front pulling those reins
Inspiring your men to do there...

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Geordie is ma brother; some say he is a hero!
Me, ah ken better an’ his rating’s close tae zero!
He likes tae hog the flair wi’ jokes oh say dreary’
Efter twenty meenits we grow a wee...

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Newspaper blows along rain-washed streets,
dying echoes of hash tags and tweets
promising hook-ups, flash mobs and meets,
long gone to their bed-sits and urban retreats.

Puddles painted with neon gaudy,
could be Mancunian, Scouse or Geordie,
late night streets, care-worn...

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In tilshead I met a good guy
Unfortunately he has now gone
Taken to the angels in the sky
His name was Steve baron

A North Eastern lad thats for sure
A kind heart all so pure
Talented linguist speaking pashtu...

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Please dad,
please don't cry,
it's selfish for me to say,
cause dad you gave me breath,
the breath I breath today.

A strong man,
always the family fed,
dad you gave us so much more
than our want and our
daily bread.

Dad you...

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ONLY   TO THE  DOG


Dialect abandoned with education and travel  
Now only speak Geordie to the dog on walks
In unguarded moments
Awkwardly recalling how the pronunciation goes:
No longer an unhesitating morass of flat...

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