Long Highlanders Poems
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To have an empty heart
For nearly thirteen years
Inner emptiness
Many internal tears
Music is my Savior
And now poetry has come along
I know where i want to be
It's where my empty heart belongs
I have thirteen years in storage
Of cuddles and company
Kisses and strong feelings
For someone to share with thee
If i had wings like an Eagle
I'd be in flight today
Over a blue stretch of water
To my future i would say
I'm just a simple man
From a distant Scottish Clan
Please take me in your arms
And be the man i can
Take me to your bosom
And let me hear your heart
To spark my ignition
Leave thirteen years in the dark
Take me by the hand
Hold me close and tight
Let me lie beside you
Every single night
To wake up beside you
Knowing i can touch and kiss
To know there's love tomorrow
Is this Highlanders only wish
On a Sussex farm works a golden haired girl
Surrounded by guys as she makes their hearts twirl
But her love and soul are miles away
In a Highlanders heart, she hopes to meet one day.
Its nearly a year since they were first in touch
As she's grown to adore him oh so much
Her delight will be, is too invite him down
And show him round her lovely town.
Her joy and smiles, as she holds his hand
Her heart pounding as she feels a million grand
Stopping for cuddles as they share a kiss
With her Highlander she's in sheer bliss.
The countryside where this English Rose stays
Flowering crops grow and animals graze
Noisy tractors Harvesters reap
Under a blistering sun, the baaing of sheep.
In her yellow dress, flowing golden hair
She takes his hand, as they climb the stair
Above up here is where we keep the hay
Again she takes his hand and down they lay.
Facing each other they start to kiss
This English rose in her mind she wish
To share her body with her Highlander
To adjoin their bodies as their loving stirs.
As they undress each other on this summers day
Bare skin warms the golden hay
Passions flow as their hands explore
Loving scent from their loving pores
Joys and sighs, they feel their bodies mix
Emotions and feelings in adrenalin fix.
Warmed and content,consumed in each others arms
Two heavenly bodies sharing each others charms
Kissing and cuddling on the flattened hay
As they stand up and look where they just once lay.
Dishevelled clothes, hair astray
This loving couples summers play
Standing embrace their bodies quiver
Holding hands they head to the river.
At the river bank they undress each other
Under a shaded green leafy cover
Her naked body and long golden hair
Makes him proud to be standing there.
As they enter the river
They caress and wash each other
Under this shaded leafed cover
They kiss and embrace to share their love
Under the leafy tree, chirping birds all above.
Heading home hand in hand
This loving couple feeling two million grand
They head to bed, spooned and cosy
This Highlander and his English Rosie.
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...Duncan’s unit, the 42nd,
was placed in the center of the mass,
the French would crumble quick, he reckoned,
when the lines started marching at last,
not knowing that no orders had come,
yet on the left came the sounds of guns…
units began to advance with haste,
before all the men were in their place!
Duncan played his fife and the pipes wailed,
and the Blackwatch men began to march,
they’d be damned if they didn’t take part,
if their brave Scottish hearts were to fail.
So young Duncan found himself moving,
in his chest came a frantic pounding.
Ahead the light infantry attacked,
approaching a long, branch-studded wall,
when a wave of fire force them back,
so much smoke…Duncan saw not at all,
he kept playing, though he trembled now,
amidst the terror of muskets loud,
the 42nd, men of the kilt,
pressed to the earthworks the French had built,
when came a volley of vicious force,
clumps of highlanders fell to the earth,
Duncan dropped his fife, seeing the hurt,
his young mind from its duties divorced,
as dozens of men went to their end,
the piper on his left amongst them.
The Blackwatch was not easily swayed,
through hellish fire they did not break,
kept marching right through the smoky haze
as their proud ranks were constantly raked.
Duncan pushed on just behind the line,
his feet ignoring his fear-gripped mind,
the volleys came, the highlanders died,
until many just ran for their lives.
A precious few reach the wall to fight,
when came the bright glint of bayonet,
stabbing down quick at those not dead yet,
poor Duncan wet himself at the sight;
a highland blasted from his feet
fell back on Duncan, trapped him beneath…
He struggled madly to free his leg,
but he was trapped beneath a large bloke,
and only mere feet above his head
was a Frenchman in a pale great coat,
he grew panicked, and screamed out in fear,
the Frenchman noticed a foe was near,
on the breastwork he had a clear shot,
but on seeing the boy, the man stopped,
struck dumb by seeing this scared child,
’twas young enough to be his own son,
then he slowly lowered his gun,
struck by an impulse cool and mild,
and as he moved his musket away
he looed at Duncan, shouted, “Aller!”
CONTINUES IN PART III.
She was enrapt by the glow and mesmerized
by what appeared to be some sort of orb,
bright faceted amber that was crystallized.
She struggled to comprehend and to absorb
the meaning of such a gilded gift of gold...
It was a seed of wisdom, sent as foretold.
Her mind was captured by fantasies reaped
and saw the future through prisms of glass.
Her gift of visions was baffling, but steeped
with wonderful events to come; en masse.
The glow encircled her head like a wreath
surrounding her as she stood upon the heath.
Fields of wildflowers then flourished ten fold.
She walked with highlanders for many years,
curing the sick, aiding the poor, young and old,
dispelling myths, defusing people of their fears.
She became a legend; the angel sent from above
blessed with a kind heart, overflowing with love.
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Images now received by satellite
Show spaceships similar to here
In Tunguska, deepest Russia
The largest seems to appear
Near the Kingdom of Scourie, Scotland
From the Minch it slowly arose
The third of them showed so silently
Highlanders agape, froze
Governments now in communication
Media frenzies gather flow
It takes something out of the ordinary
For dialogue to openly show
A hush captures our attention
Channel 5, Australia News
Ayers Rock sees the fourth of these crafts
Indigenous carvings on the screens we now view
More reports are gathering strength
In Guatemala, near Piedras Negras
"Black stones" I believe in Spanish
Is it coincidence that this is the last
The night to the dawn takes ages to pass
Every hour we look to our skies
Have we awoken what we have always dreamt of
Below us, our eyes could never espy
Not from the depths of outer space
But from the deep from the planet we live
Lying dormant, awoken by archaeologists
We await as many nations, misgive
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LOCH NESS
Nestled in rugged lap of Scottish highlands
A sprawling lake, the Loch Ness, swerves
In blue hills of old metamorphic rock bands
Lost glacier melt of the ice age it preserves.
The times of huge dinosaurs have long gone
There’s a rustic belief of mixed pride and awe
Vestige of extinct reptile species survives alone
They fondly call Nessie, its age they don’t know.
In mystique nights when the supermoon glows
Struck by the lightning the silver clouds flicker
The lake weaves a tapestry of light and shadow
That’s when they say Nessie swims in azure water.
If you ever try to explore the mysterious lake floor
You may not discover the secret abode of Nessie
Even if you don’t believe in the highlanders’ lore
Lively play of aquatic shadows on water you’d see.
January 1, 2018.
Welcome to my home for this is where I'll stay
It's where I was born, and where I'll end my days
It rests on the banks, of the Caledonian Canal
Surrounded by it's Highland beauty, in typical enthral
Cedars, Firs and Birch trees, iconic in their settings
Rain clouds often surround us, cascades them in their wetting
Then there's the carpets of heather, that cover clannish grounds
Where you can tip toe over it's surface, and not even leave a sound
To view the blooms of gorse, and marvel at our thistles
Just leaves you so in awe, walking with a whistle
We appreciate what nature gives, these breathing awesome beings
To watch them in her wilds, we rub our eyes at seeing
We are steeped in wondrous history, some good and not so grand
But nowhere on this earth, will you have stepped on welcomed lands
So welcome to my home, of mountains and the glens
Where us Highlanders reside, the ultimate of men
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Today I am reminded that
How we were spoiled rotten brats
Going to school
Acting cool
Hair groomed
Singing our favorite tune
Getting acceptable grades
Flaunting what we made
Soon tassels turned
Degree diplomas fairly earned
Salary expected owed
Only decision ‘what job to go’
Reality approached
Wearing the teacher’s Broche
What are you going to do?
Academic years are through
Goose’s eggs were out there
Went to all the job fairs
Nothing fit
Here I sit
On the curb
Realizing I am just one in the herd
Wrong something went
Exhausted time spent
No longer an owner, I rent
Committed, struggle I must
Bank account in God we trust
Is a total bust
Creating a financial stain
Credit rating seriously to blame
Was it the economy?
That blurred what I see
Or the unproven theory one conned me
Climbing the company umbrella tree
Flipping through the books
Should I learn how to microwave cook
Priority to clean this up now
Take the positive professional bow
Needing to think
Decided refreshment wanted to drink
While pondering the ways of the world
A girl
Walked into the scene
I figure, ‘she was looking for green’
“Dad, do you have my check?”
She asked noticing me as a wreck
“What is your name?”
She made the first move in our game
“Roger
And I am a dodger”
Is what I replied
Observing her, almost die
I am a dem bum too
A giant fool
Conversation began
Being each other’s fan
Still Bleeding from the kidnapping spear
Concluding finishing our beer
They are not coming back
Sadly true, was the fact
Only one thing was left
Look like a well-suited ref
Wear pinstripes with pride
Carrying a briefcase acting like we tried
Accepting the Metropolitans as who they are
Cheering inside the local Queen’s bar
As for those former Highlanders, who were the best
I will confess
It is success
Is how we dress
And no one around here should imitate a corporate mess
Down Tallahassee
Down Florida way
The talents of a poet
Make this Highlanders day
The writes we read
The tales she shares
Incredible words
Just make me stare
The more I read
The more I enjoy
I'm like a new kid
With it's favourite toy
As her grammar builds
The pictures show
Her mind on paper
As her words purely flow
A start and finish
Is a must
A poets honour
As the readers trust
This poet has it in her every say
I smile when her names my way
The manner in which she enriches us
To my poems she comments
And makes me blush
Proud polite and never flashy
This most wonderful
Tallahassee Lassie
Clan Stewart of Appin,
Clan MacGillivray too,
Fell at Culloden,
In the blood and dew.
They fell two by two, and then ten by ten,
Until twelve hundred dead, not sixty minutes in.
...At Culloden
The highland charge failed,
No victory as in the past.
The British stood their ground and slaughtered,
To the last.
And when twelve hours had past and a wounded man gasped,
The Butcher slaughtered again, and again,
To the last
And the last.
...At Culloden
At Culloden they fell,
The fathers and the sons,
The brothers and the cousins,
Of Scotland's bravest ones.
Bonnie na'er should ha'e marched,
His highlanders through the night.
They may ha'e had the chance,
To bring on the proper fight.
...At Culloden
But the swords came down, as men crawled through the heather,
Brits cut the Clans deep,
Ruby blood on their feather.
Through their hearts,
Through their souls,
Their lives given for this toll.
A scar to their creed,
And still Scotland weeps.
...At Culloden
Graham Alexander Devenish