Long Laird Poems

The Spaniel

A Spaniel that uses its head 
Can tell when its owner’s unfed 
So instead of a duck
That is down on its luck 
Will deliver a pizza instead
 
The Afghan Hound

The Afghan’s a dog groomer’s...

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'We have a future king to make,'
Said the deep, resounding voice.
'But it is not a proper fit for everyone.
For a king must know first how to obey than to command,
And to abide rather than reign.'

'And...

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(Isaiah 50: 4, 5 /  Song of Solomon  /  John 11: 23 – 27  /  Revelation 21: 3, 4)


Out of Cold Shadows On A Highland Moor
Will You Come Walking To...

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Long ago
In a far away land
With stags in the glens
Salmon leaping so grand
 
This ancient Kingdom
With its lonely King
Longs for a maiden
To make his heart ring
 
No crusades
No battles no wars
His reason-ability
What do we want...

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Gang awa frae tha Glen
Tae a fearsome place;
Where tha darkened souls
Hae na gleemps o’grace.
Where tha work must fit
A new tongue and race.
Gang awa frae tha Glen for a wheel.

“Tis for certs He has ca’d
Ye, and...

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The Bichon Frise

The Bichon in chiffon looks so frou 
That the crowd duly wowed has to coo 
‘Til the dog starts to droop
And its owner to scoop 
Some acutely embarrassing doo

The Border Collie

It was not...

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or

The Living Death beneath Macbeth

"The top 1 percent of households globally own 43 percent of all personal 
  wealth, while the bottom 50 percent own only 1 percent."
      ...

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Don't lie to me. Don't half-truth to me,
like some craven jar, wide of mouth and
full of capricious weather. And never sing 
to me tunes not of your own making

I am not yours to pawn, as...

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Hear Me, O Muse, no moos or cluckings, muckings or horns of fog

Do sound the clamoring claxons of the bardics that be written by William McGonagal o’ the Bog,

That Laird of Lamentations Disastrous, that Scot...

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‘ The Highland Horse … Named Uisge Beatha’ ’

Hie’  Away, Hie’  Away
O’er Heather and Gorse
Strode A Magnificent Bay
The Highland Horse …

In the Cold Scottish – Air
On His Back, Kilt – Clad
By Loch and...

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If Only I Had Known
What trouble you were bearing,
But how could I,You just didn’t feel
you should be sharing.
 
If Only I Had Known
That you had become so sad,
I would of done all I could
To help...

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His name was James Skene
He came from Aberdeen
Sent down to Edinburgh to die,
The brother of the Laird
Land and power shared
Everything that Scotland could supply.

But inward treasure captured mind and heart
The noose won't drag him and...

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El Coco Definitivo...
Get myself together
get a change of atmoshere
never mind the weather
only we can do this here
don't say you love me
when nothing you say is true
you and I together
starts with me and you

Friend of mine
someone...

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The drunk hogs the path where the public walks
Then hogs the air with his nonsense talk
His breath smells of ale
His eyes look stale 
This Scottish male
In a Scottish gale
Just gets wet
Along with his pet
His unkempt...

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***I personally don't indulge in "soothing weed" 
                       but the Dutch and many...

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As each fatigued day culls my nature
Mine mind does Judas thee
And tinker pon the waves of hope
Muted Banshee

My blighted roots once writhed hitherto
Severed from earths comely breast
Mother natures contempt of me
Fair mumsy, she knows best

(Stark)
I...

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Why do these guys quit before seventy?
After achievements Life on Earth empty!
There was to be a Macgregor Laird:
Before sixty-one years to rest laid...

For my avid interest in History,
I could not but alight on his story
With...

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With some apprehension, he prepared to write;
with his muse’s dissention, there’d be no insight,
and thus, by extension, no joint, shared delight.

With her added dimension, he’d dared lofty heights.
In joyful ascension, they’d paired on long flights,
but...

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Love of my mother's Scotland knows no bounds,
yet she, like me, was destined far to roam.
Her wistful music of the isles surrounds
my everyday, her voice so soft and low.
Sweet songs of love, and yet forever...

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‘ Devonshire and Fraser … ’      44th   Senryu

Some Poems, Highland Fling
Kilt-Clad-Portrait, Scotland’s Theme
The Laird of Sweet-Dreams

Devonshire, The Dove
A Vision Of Light and Love
Highland, Speaks Well Of …

Together They...

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