Long Leven 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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THE WALK
The sun shines on Benarty
On a nice warm summers day,
The bairns have got their clothes on
And they all want out to play.

l make them all some breakfast
And the kids all eat their fill,
Then I...

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WHEN SANTA CAME TO BENARTY
Santa came to Benarty
One cold and stormy night
The snow and clouds that gathered
Made Santa ground his flight.

He landed behind the graveyard
In Dallas Doyle Park,
He came down with such a loud crash
He...

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Dear Erick,
i remember like its yesterday when we first met.
Second Sunday of the cold July
few days to my parents anniversary.
you said,"Hi am Erick and I would love to know you!"
We exchanged numbers
we shared photos of...

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Pulled off the road
Stirred up the dust
Sat in my car
Over the fence
Campbellton dam
Built in nineteen e-
leven by pow-
erful alien workers
Twenty-four hun-
dred five feet across
Keep off the dam
Danger Beware
Waters may change
Strong undertow
No swimming allowed
Over the fence
Right...

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A single’s net is cast
A single climbs the mast
To view a sea of profiles
Catching eyes, some color-blind

Some emails are soon returned
Some senders have not yet learned
Most personals are not for wiles
Or just adult friends to...

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Hey raisin, shall I tell you the tale?
Tell us of where history and news failed
to share truth? Be the sleuth and unveil?

Okay then, here's your two scoops...

Believe they say in a day when God's wrath
will...

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will it up
grill it up
fill it up to brimming
swill to still those silly cells
drowned in what they’re swimming

press ‘em up
mess ‘em up
dress ‘em up with practice
a hoarder in its order
and thorned as any cactus

mock it...

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I met her in the wake of night.
A tiny flake of gold, 
traveling at the speed of light.

I dipped my plume, and 
used her bright white on a canvas black, 
mapped my way to her...

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still i taste my lady from first

i met her in the wake of night.
a tiny flake of gold, 
traveling at the speed of light.

i dipped my plume, and 
used her bright white on a canvas...

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I feel for the abused Chinese Korean Japanese..'
In twenty twenty, the vision was skewed altered
By some loaded news' as the bbc and itv and sky
Did the bidding, from on high.' They reported of much?
Mainly fear...

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S eptember is for me

E leven cute flying bees

P ick the fruit from the big green tree

T he sunflowers need to flee

E verything to be free

M e I now need to pee

B e wise is...

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Good people.. I wish to say you are not perfect..Nor am I 'by the way..' so what makes us
Better.? Or worse for all that may.? To catch a mackerel I hear say,  you must...

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MAN DOES NOT HAVE 
A SOUL

Man does not have … he is a soul
You and I friend, are living souls
Joshua, eleven -‘leven*
in God’s word this truth’s, clearly shown 

You and I friend, are living souls
souls...

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Husbands are in heaven 
when wives scold not
they think they are in leven
when wives scold hot 

yet who you are
and what you do
is really not 
just up to you

when husbands 
do the dealing wrong 
we...

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