Long Oot Poems

{verse 1} 
Stream of blood drips unto the sink…it’s in a puddle of muddled, bittersweet blood – whisper hope in my ears
My heart pumps…in fear of losing you…uoy…u…
Teeth ache, gums bleed on…I blink…never good enough...

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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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BROKEN DOWN ANGELS

It disny seem that long ago
Toddling and having fun,
Crawling then walking along the floor 
And learning how tae run.

Potty trained and full eh life
They’d run you af yer feet,
A kiss on the cheek...

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Who actually is like us
The modern world you see today
Right before your eyes,
Who done this and who done that
Well you’re in for a wee surprise.

From the Bank of England to the Bank of France
Then we...

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SAMHUINN
Wi samhuin fast approaching
When people start tae dread,
The gates of hell burst open
For the festival of the dead.

Bane shanks lifts his scythe
And scrieves his words in fire,
Welcome tae this earthly plane
Or be cast upon the...

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TWA HAIRY DUGS

Twa hairy dugs
 Walking doon the street,
Raking in the buckets
Tae find a bite tae eat.

Licking oot a puddle
Tae git a nice cool drink,
Survival on the streets alone
They really have tae think.

Sleeping on a...

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I always said tether to the void
Not any idealistic reason or choice
Now suspended I know why I’ve been devoid
Because how can one speak with an inside voice
Where no one can hear you outside yourself
Dawn of...

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Thar was nae richt ae laddie sair
wha heft a cave 'side Galloway,
wi' nae jaiken he griftit dare
as he was nae tae lippen tae.

Ill-naitur'd  fishwife he haud in wi',
the twa 'greed tae gang the'gither.
She haud...

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Devonshire tea with Peter an' Beryl, beware,
it's no the fact that Peter disnae care.
But 88 years doon the track o' life,
an' 84 years fur Beryl, Peter's carefree wife.

Ma Bonny wife Gillian an' this Auld Yin,
oot...

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Symphonic Quiescent Overture – Maestro Kant Imitate

(alternately titled: a retrospective review 
randomly selecting an outdated poem 
stored within Apple icloud queue
methinks ye might might savor preview

regarding general overview
how yours truly dabbled 
with words where new
sense...

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Her grand gals axed her one time
How did hers ever gits a date
Her done went ta a all gals school
Theys wudn't let no boys in
Ut makes me's won ders 
Yep ut sure do

Theys at that...

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Ah had a aulder bruther whin ah wis wee,
ah wis five then an' he -wis nine yea see.
A tendid tae follow him aboot,
bit bein' aulder he widnae care a hoot.

Aw jings a remember wan day...

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"Seeded" 

planted in the mind, another way of being
outside spectrum, the act of forgiveness
the lore of love, united with the Seven Sisters

(LadyLabyrinth / 2022)







"The Pleiadean Frequency"
https://youtu.be/5FHMTeyPlbo





“Suddenly they all fell off the edge into the sky,...

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Canny remember this Lass's name,
but fur the poem's sake let's assume she's Jane.
'Jane ' this per wee soul had fingers lighter than a blidy feather,
aw things within her sicht yea had tae tether.

Wartime is no...

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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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My Mother
Mary Ann Dow Gardiner

Mary Ann Dow Stuart wis her maiden name,
Noo, she wisnae a Scoatish Lass o' fame.
Born in nineteen hunner an' five on the fifth o' May.
gorgeous she wis' at oany time o'...

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I need a fix or ahm gonnae die
eyes drift open
and
already its
there that
horrible sick feel
crawling its way
up to my throat
the restlessness kicking
out from my knee
letting me know,
as this bully
holds me down,
but forces
me into
acknowledging
how subtly and masterfully...

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Gloriously "FAKE" Early Boyhood

Yah, ma brew their,
     and American sister golden hair -
     afar and away
book as aye ken ream hem bar,
     yea...

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Haggis

I was walking up Benarty hill
When a Haggis crossed my path,
It jumped into a puddle 
As it took it`s morning bath.

It splished and splashed in the puddle
And then it dooked it`s heed,
And here`s me standing...

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Note

(Try to put your best Scottish accent on when reading this one)



Disguarded fae the workplace, rusted red distorted frame.
Mangled handles reachin' oot like a wee disguarded bairn.
Were ye pushed aroon' a factory,heavin' loads or liftin'...

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A luv ma life sae full o' joy,
I keep ma interests at full employ.
Each day fur me is sic' delight,
every day, aw' day an' ivery night.

I go tae bed an' lay doon ma heid,
aye richt...

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An Auld Scottish Matelot on Lockdown in Malta
 
The Maltese Government says we are not to go oot
 A mere doddle to us auld yins who have been aboot
Cod War, Falklands, Gulf War and more
Assume...

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    Tae A Mouse   
      (Whit wid Robert Burns say!)

Ha’ where ye gon ye cowrin feartie
Your impudence protects you sairly
I canna say but ye strut...

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A Top A Highland Hill

A top a windswept highland hill above Locheil land
Clansmen gathered roun and shook the princes haun
They raised the standard high cheered till they were hoarse
Followed the flying heron across the highland...

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though strictly Fermi, and oh...(en Rico) plus sun
dre other parvenues, a rapture
     surges thru me,
     when audibly communicating, enunciating,
     and speaking English words

as...

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