Short Aberdeen Poems
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I once met a girl in Aberdeen
Sweetest little gal I ever seen
Her face was fair,
Had auburn hair
Her reputation was squeaky clean.
written January 3, 2022
Britainers have no idea of distance
Ontario to B.C. is just a hop, skip and a dance
About 3,000 miles
London to Aberdeen 450 miles
Holy crap, no chance to change your underpants
The white tower reaches for the heavens
a lighthouse in a motionless sea of grey
Beckoning the road-weary traveller
like a palm tree at a desert oasis
While an ominous fence of black spears
keeps the unwanted at bay
Once there was a young lad from Aberdeen
Whose knees were the knobbiest ever seen.
He bought himself a kilt,
Wore the kilt without guilt
He kept his bony knees kilt-worthy clean.
Written April 4, 2021
for Scotland - One Rule Contest
sponsored by Julia Ward
There was a young lad from Aberdeen
His knees were knobbiest ever seen.
Bought himself a kilt,
Wore it without guilt
Kept his bony knees kilt-worthy clean.
revised March 31, 2022
originally written April 4, 2021
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Dusty streets lined with trees
and dry water channels
petrified veins in the scorching sun
The large stately homes
hinting at a more favourable era
Shells of buildings filled with
memories of farmers’ markets
and ghosts of Jewish pedlars
Monuments of rubble and decay
to drunken street kids
and tumbleweeds.
Skyline of rowed houses
Rolls past and
So do the greys of labour,
Conservative and otherwise
Are boarded on the decks of
Oil tankers; hollow
Hulking HMS something
Sleeps in the docks
Of the town once red
Now muddy brown
And sick,
Labour wise and
Reading Caledonia.
Aberdeen 2012 on route to Shetland
Granny sat upon the time machine
With mustard sauce,salt and sardine;
In the year Three Thousand,
My son was her husband
In the port city of Aberdeen.
12/10/2017
Idea of profit hope for snowflake March and November rain. Are you leading back to Rapid City or Pine Ridge?
I was in the halfway house in Mitchell. Did you visit the Corn Palace or the doll shop?
I heard you are in Aberdeen. I am still your dream?
Symmetrical preponderance stopwatch courthouse cuckoo clock
Spitting on gravestones North Minnesota
Idea of profit hope for snowflake March and November rain. Are you leading back to Rapid City or Pine Ridge?
I was in the halfway house in Mitchell. Did you visit the Corn Palace or the doll shop?
I heard you are in Aberdeen. I am still your dream?
Symmetrical preponderance stopwatch courthouse cuckoo clock
Spitting on gravestones North Minnesota
A kaleidoscope of colors
Softly twinkles in her eyes
They still shine unlike no others
Leaves me helpless, mesmerized
From the northern shores of Aberdeen
With just one magnetic glance
These majestic orbs of emerald green
Always puts me in a trance
I say I'd give a thousand breaths
For one moment neath her skies
Then pray I'd die a thousand deaths
In the oceans of her eyes
My Love of Colors in My Paintings
Tangerine is my go-to color; it makes my paintings pop.
When I am working on an aberdeen sky, I never want to stop.
Obsidian is the paint I use to enhance my cat’s yellow eyes.
Citrine is one of my favorite colors, it looks eerie in my skies.
Green permeates my artwork, it makes my paintings fresh and cool.
Aquamarine mermaids swim by, a fantasy success as a general rule.
Crimson I use in all my roses, I learned this in art school.