Short Bagpipes Poems
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Man skirts fill the scene
Whining outlawed bagpipes sing
His kilt of plaid green
By Robb A. Kopp
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His face turned red while he played
The bagpipes for Tartan Day
Not for lack of air
But people's stares
When the wind blew his kilt away!
Bagpipes
Wailing noises
Learners seldom impress
Neighbours often threaten lawsuits
Windbags
Jack Horne for Nette’s Melody cinquain contest
awaken bagpipes
riled up in broguish accent
traversing drawbridge
of Cawdor Castle
enchanting chanter and drones
A certain poise, the bagpipes lack
Not being rude, it’s just a fact
The kilt is first-rate
The rest, not so great
Red in the face, squeezing your sack
a rumbling sound came from the pipes
sounding like playing bagpipes
you have been slaughtered
I have been watered
now looking for new sink types
Near to a castle
in the Scottish countryside,
next to a deep lake
looking at the blue waters
~the nature plays the bagpipes
How many can say they love the bagpipes
Hands please, uh you over there the Plaidy type
Another that's two
A guy having a snooze
Sounds like stuff they play when somebody dies
they heard the faint strains
of 'Amazing Grace' playing
on Scottish bagpipes
static and then buzz
a new pod victim had left
a radio on...
***Invasion of the Body Snatchers (Re-make - 1978)
It's two thirty, there's a knock at my door
Hey, it's my neighbour, what's he here for
"it's so plucky of you!"
Playing my Bagpipes the noo
If I wasn't, then what are you here for
.
Australia white sand beaches where koalas play
Hollywood glamor and stars, you'll want to stay
Tour Scotland, then France
Bagpipes first, then romance
Reading travel brochures always make my day!
11/26/22
Is a “catfish” a cat or a fish, let's get this straight
Haven't slept since hearing 'bout 'em at age eight
How about a doodle sack?
Yup! Bagpipes, how about that!
Stay tuned for more, there's no sign they'll abate
Sword flashing fire flows
leap lurch land on pipe led toes
Down hill slicing foes
The title comes from Scotland's flower
The picture is a young wild clansman
with a shiny wet sword
led by bagpipes like a wind blown thistle seed
Westie
Deep
Brown eyes
Scottish born,
Ears up listens
To the pensive sound of bagpipes wailing
And feels the Celtic wind tell of legends -
Dreams of heather -
Highland hills -
Westie
Lore
11-6-20
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He walked through the sands at Ayres,
playing a slow grinding song
of regret and broken dreams.
The moaning groan of the bagpipes
spewed bitterness and pride
in a twisted tune.
His footsteps trailed the sands behind
a steady line of sorrow
and loneliness for kin.
Brambles surround Scotty's bagpipes
Briars sharp, of severest types
He thought that he could
Play tunes in a wood
Instead of music ~ out came gripes
A tip of the hat to Jeff Kyser,
whose poem 'Penny Whistle'
inspired this Limerick. :) gw
Always used to confuse
Pedestrians with presbyterians
Understandable I suppose
Given my limited vocabulary
Watch out presbyterian crossing
ahead
Certainly some caution justified
Wouldnt want to run one over
There'd be bagpipes at the funeral
And one less at the Hogmanay
The clocks - tick, hum, blink
knowing they count only coup
on time's passing
No bagpipes mourn
time's endless deaths
her moments laid to rest
Yet time as stoic
mourns them all
as sunrise moves to set
Time is - and was - and so must be
a shadow of its self
John G. Lawless
5/19/2020
Bugler and player of bagpipes
Continue. Stretching out
That now breathed to more than a stout
Minutes' honouration.
Soonest war, its great wound
Closes, opens again.
With no respite to the realm's pain.
Nor your own! Death appoints
By tomb, blue-faced, with sound annoints
To stand at attention.
A sea of Blue line the city streets
A motorcade escorts him through
Bagpipes and drums ready to be heard
As white gloves line the hats brim
All in sync a salute to NYPD Blue
A saddened day that should not have come
A young man taken from
Prayers and tears look beyond
In a sea of true, feel the Blue
Today there won’t be a parade;
Concessions that Covid has made.
With no bagpipes or fifes
It’s befitting, since life’s
At a standstill from which we’ve not swayed.
Still, I’m wearing a bit o’ the green
Though, of course, if I had to come clean,
Being Irish I’m not
But I’ve never forgot
On St. Pat’s to become a colleen.
What is the point of grandma’s lullaby
if the child nestled in her arms
cannot be soothed?
Or the wail of the bagpipes,
lost as easily as the soldier’s body,
bloody and bruised.
See the shrike
and her cries in the wind,
left unheard and reproved.
By this, music is forgotten,
and seen as a mere
needle in a groove.
Lord, let
Me tidy up
A few things
With me clever
Scottish Bagpipes
Well, I know
The battlefield
Shall claim
Her brave soldiers, but
Danny deserves
A proper resting place, now
Show him
The road
To heaven's gate
All I'm asking, dear Lord
Is to please
Bring our
Danny boy
Back home,
To sweet Ireland
Just a heart beat away
Jesus was Palestinian
At this sad time
solemn remembrance
200,000 plus slaughtered Palestinians
bombed and shot
like fish in a gold fish bowl
none will come back to life
in three days or ever
children lost
murdered by the most evil
cult in the world
Bethlehem surrounded yet again
bagpipes will prevail..........
Poisonous laburnum hang downwards,
These dusty streets,
Hot as herbs and spices,
Touching deep buttery Panjshir Valley,
The Great Highland Bagpipes.
Sweaty, I will tell you,
About hegira-state,
Our rugged landscape,
Our legendary generosity,
The children of Afghan.
Dad, Valley of the Five Lions?
The legend of five spiritual guardians?