Short Glasgow Poems

quick brown urban fox
dodges howling hounds from hell
crossing motorway...

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Earth glows in the dark like a bauble
Though sometimes its orbit will wobble
In Glasgow they came
To allocate blame
Knowing Scotch can make eagles gobble!...

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Dawn freshens her climb is done 
Scotland she becomes gentle snow but falls 
Glasgow once more
Streets of beautiful calls 
Home of love once more 
Scotland forever more....

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Trick Trivia is not my greatest force,
so it is time I think we should divorce.
The questionaire wants to know,
what’s in the middle of Glasgow -
then states - the answer is an ‘S’ of course....

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kisses are polymorphic
for one can seal a friendship
or give loves birth
given as a cold goodbye
or a token of hope given
some biblically betray
some drag life back
but my favourite
is local born...

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Think of the rainbow, when you're missing him
Picture the brightness of colour against the grey Glasgow sky,
And hold your head up as you fight back the tears,
Look to the colours ahead 
and don't cry...

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I wanted to traipse in the desert
But sand dunes were in the way
I went to ski in the mountains
But snow blocked the pass that day

It seems Mother Earth has a game
That she really loves to play
Forget about YOUR calendar
To Mother Earth, today is PAY DAY!...

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Nicola
Happy, sad, angry, sweet
Sister of Jenny and Louisa
Lover of literature, frogs and music
Who feels love, fear and joy
Who fears inadequacy, catastrophe and wasps
Who would like to see kindness, Madagascar and sunshine
Resident of Glasgow, Scotland
“Noo”...

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James
Father, friend, cool co-worker and cheery
Son of Andrew James Fraser
Lover of: Nature, Music and Poetry
Who is: Emotional, polite and proud
My worries are: World Peace, Society and Glasgow Celtic winning the League 
I would love to see: America, it's Grand Canyon and Canada's Fraser River
Resident of: Inverness, The Capital of the Highlands
Fraser...

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The road home from Glasgow airport
Tyres in front crying on my windscreen
Combine with the pain from the dark clouds 
That blanket the horizon 
Make a misty view.

Hard to see
The wipers cannae keep up.

A difficult road to drive
Many lanes to cross
Many emotions to deal with.

Getting closer to home.
Less tyre spray
Clouds breaking up.

I'll see him again....

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Just saw Susan Boyle again
I know that her kin
Must be feeling awfully proud
That this lass pleased the crowd

She's the one with the voice
Celebrated by many she their choice
A lass from Scotland in her fourties 
Had some more sass this lass from Glasgow

Hope she wins another round
For when she opens her mouth
The crowd is astound
Of the voice that does abound...

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giesa minute
whits yer rush
youve had my whole life to judge me
2 mins widnae kill ya
whit would i ask
would i call you a bas
beg for forgive
I'm Scottish please
oor music scares bees
have you seen oor kisses
From the Glasgow of cities
F**k-f**kety f**k f**k
how we swing our knees
as our beds we leave
we the widdershins people
trying to pull back the last tock...

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Summer moon over Glasgow
Driving down the M8
20 degrees shows on the dashboard
Who cares if I get home late.

The ball of orange hangs in the sky
Looks bigger this time of night
Hovers above the Glesga high rise
And reflects in the River Clyde.

Though the moon begins to rise
The canvassed sky is still bright
The painted picture shows how God smiles
At half ten in the summer night....

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Echoes 

off tenement windows,

sound mixed 

with fluttering glimpses 

of fake hanging ghosts.



Perhaps 

we’re only just 

remembering, or 

noticing how much 

we usually forget. 



For a fiver I can get 

some rides on the outer

or inner, more 

tenement windows, 

more music. 



I take a puff 

outside Partick 

station, then go about 

my business 

with a grin....

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WHATEVER  HAPPENED  TO  WHITLEY  BAY ?


Promenade without shelter
Glasgow accents on wet afternoons
Spanish City helter skelter
Candy floss and balloons

Hissing over the empty shore
Each lone beach grain 
Children’s spades are no more
Now at work in Spain


14  October  2019

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NOTE    Like  almost every English seaside resort, 
            Whitley Bay is today an empty shell, once filled with life....

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This is an interesting question
 born in city of Glasgow
 moved at 6 weeks to Ayrshire
 then 1990 to Renfrew I go

 So where is my home?
 being brought up in Ayrshire
 my formative years are there
 so memories are ever on fire

 Now based in Renfrew
 a small quiet town
 once home to a airport
 now no planes come down

 So Scotland is my nation
 born and brought up in this land
 here the covenanters braved the foe
 till death they did stand

poetgord@2013...

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A beloved building turn to ashes.
Priceless artwork swallowed by fire.
Watching the fire move from room to room.

Feeling My heart drop like stone in the ocean.
The smell of smoke travels up the street.
People moved from their houses.

Standing in the street watching the once great
Glasgow school of art burn.
Now all that remains is a burn empty shell.

Everything lost nothing saved hoping it can be fixed.
Not holding my breath.
A master piece gone in seconds never to be rebuilt....

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