Short Scot Poems

George Emslie Owen
a WWIi artist back then
A Scot from Stirlingshire
his brush was there for hire...

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Scot Walter Shirlaw
made engravings by the score
With lines carefully drawn
nature studies at dawn...

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mabe am wrong
yes i carry on
if i feel am right
so don't get up tight
cause am scot free
just
LET ME BE ME...

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Scot Elizabeth Blackadder
created quite a stir
Depicting the idea of space
made her name amonst the art poplace...

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Great Scot
that trot
on gnomes
and domes
Bamboozling, casting spells in dark site
Roaming and iridescent  like sprite...

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Hotels on the Champs-Elysees
Offer rooms where couples can play
Since a Scot named Wilt
Checked under his kilt
And refused to pay a full day....

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Behind a broad fence
A grassy knoll in Dallas
Lone sniper waited
Changed the course of history
Possibly went scot-free, too.

June 14, 2021...

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A ladies' man named Winston MacWilt
pursued many women to the hilt.
He eyed every skirt
ever ready to flirt.
But he died touching a Scot in a kilt....

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A Scot of the fearsome Black Watch
Regrettably drank all the Scotch
His wife made it clear
She did not like beer
With a fearsome kick to his crotch....

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In '45, America dropped the bomb 
    Wondered when that might come 

  around -- to haunt us, who got scot-free away
    ~ Perhaps now is when the U.S. pays...

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Without love the blossom wilts,

the Scot he sags beneath his kilt, 

johnson has no more words to tilt,

Robert Haigh's star is arising...

Don Johnson 31-july-11...

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The Captain's new wife was "true blue"
Whilst he stayed The Wives Club main screw
But rather than pout
When the Captain was out
She serviced his troops two by two...

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His name was Mr Hamish MacTavish.
He was a Scot, and his taste was lavish.
Mr MacTavish wrote a posh cookery book
So all Cordon Bleu Chefs could try to cook,
A haggis!...

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Though English girls play with their dolls
A Scot lass just loves stroking balls
'tis a sight to be seen
When they're out on the green
You see how their tea caddy falls...

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As striking a picture, leaf-twirled
A little off the ground
For a colour movement
Autumn-rich skirts, pleated and whirled
In both the folk dances
Scot and gypsy present....

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blow a whistle —
in a pig’s eye*

stakes are high
the bright-eyed wrestler
will go scot-free**

9/27/2020

*denial or disbelief that something will be true
**unpunished...

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There was a young Scot name of McTingle
He wore bells that cried out he was single
He was a crazy little guy
All the girls gave him a sigh
When he got excited, he would jingle...

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I once met a gal from Miscogee
A woman of rarest pedigree
She offered her hand,
For my wedding band
So now I am no longer Scot free.

written August 25, 2021...

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When I lied to my folks I got away scot free
When I lied to my wife she hugged and kissed me
But with my boss I let loose
Calling him vile and obtuse
Now I ask for your kind Christmas charity

12/20/22...

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Met a surfer today
  riding the crime wave
Ax-murderer that I am
  he went to a watery grave

I got away scot-free, of course
  police deparment being defunded
Chased me with a carousel horse
  Even I could outrun him...

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I have had enough 
rage in my brain angered heart 
camel’s back is broke 
   
so sick of life thieves 
evil men get off scot free 
who care not of us 
   
slim leaves a blood trail 
looking for souls to feed on 
life taken away...

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Scot and Gael 
Pict and Brit
Even Cymru
Thrive in grit
No Back up
Not a bit
‘tis Celtic
Stubborn
Writ.
Fired in adversity
Tempered in
Ice cool
Deliberation
Honed in
Tribal
Code
One with
Earth Mother
Ever on call...

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Live with wife, Cathie, and our middle age son Scot
Lost triplets with his former wife, both totally distraught
Like a shot to the heart
Depression off the chart
Broke up their marriage, never got over the shock...

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if he existed
who's next
i am the insane uncare
Thrown s met my stare
There's nothing i fear
a dead isis Frozen
would that be
isis on icis
i am a Fa
nnnn of the
tastic adding a nay bother mate
A hope for a laugh
some Scot at New end
some old never seen again
the year we lost our distance...

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They don’t kill politicians anymore
though some might say they should
Those vermin breeding malcontents
all worms in rotten wood 

To feast on dreams of hope and change
and sell what pain has bought
They rape our souls in daylight scorned
—no punishment when caught

(The New Room: July, 2022)...

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