This world is full of noise,enough to burst,
your mind and destroy well being lust,
noise from traffic on ground and air,
from telly,s ,radios and everywhere.
Gies a break we aa bellow,
makin mair noise for fellow,
humans who walk the same path,
work it oot dae the math,
as oor cousins wid sey across the watter,
haud oan a meenit ah heed yer call,
whits wrang wi noise does it really matter.
Aye it does my fairweether freends,
caises pain in yins lugs and heid,
those wi issues hate this aa the time,
produces anxiousness and depressed need.
Get tae the wids trendies cry,
wildlife an trees wull help ye fly,
even in the daurkest realms of root,
tae mony bodies causing mair noise.
Jumpin in secluded pools delighted shouts,
or faaing fae the heevens oan broken sheets,
flapping ,twirling adrenalin urging,
Bikes hurtling alaang secret paths,
get oot the wey comes the noisy cry,
Lets shoot the craw and leave this place,
seek oot the spots tae find yer solace.
Categories:
watter, anxiety, conflict, depression, pain,
Form: Rhyme
Tak oor grund from beneath oor hurdies
Burn oor birches aside the lough,
Besmirch hard fecht fur freedom,
Dictating oor days tae come,
No from the pint o a gun,
Fae laws an promises broken.
Lees an lees spout forth like watter
Lives expended as if they dinnae matter,
Feel the Jacobite spirit again,
Ready tae fecht like scotsmen again,
Like warrior poets risen from the glen,
Fae the mists o the past remember,
Oor freedom wis wun sending Edward hame,
Yon wis the past a new war begun noo,
No wi claymores ,targes an guns,
This time its ideals an Eton buffers,
Those who wid sell oor birthrights
Tae mak us slaves an servile peasants,
Using stealth ,treachery an unco ither weys
Rogues they be crooks ,cheats and thieves
Seeming beyond reproach wi things hidden
Frae us puir mortals aye they wull dae us doon,
Sic a time as this tae fecht fur whit is oors
Naw mair begging fur aa few scraps
Fae a table fu wi guid things ,
Scraps urny fur us we ur free loons
Burthit free an deeing we wull be free,
Ur ye ready tae rise yince agin?
Andrew P mcintyre 14/09/2020
Categories:
watter, anger, conflict, freedom, heartbreak,
Form: Dramatic Verse
Watching the ripples of the clear water of the Spey
Setting sun lighting field and trees of the strath
Salmon jumping clear to catch a fly
A sob as water runs from my eye.
Doon tae the firth o moray runs the water
Taking my thochts and dreams far away
Ne,er again tae be born a new
Loast forever in the melee o life
On on fast running Spey taking all hopes and despair
Wi me sleeping and floating in yer watter clear
Oan ma back spotting a hawk hover in azure sky
Lids closing tight oan ma blearie eye.
Music o the water soothing
Categories:
watter, angst, change, cry, farewell,
Form: Free verse
I came back home to see the land,
To search for spirit, see the Clan.
Some Clan came by, some Clan we searched.
Had many a night, some mornings cursed.
The land rolls on through glen and Loch, through my heart, taking stock.
Saw many a sight, some mutton too,
The hills white dotted, amongst the heather,
Some sun, some cloud, some Scotch mist weather.
All in all, a lifetime trip.
Memories ponder of Galloway's and coo’s
Of horse's tails, and castle ruins.
And time spent well with loved ones too.
And back I came to the land I live.
Three thousand miles from where I was born.
My life is here with the ones that matter,
But my heart does long for “Doon the Watter”.
Categories:
watter, holiday, memory, vacation,
Form: Rhyme
The battles ower ,smoke settles ower the moor,
Clans are broken flying aff tae the hills.
Redcoated sodjers mingle with red Heilan blude,
Killing the wounded in Drumossie mud.
Oor Prince has fled leaving dreams in the dust,
Of a Stuart oan the throne that was oor lust,
like the heron scared of mans approach
fleeing his home being taen awa tae France.
Some say he was a bonnie lad cam frae italia way,
Heir tae the royale throne pretending tae be king,
Nae clue or fighting skill but the bonnie prince could sing.
Noo he was being led awa tae catch a boat tae tak him awa.
It was spoken of in tones hushed and still,
Ane day he wid return tae claim the throne,
Frae ower the watter oor king wid come,
Alang wi lairds cawed awa tae France.
© Andrew Provan McIntyre 2016-05-28
Categories:
watter, courage, dream, farewell, french,
Form: Rhyme
Wie waak oor ons gans die wakkernag?
Vind sondes.lank vergete
n aanklag eggo in die gewete
Dalk net stank demone
Wat slaaploos toi-toi in talle drome
Watter wekker skrik sy meester kaal
Wyl hy rondtol.in n lakenhel?
Skape, pennies en sy woorde tel
Of plak gebede saam met drome vas
Teen blank plafonne en die linnekas?
En ook skimme wat eens mense was
n vingerskrif op die klagstaat straf
Ander sluimer niksbeduidend
Wereld werk nog steeds misleidend
Introspeksie hou het geen verband
Onwelkom het net ingekom
Soos infeksie in n agtertand
Prokureur teem onbeholpe
'k kort n advokaat
n leuenverklikker wat moet wèèt waarvan hy praat
Opgetof en opgetoga en n omkoopmagistraat
Sinies en insomnies
naghof ronddool in n doodloopstraat
Wie sake uitgooi maar dan skelm uitstel
Weereens more ons beroof van geld en slaap
Categories:
watter, introspection, irony,
Form: Free verse
Lands around water sodden
Unsafe to be trodden
Landscape turned to green from brown
Watter logged and cold drawn
Roads brown and grey
Littered with water puddles
Under big trees animals huddles
We all looked forward to this rain
Its now a sort of a pain.....
Blue skies now overcast and grey
No sign of a single sun ray
I let this rain kiss me
Let all see that it caresses me
... how it wets me with silver drops
As within me a peppy feeling crops
Wetness falls on me from up above
Some hate it but i find in it lots of love
Feels so content when in this rain
No sorrow or feelings of pain
May catch a cold but i just dont care
A soothing sensation from the grass below to the clean fresh air
I now arise and walk in this rain
Having captured these precious moments in my brain
My minds eye watches but moments gone
On a puff of cloud moved on...
No sorrow or feelings of pain..
When drenching in this rain
Categories:
watter, green, nature, rain,
Form: Rhyme
Geskeide Kleuter
Pappa, my pappa – Het jy my mamma lief?
Hoekom bly jy hierso nou?
Vertel my asseblief?
Hoekom het my mamma nou
‘n ander man gekry? Is hy iets van my?
Sal hy haar nou vashou?
Ek wil nie meer by mamma bly –
dis lekker hier by jou
Het jy iemand anders? Dalk ‘n ander vrou?
Watter huis is dan my plek?
Waar pas ek die prentjie in?
Is ek jou kind, is ek? Is ek?
Ek wil jou hê -
Hoe gaan ons mamma sê?
Categories:
watter, divorce,
Form: Lyric
The setting sun passes before my eyes.
As it lays to rest it waves goodbye.
Behind the mountains it stays in bed.
To ponder lifes words that all have said.
The risen moon lights the way.
For the hidden dreams weary minds make.
The watter lies still in the lake.
For the moon to reflect its light on to heaven.
For it to have and to take.
As it lights the second sky.
Written by Author Joseph Adam Burchett 12/21/11
Categories:
watter, faith, life, nature, visionary,
Form: Rhyme
Blue is light like the sky.blue is dark like the night sky.blue is one of the colors of the flag.blue is
sad just like i was be for i met you.blue is to make us wonder why.blue is beautiful like
flowers.blue is like watter that flows in the ocean.blue is like peace when i see it i fell at peace
with every thing.the color blue is for me.it is my favorite color.blue is blue and will always be.
Categories:
watter, artpeace, blue, peace,
Form: Free verse
Sailin doon the watter,
Frae Glesga tae Dunoon,
Wae the paddles at thur fullest,
We'd get ther awfy soon,
The music played as we stood on deck,
An the sights so much tae see,
Doon past Dumbarton Castle,
A magic sight tae me,
Sailing past Helensburgh,
An roon the bend,
We could see the Holy Loch,
On this Glesga fair weekend,
The sun wis shinin brightly,
As we entered quaint Dunoon,
Wae its tea rooms and its cafes,
We wid go an eat ther soon,
Fish n chips fur dinner,
An a big ice cream tae end,
A walk aboot the shops,
An a postcerd we wid send,
An later on aboot eight o'clock,
We steamed away once more,
Up the Clyde tae Glesga,
Alang the rivers shore,
Wae a couple a drams an the music,
The trip hid been jist braw,
A sail doon the Clyde on the Waverley,
Ye jist cannae beat it at awe.
Categories:
watter, adventure, places, sea,
Form: Rhyme