by Jerry T Curtis |
Categories:
appreciation, beauty, blessing, creation, meaningful, nature, uplifting,
In Deutschland they're called Schmetterling
Mariposa down in Spain,
And although they're called, by different names
They're really quiet the same
Borboleta sounds like fun to say
and Farfalla twist my tongue
But when they're seen in France
They're simply Papillon
But in the Scottish hills
Where they migrate with desire
They call them Dalán-dé
When trans-lated mean "Gods Fire"
No matter what you call them
When their beauty meets my eye
I have to take a moment
To enjoy the Butterfly
by Ahellas Alixopulos |
Categories:
introspection,
Doors within doors within doors within doors
just like some silly three stooge comedy.
Now I am standing on some Scottish moors,
Islamic Jihad is setting out tea.
It just never ends, and it never stops,
this insane babble just plays in my head.
Now this tower of inanity flops
from one subject to the next subject, dread
visions flow to joy, but now no nearer
to divine Godhead than to the blackheads on
my chin. Oh, I'd love to be the bearer
of glad tidings but nirvana's been down
on her luck lately and still needs a fix.
Getting past that third chakra's just a *****.
by Harry Horsman |
Categories:
addiction, love,
So many times he’s needed a friend,
his wine only lasts until
the bottle reaches the end,
so many days in ruin
following the trend, those lost in hours
indulging in proof of the Scottish blend,
yet one day
at the crossroads he did linger,
four signs of directions
his mind forced into reflections,
lifts a hand and points a finger
remembers the days, before
those of a singer,
living next door with eyes of green
he sees her now surely not a dream,
when as an army
she penetrates his defences
blows away his mordant mind,
brings him back to his senses
with lashes of love that bind.
© Harry J Horsman 2021
by Paul Callus |
Categories:
inspiration, muse, nature,
Blue sky; the purple hills recline;
brooks skip; tranquillity.
I can’t resist nature’s allure;
my muse joins in;
we three make love.
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(30 syllables)
[Glencoe ~ a most lovely area of the Scottish Highlands]
Paul Callus ~ 10th January 2015
Contest: Somewhere
Sponsor: Nette Onclaud
by Sidney Beck |
Categories:
city, love,
BRIEF ROMANCE
Fell for a Scottish girl long ago. Pretty as a picture, but
Heart as cold as an empty Edinburgh street on a wet
January Monday morning, when the chiseled
Craigleith sandstone blackened by smoke
Repels the rain from the Forth,
And the steep roofs pour
Water into the runnels
Down the cobbled
Streets.
by Rita Simpson |
Categories:
animals, dedication, devotion, friendship, loss, love, pets
Coat black with shiny, wet nose,
Whiskery beard, and gleaming eyes of brown,
Peeping out through long eyebrows
With pink, panting tongue and a cheeky grin.
All over black my Sambo was,
With wavy coat, plucked short on top,
A powerful tail just like a whip,
He never was fooled, not missing a trick.
Scottish Terrier, bred from Kennelgarth Great Scot,
Loved us all equally and gave such a lot,
We love him still, though many years since he passed,
He's always with us, minding our backs.
by James Marshall Goff |
Categories:
love, nature,
ALONG
loch-studded moorland
bogs and runnels
and o'er the Highland Pass
antennae alert
I'll twist the wind
to
feed
my
Bonny
Lass
by Diane Christian |
Categories:
loveworld,
Ah hink ay ye each an' every day
i hink ay ye in a huir uv a special way
i hink ay ye in aw 'at ye dae
fur ye pure techt th' warld tae me
ain Ah loove.
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I think of you each and every day
I think of you in a very special way
I think of you in all that you do
for you mean all the world to me
and I love you.
for the dialect's make the world go round
conteset, sponsored by Deborah Guzzi.
by Hazel Connelly |
Categories:
write,
Raging winds around her blowing
O that's the lassie of my heart [she's]
Braving angry winter storms [my]
Esteem for Chloris [but]
Remorseful apology
To Mary in heaven
Behold my love, how green the groves [I'm]
Up in the morning early [me]
Robbie Burns the Scottish bard [has]
News lassies, News
She says she loves me best of all.
© Hazel
All the lines in this verse are either Burns poems or songs..Mostly about the women he loved. I have added a few word at the end of some of the lines to make it easier reading.
by Seeyam Brjmohun |
Categories:
people, satiremen,
We English men are disciplined from birth
Our poker face with upper lips are stiff
We need not hug nor kiss to know our worth
God save the queen will often give us lift
Curries with chips, that is our national dish
We don’t eat rice and but love our family nan
In Birmingham we made the Balti fish
Vindaloo and larger maketh this man
For their green fields the Welsh we did attack
The Irish Sea it also lent a hand
Hadrian helped us keep the Scottish back
A United Kingdom on face we stand
Though beer with football sometimes make us fight
All English men by God are straight and right
by Kim Van Breda |
Categories:
imagery, romance, satire,
SCOTTISH MIST
as I lie on your chest- sculpture
listen to the
lament
peculiar birds
are suspended above
the poignant attraction
of your eyes
and the edifice is
satisfying as
blue trilbies
sneeze in the Scotch mist
come nearer love
as the hero’s
trace the heavens
ubiquitously
there are blizzard trinkets tumbling
(For Michael P. Clarke)
© Kim van Breda— 26 June 2014
by James Fraser |
Categories:
inspirational, nature, places
When i close my eyes
To follow Scotland's coast
I am so undecided
To which part i love the most
From the Shetland Isles
To the Borders so green
These vistas of miles
Really have to be seen
The Isle of Arran
And the Island of Mull
To the Minch of Lewis
I fly with the seagulls
When you go inland
Crystal waters run through the glens
Have seen the rise and fall
Of many, many men
As you walk round our cities
In history so steep
The tales of the past
Would make a grown man weep
Every so often
As i close my eyes
I soar with the eagle
Through our Scottish skies
http://www.thehighlanderspoems.com/scotland-2.php
by Seeyam Brjmohun |
Categories:
love
It’s so sexy a seducing sea storm.
A little campfire to keep us warm,
In a sleeping bag with plenty of thrills,
Shared body heat in the cold Scottish hills.
by I Am Anaya |
Categories:
memory, wedding,
Forever linked, a gift, a diamond,
each other’s Valentine chosen.
He vows that she is love and love is an eternal link
that should never be broken.
She vows, to-morrow is Saint Valentine’s Day, and I a maid at your window, to be your Valentine.
Physically joined, now a sweet memory to be cherished.
A gift to one another, a diamond in time,
linked like the nascent Scottish tongue, from auld lang syne.
by Kacey Greenlee |
Categories:
daughter
Fia from schaw.
Ray of sunshine freedom.
Little flower of joy.
You whistle the bright side of life.
Fia our feather,eyes brought peace.
The birth of love lay in eyes of purest heart.
We waste not.
Let be devoted a willful parant.
''Indulge Me Scottish Style'' poetry contest
sponsored by...Thvia Shetley
written by...Kacey Greenlee
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by Jan Allison |
Categories:
humorous, husband, identity,
D'YA KEN* KEN - I'M A BARBIE GIRL!
My hubby has a doppelganger
This guy ‘Ken’ I’d love to meet
as hubby’s twice been greeted with ‘Hi Ken’
when we are walking down the High Street
I’m dashing out to buy a blonde wig
So if he’s mistaken again,
I can then be Barbie to his Ken
*’D’ya Ken’ is a Scottish phrase which means ‘do you know’
We were walking in our capital city Douglas and a guy walked past and said ‘hello Ken’ we thought it was just a case of mistaken identity until we were at the hospital yesterday and it happened again. I would love to meet this ‘Ken’ to see the likeness to my hubby!
8/2/18
by Gordon Mcconnell |
Categories:
self,
The name comes from Scottish Gaelic
it's meaning being large fortification
or also a place on a Scottish hill
near a meadow in nature's station
Gordon is the name been given
which I am pleased to say
is a real honour to receive
would want no other one to stay
Oh the hills to where I belong
there to sit and look the view
even then go down on meadows
enjoy that peace so ever new
Love the feel of real nature
gives a freedom to one's soul
it's home a place to belong
in fact it's mighty fine role
So that's me Gordon by name
holding truth by a living flame
by Brian Strand |
Categories:
art, nostalgia,
HIDDEN NARRATIVES -an Ekphrasis
A romantic,wistful view of the past
in the music of colour,veiled by meaningful
shadows. Enigmatic roads to nowhere,
old footprints in the sand, a longing for
yesterday..today.
Remains of love, moments in time in
that perfect world of nostalgia.Stylistic
short stories in paint... in ..hidden narratives.
Ekphrasis tribute to and inspired by the art of Jack Vettriano (the 'Scottish' Edward Hopper in my opinion)
You may hear me recite this and most of my PS poetry on youtube under the pen name ichthyschiro
by Gordon Mcconnell |
Categories:
drink, life, love,
This is a different kind of brew
it's refreshing reviving you all inside
when you're sagging all deflated
makes you feel good all outside
It's brewed here all in Scotland
TV advert has real cool slogan
'Irn Bru's made from girders'
so true I'm definitely not joking!!
You get it in cans and bottles
it really has real special taste
but so difficult to describe
need to taste it slowly no haste
Today they make sweets and ice cream
in this Scottish original Irn Bru flavor
but there's nothing like this real thing
for it's special taste one to savor
(This is written about Scotland's favorite drink 'Irn Bru', a special kind of lemonade! )
by Andrew Mcintyre |
Categories:
blessing, devotion,
may this day bring you joy,
may this day bring you happiness,
may this day fill you with excitement,
may you live this day with child-like anticipation,
may you live this day with love,
may you live this day in safety,
may you live this day free,
may you live this day in wonder,
may you live this day without struggle or strife,
may you live this day with compassion for others,
may you live this day without worry,
as worrying wont change anything.
may this day bring you blessings
be blessed on your journey through life.
may this day be full for you.
andriu Mac-an,T-soar.(c)
by Linda Alice Fowler |
Categories:
family, fashion, meaningful, relationship, tribute,
I love manly men.
I love men in tartan kilts
who wear them effusively.
What is under them?
Do they wear short pantaloons
that will not show under kilts?
Or just in the buff
that will allow air to flow
and cool what suspends beneath?
Regardless, I love
manly men in tartan kilts
who move with cool confidence.
I toast Scottish kilts,
and the bare-kneed manly men,
and Gael clans to which they’re bound.
May they never lose
their bold, cocksure demeanor
and ever display their plaids.
by Caren Krutsinger |
Categories:
10th grade, 11th grade, 12th grade, 6th grade, 7th grade, 8th grade, 9th grade,
What is your philosophy on Dali?
I love him. Let’s have a tenderloin.
Actually, I wanted to have a brainy discussion of some sort.
I wanted to use some elongated, snobbish words on you first.
I begin twirling about, refusing to spend one more time on a bench.
I am dancing a Scottish Reel, yelling words that might be Scottish.
Heck, they might be Russian or Mexican for all I know.
I am low-brow, and glad of it.
He runs off, screaming, for I did not play the game right.
The art of dating.
Never got it.
Never will….
by Caren Krutsinger |
Categories:
love,
Layla's face is a map of Ireland grandma McCormick says
or Scotland Shawn McDougall adds hopefully
Look at those freckles, they are irish insists Brigid
You can tell the difference between irish and Scottish freckles?
Layla’s groom does not care about her heritage
Or her genes or teeth or her parents or anything else
He is looking at her the way most of us look at a chocolate cake
She is a gorgeous Celtic bride, and he is mesmerized.
Seeing her all over again for the first time on their wedding day.
Not caring whether she hails from Scotland or Timbuktu.
They make a most handsome couple.
Their bairns will be lovely
Also most probably have a hint of fey.
by Andres Luis Bigote |
Categories:
for her, i love you, love, romance, romantic, snow, sweet love,
Go ahead snow, have at it
Fall away
There's a woman who I Iove
And I want to see the day
When we both sit and watch you
Silent, hand in hand
Her head upon my shoulders
Wouldn't it be grand?
To cozy by the fire
To sip some Scottish tea
To listen to her heartbeat
To hold her close to me
To speak with just a whisper
Love poems in her ear
To lift her chin and kiss her
Enraptured in her sphere
To rub her tired shoulders
To rock her off to sleep
To cover her in blankets
To wrap her up with me
Go ahead snow, fall, have at it
And while you're coming down
Land and form a pattern
A snow heart on the ground
by James Fraser |
Categories:
girlfriend-boyfriend, love, passion, sea, seasons
A winter evening
Scottish Glen
Table sitting
I pick up my pen
To write these words
About a girl i adore
Lying down
On our living room floor
Fire roaring
Oranges and yellows
Think to my self
Lucky fellow
Her shapely body
Silhouette's the wall
Curves and peaks
All enthral
Her Golden Hair
Cascades with flow
Against the fire
Her Body Glow
http://www.thehighlanderspoems.com/love.php