The Kintyre Forum

You know I do believe the granny was singing about a Katie Birdies coo.

"Seven Refractions"

Love is like a never-ending vow.
How many times must I forgive her,
For time is like a river;
Its aquifers silently flow hither and thither through her libido.
Needles press along a tattooed drumlin cracking her hot fissures,
Measure her seismic responses with an affiance of romance connecting to her breast;
Oh she can caress you in that death dance of a liquefied giver.
As her eyes softly close to surrender her parting lips to a press of heated branding ,
Standing tall like a marble spar erected as a monument to her beauties demanding.
Hot breaths flows from compressed nostrils exhaling the pungent smells of her perfumed quivers,

She delivers a cure for that lure known to be an addiction to an incurable affliction;
When a man is in love he lusts that last syllable of her moans.
She becomes the throne of everything that has meaning in his life's serenity,
All other amenities are just frosting on his beauties mysteries;
History records that often conquerors will see a woman as being the highest prize.
Their tantalizing mystery brings majesty to the most common man's home,
Comb the earliest records of mankind and you will find that a woman's seed is what makes that castle atone;
A drone would lead an army in charge in order to protect his queen's bone.

It seems a known enchanted castle is nothing without a damsels caress,
Any dragons quest deprived of a woman's curves is never written in stone;
Deserving a treasure that can't be measured in earthly value.
Her exquisite form is not chattel taken in battle,
For no man would engage the courting of a womanly queen without a mind to find her thyme;
With seven refractions of a female form born to inflame and drive a man insane with unquenchable desire.
He longs to sire arcane angels of this dimension,
Her intentions are to please him with laments befitting one who must leave her even for a moment;
For in their marriage bed his kingdom is her pasture tied to his meadows horizontal atonement.

I thought this thread was LOCAL songs and poetry?

there was a coo

stood on a hill

its naw there noo

it must have shifted!

I'm sure I've heard it mentioned that Manfred Mann once when played in Campbeltown in the late 60's, Didn't they do an arrangement of this

which one, your even more confusing than that other fla, i'm going to start calling myself an author too, i've got several unpublished works of fiction of my own, that last statement not being one of them in case your confused!!!!

if you've ever seen the ficticious works of other local authors you'll see i'm in good company, just haven't found an "ego publisher" thats cheap enough yet, maybe i should ask them, they would make good stocking fillers. much in the same way the cooncillors faces do when they are collecting their travel allowance

Sweltered wrote:I'm sure I've heard it mentioned that Manfred Mann once when played in Campbeltown in the late 60's, Didn't they do an arrangement of this

Aye you must be a fan,it's on their "Five Faces of Mann" album.

Not many people know that.

Just one correction,it was'nt the late 60's,it was 1964. I WAS THERE,have I mentioned that before ?????

just the once but i don't think anybody noticed!!!!

The next poem will be about the local area. Didn't mean to give you any distress.

FlyingDragon wrote:Didn't mean to give you any distress.

Nae distress,cause I never read it

Ya cheeky bugger Bill

I believe they must be cleaning the raw sewage out of France early this year. There is always a clog somewhere!

No,the raw sewage is floating in Campbeltown loch.

I thought clogs were Dutch

xxxx

Obviously my Scottish sense of humour is not to your liking

Just what I am supposed to be jealous of alludes me