The Kintyre Forum Poem ( First line)

[ionnsaigh]

Unemployed drugs are unnecessary
serving no purpose nor use
better gettin blooterd
bingin buckie beer an swill
accepted drugs that give - temporary thrill

[Friend of Dorothy]

More repeats than channel four,
Come on ionns this is a bore.
Get some idea about life outside,
All you have to do is open that door.

[ionnsaigh]

More hiccups than Murphy's law
drunk kicking fighting - that last straw
outside the confines of White Hart bar
lies the outside near an far

[Friend of Dorothy]

Boring, boring, boring.

[linda_j]

the sun is shining bright outside

[ionnsaigh]

The suns shines bright - shows the cracks on pavement floor
my skin responds to the heat - pores open relaxation taking place
plants point their stems towards the light - engulfed in heat an shiny light
contraction takes place on the cold dark night -enjoy the heat -shine a light

[The Hitman]

There is a wee place called the Kintyre Forum
A place for the keepers just like Andy Goram
There's many a person frequents this wee place
But what makes it special, ye'll naw see a face

There's the General, The Sheik, and 4th Gen too
Peet Reek and Bill to name but a few,
Many a laugh have I had on this site
With humour, discussion and wit through the night

We can banter all day for nothing at aw
And discover whats happening aroon Killocraw
So here's tae the forum and the members that use it
But afore I finish here, let me say just a bit
Big Shout to the General, his postings are many
Getting published next year for the price of a penny

A wee word for The P, for all of his time
I'm sure he relaxes with a gallon of wine
But off I must go, my stomach is hungry
So I bid you farewell and good luck to sundry!

[bill]

Taking over Ionns role as the Forum poet

[ionnsaigh]

The Hitman hit the bit
brilliantly done every bit
my hat off to hit
hit bit my hat hit bit

[ionnsaigh]

That night on tangy shore - fine flame flicker - dancing dashing light - reveals black bat - overhead the stars
the sweet smell o burnin wood - drifted on the wind - above gentle lapping waves - Islay the southern isle shines
moonlight cast - short sharp shadow - sand hoppers drawn to heat - jump into the heart - a smile for you
three figures appear - standing round the fire - hands towards the flames - seeking that heat - alas
the clothes they wore - wet ragged dripping - belonged to another time - they couldn't see us - only we them.

[Pete Reek]

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[ionnsaigh]

That dry timber cracked and hissed - we laughed cuddled - a stolen kiss
soft spoken Irish voice - Woolworth radio - The People's Republic China
Glasgow boy and Glasgow girl - a sandy floor - the Moon an Stars above
out here alone - engulfed by Kintyre - we talked of times gone by

That huge powerful Ocean - as quiet as tiny mouse - lapping a lullaby
we bathed in that half second o light - from Ireland's Rathlin Isle
I sensed the subtle change - a scent of smell - surrounded our crackling fire
strange sensation settled in - the sands and rocks of Tangy shore

How many sand hoppers I saved that night - a shepherd and his flock
hypnotic flames flash - fill fantasy fed head - here they come - here the dead
come to the fire my friend - share the common heat - this the place were - dead and living meet
he stood transfixed by fiery flame - a hat upon his head - meeting that night the living and the dead

Softly I whispered to her - look we have company - smiling she spoke - so soft an sweet - serenade spectres soul
look at his clothes I say - 1745 - that the time our friend last walked - on Scotland's sacred soil
gentlemen's clothes once fine and bright - looked tattered in the dancing light
out of darkness the other two - one young the other old - one a staff - one begging bowl

Come my friends share the light - seven mile stone song - dance with death
we the living - so short time here - so go in peace my brother three - we will meet in other place
I kissed the toes - that starving child with begging bowl - a poor wee boy - oor love tae you
the fire died down - we hit the sack - off they went - they never looked back.

[ionnsaigh]

Casper came - he came to play - made us smile - an flew away.

[ionnsaigh]

Happy Halloween to all

[Pete Reek]

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