The Kintyre Forum Poem ( First line)

[linda_j]

a referee you could be ....

[ionnsaigh]

That judge between the lines
observes with naked eye
stripped of favour - keen an bright
within said rule - that book command
such as fairness state - naw demand fairness

Why we allow if prisoner be
one man to determine fate
be it church party or state
why choose the weaker
the clan requires - naw demand council

[ionnsaigh]

We demand that right of voice
to cry foul or favour
we require more than ticked box
one miserable offering
served twice a generation

Day to day matters
particularly for the poor
the pain pangs daily - without respite
empty plate - an empty belly
Scotland stands disgraced - by her poor

[ionnsaigh]

We demand our right too
care our kith an kin kept - ken
we desire - naw demand
tae live in peace
tae toil a land free of trouble strife

[jock the boat]

I'm the man in the box
Buried in my shit
Won't you come and save me, save me

I'm the dog who gets beat
Shove my nose in shit
Won't you come and save me, save me

feed my eyes, can you sew them shut?
Jesus Christ, deny your maker
He who tries, will be wasted
fear my eyes now you've sewn them shut

[linda_j]

awww have you been locked in a hut

[ionnsaigh]

Locked up within membrane frame
lies jock the boat - his wee brain
scratching away it yer heid
never happy -try smiling insteed

[bill]

Mary had a little sheep,
And with this sheep
She went to sleep.
The sheep turned out
To be a ram
And Mary had a little lamb!

[hugh]

Tiger, tiger, burning bright in the forests of the night
Someone must have, for a lark, set fire to the safari park

[jock the boat]

Locked up within membrane frame
lies jock the boat - his wee brain
scratching away it yer heid
never happy -try smiling insteed

Shut the beep up, you bloody dosser
do you have to be such a t*****
Filling every space nanny and crook
You really are a great big took

[ionnsaigh]

A new dawn breaks casting shimmer shadow
wee birds sing below high mountain peak
wave sounds slap sand strewn shore
time to rise face the day
stones stretch sigh morning sun
fishing fleet floats a feel free flotilla
waft last nights fire
bringer of heat and light
a million stars above our head
seven mile stone camp Glasgow's weans
huddled around bright burning birch
we talk tender talk together
hush halt hear - see the dead men walk
whispers whine - whistle on the wind
what words wisdom well wishes
caring corpse cries a cry
warning world wide woe
time to rise face the day
that night far spent
tucked away within memory of past
time to think to tentatively talk
do we dismiss direction of dreams dire demons
forget flick forward fathoms faltering blind feet
roll that cigarette drink deep the black hot coffee
for tonight we seek refuge - safe shelter within white hart
the land of the living - laughs loud long
some sweet sad sad sorrow
those ghosts that cry on Tangy shore
drunk incapacitated with company
and the comfort electricity brings
a toast to dead Darwin
a round of mental applause
angels stagger free fall forever falling
animals we share this thing love
lasting long love lasting long
the oak bar top splendid as cold beans
example a life cut short
three hundred to grow three to live three to die
only the greedy cut down - eating the tender young lamb
Argyll angst anger brews like stewed tea
that fathom ferry ghost clothes
coal mine - canal - rail line stations
lie in carnage above a boatyard shell
if a heaven exists then there must be hell
hope plants a wee sweet seed - such sacred scattered soil
tomorrow is today think act attempt turn the water into wine
grow Kintyre grow - as wee green shoot grow - flourish
find your feet stand your ground
tomorrows ghosts - feed not their woe - today's for the living

[bill]

The Humble roll

Liz Curtis.


Next time you go to the loo
'Cos you have something big to do
Please consider the humble roll
And make conservancy your goal
Keep it turning up and over
And you will use so much less

Maybe you need just a wee
That's a two piece, maybe three
A constipated crap is more
So maybe you should start at four
But keep it turning up and over
And you will use so much less

But if a great big dump's your need
Then counting pieces you'll not heed
You'll reel it off in one big go
And not disturb the bowel's flow
But keep it turning up and over
And you will use so much less

Now diarrhea's a different case
It rarely ends up in one place
Yards and yards is what you'll need
For that you'll want a rapid feed
So bugger it and turn it over
And sod it if you don't use less

[jock the boat]

Seagulls swoop on sunset shores
The ocean waves bay for more
Island sands are virgin white
Disturbed only by human plight

Breaking waves push the ground away
But with reality we have to stay
Floating here mired in dust
Destroying life without a fuss

The sunshine rays hide mirages
Where human beings unload their baggage
This conception of paradise
Broken down in mankinds eyes

The water told the safest way
The ocean story paid to play
Escape from life the crimson toil
The bubbles burst and spill their oil

Ending now the time of life
Cut out by celestial knife
The planets armed, it takes revenge
And everyone has forced its end.

AHAHAHAHAHHHAHHAHAHA IM BETTER THAN YOU

[ionnsaigh]

Wendy hoose in some disorder
bruised battered a bounty bribe
hail Alexander the devil bride
labours raped The Virgin Mary
corruption stained the alter cloth
casts that deep dark shadow
bringing the baggage - of self inflated ego
disgracing the people the land - bastardising culture

You would take a dollar a pound or Two
Wendy chief chop chop chief
what's your agenda what your brief
are you the best - the best we've got
shame bringer blot blot blot

How I hate your party - a deceptive bunch
the great pretenders - champions of the poor
flag bearers the colour changes but three degrees
red become pink - pink become white
history will show traitors and would be tyrants
a party full of young face - alas with little idea
we pay the price - Scotland pay dear
the voice of the just will drown yer screams
Queen Wendy her royal highness
both sides taken a foot in either camp
Wendy Alexander that political tramp

[ionnsaigh]

Sorry Wendy you made me mad
mad down here down here mad
down here in lawless land
down here we the people stand
toytown tits dance a dance
round they go round the fire
you sing and dance - a merry tune
fuelling the fire with vomit spit
laughing away as justice burns
big black bully - no who a mean
the one that stands close to the Queen
feckin brilliant middle class hen
give them - what you want them to hear
bend their will as their ear
political pick pocket
up you go - up to dock.