The Kintyre Forum Poem ( First line)

[A Horse called Juan Face]

She won't bring alibis She's all that i've never seen She'll never belong with me Drug tests and caramels Fool all the eyes you can see Gave it up so easily Amethyst twisted hour Almost another mistake How long must I play this game? Broken string symphonies Drown out the noise in my head I'm turning to flee The winner has lost this race You can collect me again Replace all my tears with tension We sing darkened lullabies All that I am you could be This house falls into the sea Minutes won't fade away Being pulled through them it seems Have you stolen the reins? You bring down the sun Don't swallow it all Leave all the icebergs to me Don't try to resolve The greatest of wars It's not worth a line from here Dance on the victory pole Sworn virgins rape you again Pull out all the bones in my head I swim in your skin And shoot silver foals The blood's filled with avarice Time breaks up the plans Another filled hole I'd speak if you'd understand I'd cut off your tail So you can't swim away Must learn to breath on your own On a beach no-one knows

[ionnsaigh]

The wee plant - shrivel rot decay - dying for want - clear pure water
neglected as baby - left to cry - hungry wet soiled - lacking mother love
put dusty ear - to dusty ground - hear the screams - babes and plants
drown in sorrow - such thought provide - feel the pain - know you cared
some walk untouched - sweet fragile earth - unburdened by compassion
no love lost - no love found - wanted dead alive - alas the plight

Faint dying signal - from outer space - feel the vibe - show your grace
alone i sit - sweet sad sorrow - tears salt sting - sting salt tear - sweet sad sorrow
give in - give up - give sign - give give take - take take give - end the drought - hail the clear pure water
if they win - hands deep down - mediocrity's sour stench - drowns fresh air - follows cancerous rust
now the time - stretch and rise - face new day - persistent the weed - fathers garden overgrown
cut the weed - turn the soil - net the catch - tomorrow for tomorrow - today for today

[ionnsaigh]

Who the mod - who the rocker
tae hide behind - tae cower beneath
branch stone dirt an leaf
show yer face - let yer name be known
be a man - lets see yer growin
who the rocker who the mod
edit that wae jist a nod
men o independent mind yer noo
stawn yer grun - make a show.

[hugh]

Anyone
can be 21

Takes a bus to be
21 C.

[hugh]

The boy stood on the burning deck
whence all but he had fled
either something was wrong with his legs
or else his freakin' head.

[ionnsaigh]

Bright red flame - licked his leg
better dead - than red - freakin head
something wrong - he there - others gone
for they were red - he was dead
silly boy - wae freakin head.

[EMDEE]

better dead - than red

Better dead than red, what a surprise,
Ionnsaigh’s really opened my eyes!

[ionnsaigh]

better dead - than red

Better dead than red, what a surprise,
Ionnsaigh’s really opened my eyes!

The freakin head
not ionns said
better dead than red
ionns said
red not dead.

[EMDEE]

The logic of your form of rhyme,
Escapes me almost all the time,
I’d have to sit and take all day,
To try to work out what you say.

[ionnsaigh]

What I say - I say today
I say what - what say I
say I what -say I today
what say today - today I say
I say I - say I say
I I I - say say say.

[ionnsaigh]

You - aye you - you know who
doer of the dirty deed
kill the apple - chew it's seed
spit it out - on the sands of Tangy
close your eyes - bow your head
walk the street - covered in shame
you know who - you know the name.

[EMDEE]

The message of the poem above,
I can’t work out for money or love,
And who has done a dirty deed?
Ah’m sittin’ here an’ scartin’ mi heid.

At Bellochantuy ye went tae eat,
An’ they winna serve ye any meat,
That’s no’ too far fae Tangy’s sands,
The mystery it now expands.

[ionnsaigh]

Scratch yer heid as well
yer erse
tae figure oot
chorus an verse

The doer o the dirty deed
dirty deed did doer do
it wisnae me wisne you
other than that
a hivnae a clue.

[EMDEE]

At Bellochantuy ye went tae eat,
An’ they winna serve ye any meat,

Slap my wrist you old contrarian,
Forgot you were a vegetarian!

[hugh]

"On Tangy sands, I can connect nothing with nothing"

T.S. Eliot

(except he was on Margate sands at the time...
I added this bit to make a rhyme)