The Kintyre Forum Poem ( First line)

[Govangirl]

It's awe gone awfae quiet noo, Are folk on holiday?
And is he away AGAIN, that jetsetter Ionnsaigh?
I checked to read the news oan here aboot 2 hoors ago
And there's only been a post or two, does anybody know
Why it's like a desert?

[EMDEE]

I'm only just in 12.30-entertaining tonight for the tourists.

[Govangirl]

And you couldn't write a wee poem about it......??????

[EMDEE]

And you couldn't write a wee poem about it......??????

Entertainment

A part-time entertainer is a thing I am at night,
I entertain the folks from south the border,
I give them Scottish culture and I try to do it right,
And try to give them what they want to order.

I’ve studied Scottish music of the past two hundred years,
A historian of note in my own sphere,
But the one thing that they seem to like descending on their ears,
Is “The Hen’s March o’er the Midden”, ain’t that queer.

[A Horse called Juan Face]

More nonsense that I cant remember writing

1
I'm broken by numbers and dissident houses
We offer little competition, but you crush us anyway
Then fill yourself with strawberries, not seeing
Not looking at the context, Not finding out the reason why

As harpies fly overhead and sing the virgins song
Ill untangle the knots to try to find all your skin
Still amazed that I can sleep so well
With your hands wrapped around my neck

Youd cut God's throat to prove me wrong
Youve got Amon on the balcony and we're falling one by one
Wish I knew now, what I knew way back when
Your twisted lover has broken all your skin

Cover up the ideas and show the flock your seed
Justifying solitude with a wounded widows grief
Forced to look at the mothers bathed in flesh
First prize position in a window filled with death

Avarice so palpable, it brings a burn to my throat
Ive looked at the future before but never like this
It was never like this.



2
Failure for the future
Hours of sickness lost
Sit and listen so I can hear
The world blister in banality
Dont leave me here with you
Tending to your flowers
Nothing fills this acidic chasm
Its all been burnt away
I close the door
To blacked out birds
But where do you go
When the sound stops?
Imprisoned inside
The bowels of my mind
Watch for a beaten thought
Then the cycle begins again




3
Look at me
Don't look at me
I got so much to offer
Look at me
Don't look at me
Time to take my share

In this perfect light, you'll never tell
You won't see me come for you
You'll help me when I'm down
Cos they all still bleed the same

Won't remember what I can't forget
The shine of the blade is all I have left
Crimson waterfall cleanses the lost
The headstones walk away
Can't hide the simple fact
The colder we are the better we taste

I've kept your gift of faded breast
On tender hooks it hangs
Stones to throw at unpeaceful rest
The fun has to stop when daylight descends
But underneath the glass still shines.

He loved this world, He left me here
To take you all back out again





4
The journey begins with a single step
But which path should i take?
I'd follow my instincts if theyd not
lost their sense of direction
I only know my destination
Won't entertain not getting there
But if the travel doesnt start soon
The bars will close around my soul

If I find myself in the valley of light
Where the beauty soils my eyes
I'll know ive found the way
To where my dreams have taken root

Step by step, keep inching on
Only darkness all around
Occasional flashes, a dirty glimpse
All that keeps one foot in front

Brick wall, where the net won't work
Brick wall, no ladder, no lift
Found a pilot at the back door
To help me change what doesn't fit.

Show me the way
With the contacts you use
Show me the way
Born into what I have to break into




5
Anger bleeds from the inside out
Did you ever really win?
Took a son from another man
You discard him on a whim
Reach out till you find yourself
Even though that day wont ever come
The only thing youll ever find
Is that loneliness succumbs

Youre not a man, but not a monster yet
Theres a plain view left of that
But it's clear to see what burdens you
Is burning in the dark

Deafness hears what you've never said
And loathes you for it now
The visitor you waited for
Has now at last been found
Competition has driven him
Right back to your hands
Its pushed him to the final strike
Now you'll make him understand

Take away what's left of him
Pissing on his faith
Remember what you said that day
When he played his little game
He thought he'd try another now
Try his hand once more
But blackmail couldn't cut dry ice
And you've evened up the score

Now it's all over what is left?
There's nothing there to feel
You've driven everyone away
From your bowling alley hell.



6
three pictures in my mind, focus drained from them all
a distant past darkens ,a backwards present imbrued
the thoughts of defeat, the longing underneath
the need to belong, to a reality unchecked
tainted by the face, the smell the taste
dont want to forget, its all i have left
clinging to this disease, departed from the womb
lying all the while as, my crucifix is burning
slam the gates shut, cloud where it resides
necessity is now, desperation prevails
insanity beckons, the bullet empties itself
the power of the knife, catharsis please
time of my arrival, take me home



7
Faith has gone and has left me forever
Which direction do i go in now?
Belief always was a sightless guide
I need the Jesus I knew as a boy
The one who made it all seem so easy
Don't know how to go on by myself

Why does the only thing that gives me happiness
Leave me so empty?
Why will the pond never be big enough?

I tried to vent my fears
But there's people everywhere
Even under the faltering light, I can't find space to be alone
I look to my future, so hollow
Feeling the hourglass pinch
Did i leave it all too late?

The secrets are shared by noone
Some give, Some take
The secrets are kept forever
Find out how to end this ache

I have to hide in the raindrops to prove what I can do
Tunnel vision, but no light at either end
Standing in the middle, waiting for life to happen.




8
Hold fast to the wisdom
Of a day spent underground
The pillow won't stop moving
Ceaseless expanse of sound
Rocking to the music
Unholy vine entwined
St Agnes lies awakened
But the agony is mine
Privatise your movement
Do not muffle my reply
Pain is spread between you
And the weakness opens eyes
Position made unsubtle
The ghost maintains a smile
And when the bounds are broken
There is emptiness inside
The watcher keeps on watching
Though there is no show to see
As the faces tell the story
He feels lost in misery


9
Only dance in the daylight
The darkness hurts my eyes
Hold me while i mainline
And taste my bloodless prize

Don't read it more than once
Makes another truth denied
Now feel the pain you're giving
As i push my hand inside

The Lord giveth, yet i keep
Only take from those who need
And how i should be punished
As I soil your broken bread

Close those eyes, keep waiting
Hold your hands up to the day
Obliterate the feeling
Only Chopin's thumbs remain

Hard to travel in the distance
When a broken back delays
The destination we have chosen
Is a million miles misplaced

A flower in the candle
Beauty in the third degree
You'll acknowledge no existence
And one will find no peace

You wash your mouth with poison
A reflection passes by
This name you can withhold
But the face you won't deny

I sent a poem to some internet poet agency at the start of the year and they sent back asking for three more. I have three problems, one is that I can't remember what the original one was, two is I'm not at all sure which ones I should send as I'm full of doubt as to what is actually all right and what is piss. Third is that I think it was an automated reply.

[Govangirl]

Very good Face. Are they poems or lyrics? Because some read more like the latter.

[Govangirl]

And you couldn't write a wee poem about it......??????

Entertainment

Well, it was worth the wait!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Surely you entertain yer ain folk and not just those 'South of the Border' up there? Do you have a regular spot? If a visitor popped into Oban, where and when would they be likely to catch you?

[A Horse called Juan Face]

Very good Face. Are they poems or lyrics? Because some read more like the latter.

Don't know, don't think any of those ones have tunes.

[EMDEE]

Surely you entertain yer ain folk and not just those 'South of the Border' up there? Do you have a regular spot? If a visitor popped into Oban, where and when would they be likely to catch you?

I perform wherever required, and it varies. even twice in Campbeltown this year. I always take up an opportunity to play in the toon. This time of year it's mostly south of the border folk, but I played last week at a Gaelic ceilidh where there were a lot of Americans who were over here for a Clan McIntyre Gathering.

Bit of an epic there from the Horse.

[A Horse called Juan Face]

Hahaa it's nine different ones, they are all on my bebo page so I just copied and pasted them.

[ionnsaigh]

The master returns
he knows no bounds
picks his nose
laughs it clowns
serious stuff
this writing doon
jist as well
am no fae toon.

[Govangirl]

Help ma bob, you're joking man, to say you are the master
Of whit I have to ask, your poetry's a disaster!
Is it of the forum? Or maybe yer ain hoose?
Or is it what we think, the master of abuse?

No, I'm only joking, it's good to have you back,
Hope you enjoyed your holiday off the beaten track.
So whatever it is you think that you, wee man, have mastered
We on here just know you as Ionnsaigh the ba***rd!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Seriously, it's good to have someone to have a laugh with, it's been a bit intense lately and my big mouth has got me into trouble again - I'm not going to say anything else remotely controversial again!
Yeah, right

[ionnsaigh]

A big mouth like the Clyde
a heid fae Govan - John Brown built
Gorbal teeth - few an far between
the biggest bum ave ever seen
me the master o the word
awe the best
the glesga turd

Sorry to hear your team got beat last night

[hugh]

You silver tongued devil, you.

[ionnsaigh]

The words come
they jist come oot
a natural gift - a rhythmic flow
fae the tap o ma heid
tae mae big toe
the words come oot
oot wae a flow

a know am gifted
silver tongued smoothy
wee mick - he's dead groovy
words tae me - a eat fur dinner
any wunner am a scunner
nae merr - am dain a runner