The Kintyre Forum Poem ( First line)

[A Horse called Juan Face]

PEBBLE

The shiniest pebble that youve ever seen
Who knows where it once called home?
Imagine the beautiful places its been
London, Lisbon, Athens, Rome

They throw it, kick it, carry and drop it
And so he travels along his way
But now ive put him in my pocket
And forever there he'll stay

[hugh]

She said her room
was an empty tomb
where her body laid
but her spirit fled
through the gloom
to Oklahoma!
or Richard the third.

She was absurd
because
she wanted to be what she already was.


No, I don't know either.

[ionnsaigh]

There was a man from Pakistan
never walked always ran
fast fast fast as can
that wee man fae Pakistan
up an doon the sters awe day
collectin fares oan the 51
that man fae Pakistan
ya black paki bastard sum wid shout
while some would close their eyes
an greet a silent angry tear

[ionnsaigh]

Mona Lisa look
red top eyes
snap snap blink
caught in time
frozen framed an fixed
Sun shine Record
tabloid tale tell
wan grain o sand
a desert tae you
pebble tae boulder
easier to chew

[hugh]

There's flies in me kitchen, what am I gonna do?
Put up some flypaper, then bury Aunt Sue.

[ionnsaigh]

Super glue an Aunty Sue
sticky sticky stuck stuck
Aunty Sue super glue
stuck sticky
sticky stuck stuck

[Govangirl]

Walter Smith, you've done your worst
So now you're getting the sack
Cos you went out of Europe
Before the schools went back!
And we Blue fans are down in the mouth
Going out of Europe before Queen of the South!!!!!

[hugh]

Ring up Sky and cancel Setanta,
Get ready to grin and bear the banter
Let all the digs and the corny patter
run down your back like old rain watter
But don't overdo the moanin' and greetin'
When we do the Dons* it'll be all the sweeter.



*Or the 'tic, if you prefer, whoever comes first..

[A Horse called Juan Face]

Aberdeen, Pittodrie third game of the season I do believe.

[hugh]

The walls are getting tighter
I heard Ramona say
the landscape's brown
and all around
the sky is tinged with grey
and as the sun sank in the west
like water down a drain
she laid down to take her rest
in a cell, in her brain.

'cos it's Thursday.

[ionnsaigh]

Fireworks flashed above Beijing
drummers drummed as dancers danced
runners ran an swimmers swam
hypnotised by Olympian charm

So now we gather at dead of night
border crossing just out of sight
that nod and prod from uncle Sam
bully bush Beijing ham

That man who ran torch in hand
above the eye catching crowd
defying gravity a graceful glide
Beijing beacon burning bright

Proxy pack ponder pounce
Georgian fingers - touch torch trigger
US fireworks above
Ossetia.

[Martin]

Something I wrote years ago when I was in a mess in London and watching things that went on around me. I updated it recently.


Who said that
Who touched me
Did you expect me to jump
Or to smile or snarl
This is the arse end of the street
Nobody smiles here
Except secretly and
In the shadows, alone
A smile is worth a hit
If you bend over
You could get two
Or AIDS
There goes Andy
He's on fine form tonight
A black queen on the right arm
A white one on the left
He plays chess with sex
He'll lose
But who gives a frick
This is the arse end of the street
Kim is in the corner
A beauty that doesn't doesn't know
If she's a king
Or if he's a queen
Centre Point is open
It's the hostel for the kids
But not if you're too young
Coz there's no place for you then
There's wee billy
A fourteen year old diamond
He wears for decoration
A needle in the left arm, another in the right
The blood runs out his bum some nights
But only when he's desperate
And nobody there will care
That he won't see twenty one
There's Jenny in the alley
She's bleeding as well
A swift kick in the stomach
Has stopped the unwanted child
She cries out to her daddy
Oh why, oh why, oh why
Daddy kicks her again and....
Around the corner in Wardour street
The bars are fairly swinging
Tom waits in an alley
For someone to want him tonight
In China Town they're flattening chickens
And hanging them up to eat
Go around the back and choose
A girl or boy for sale


Good on yer Gormless Gordon
With your ill thought out reforms
You'll put the sick out on the street
While old folk die of cold

You'll go to lavish banquets
Feed until you're sick
Then turn your back on Britain
Coz you don't give a shit

You'll send our money overseas
To anyone who begs
Give it to the third world
Forget about your own

[A Horse called Juan Face]

Where is my Sword?
The weilder behind me
Tears in his eyes
His judgement blinded
Annulment scars
In sleeves of green
Demonized future
The mother of queens

Bloated creations
An inexorable rift
A country changed
For a wedding gift
Incest claimed
Bore virginity instead
No burial ground
For a consort's head.

Fashion now
Sing praise of the other
Inspection reveals
A whore undercover
White lies turn to red
Remember reform
Hand with six fingers
So far from the norm

Legacy poisoned
Faith wiped away
In the court of the chaser
Your true self remains
Critics never knew
But rumours they spread
The truth is beholden
In eyes of the dead.

[hugh]

Horse. Henry the eighth?

[A Horse called Juan Face]

Only the bloated bit refers directly to Henry. The rest is about Anne Boleyn. Wondered if anyone would get it.