The Kintyre Forum Poem ( First line)

[ionnsaigh]

Judgemental my second cousin down the line
he sums things up - every time
weighing up this - and weighing up that
in amongst the fritter prattle
second cousin down the line.
scales for skin he measures time for time
that second cousin down the line.

[ionnsaigh]

It took two days whole
tae lick yur wounds
anither day - tae cherry pick
flicking through - revengeful heart
spite full - small particles of green puss
colonise the corners of your mouth
that rage burning inside - insidious
steam escaping - vaporising on smoke damaged paintwork
two whole days tae lick yur wounds.

[A Horse called Juan Face]

Albert Wise collects butterflies
too many to count, too many to mount
But why should he care?
Philately got him nowhere.

Horse. It's not that no one cares, it's just that commenting on people's stuff can sound judgemental. I love this thread but it's not going to be in anybody's classic anthology. I liked that, though.

P.S. Legal Disclaimer: Judgemental is in no way related to, or in affiliation with Ionnsaigh.

That's not exactly what I meant. I meant no one is waiting up all night wondering why I have not posted a poem. Yes I am a typical attention seeker, I have both a superiority and an inferiority complex but at that point I was innocent. I appreciate that you liked it though, it is about how I'm uncomfortable in my own skin.

[hugh]

Yeah, I see what you mean. I thought the "no one cares" comment was an ego thing.

Can I just say here that that the Ionnsaigh = judgemental thing was a poor attempt at a joke rather than a dig? "Judge Mental", our own version of Judge Dredd, that sort of thing? I genuinely didn't know about the other crap that was happening elsewhere, an' if I did I wouldn't be joining in with my tuppenceworth of crap or taking one side against another.

P.S. Ionns. That don't mean I agree with you.

[ionnsaigh]

Agreeing with me - now there's a thing
you hugh - you who knew
that fine line - between right an wrang
this the mark - this the man.

[ionnsaigh]

Sunday morning - we took our stroll
a few noisy wasps - darted above broken buckfast bottles
the sun shone low in the autumn sky
pigeons scattered flapping upwards to rooftops
a smokers cough echoed - bouncing off tenement gable
Sunday morning a stroll we took.

[ionnsaigh]

All quiet on the Western front
pin drop clattering - breaking silence
silence of a stupefying variety
a send to sleep stupor
requiring the sound of Belfast pot an bin lid
that clutter - made by female hand
gnaws to action - the sleepy male
annoying that first unexpected alarm call
to greet the dawn - in savage anger - a Celtic rage
thunder storms - lightening flashes
in a once dull brain - exploding now - with sound and vision
such deep meaningful - that clarity of thought
arise now for our sleep is over - dawn at hand
the light will guide our path - the shining path.

[ionnsaigh]

Cold north win
from Icelandic shore
push up tax
before bread riot
bleed blood bath
home for sale
army restore order
fierce fires burning
the general strike
parliament imposes curfew
millions on dole
pain poverty tears
new bright beginning
justice at hand
love peace happiness
in this Scotland.

[ionnsaigh]

Cuba sparkling - that small shining example
workers control - health education production
comrade Castro - cute curly comrade Castro
that champion of the poor - the dispossessed
those part time diplomats - stunned by your personality
big cigar ash falls - lands on the blue steel barrel
ironically it resembles - the big the bad - the nameless ones
who came one night -armed with Yankee bullet - and fired by Yankee gun.

[ionnsaigh]

Dear Cuba,
hello old friend
greetings from Scotland.

[ionnsaigh]

A strange idea came intae ma heid
weans oan the corner - shoaps in the street
if yur ever in Govan - chance is yul meet
wan o those weans - who play in the street
Ali an Sue an wee Pat an wee Mick
four wheels fur a boogie - a baw an a stick
hingin oot the washin - a line oot the back
da in the yerd - layin a Queen
me and mae maw - went doon tae the green
oh the people o Govan - hard work an awe that
theres Ali an Sue wee Mick an wee Pat.

[ionnsaigh]

O where is the Toonheid a used tae know
wee Mary McCormick wae nits in her heid
scabies an lice - wae big rats in the back
fifteen boys playin - wae an auld bust baw
where is the Toonheid a used tae know

O where is the Toonheid a used to know
the pawns an the pubs the bookie as well
up the back closes - wae a lassis or two
rakin the midges - a sport o kings
a piece fur yer dinner - then up tae the swings

[ionnsaigh]

The topic on the table
a sweet delicate dainty dish
gobbled up by horse an fish
now here the rule to be obeyed
or risk the masters wrath
if we to drift from subjects current
to a sandy shore where talk was cheap
as cheap as chips an free the flow
here the topic come and go
subject matter chop and change
onions liver and democratic Spanish cooking oil
a pot made by children's hands
here and there - Kintyre Korea the people's Republic
tax away tae yur herts content
the bookies light brought merriment
a wee light shone in Govan dark street
hear the fiddle fae Oban greet
glesga this an glesga that
were jist folk having a chat.

[ionnsaigh]

A saw in the paper - the other day
paper soap clothes - a hemp plant tree
paraded in Paris - worn in Rome
Campbeltown made - wee toon grown
Kintyre the place - the place to be
beside the hemp - and old palm tree.

[ionnsaigh]

Plastic plant an pirate ship
gravel for your bed
trapped within the glasshouse
a goldfish named big Fred.