The Kintyre Forum Poem ( First line)

[Govangirl]

Ach, that wisnae tae bad, Son

[ionnsaigh]

Sunday morning - I found the physics lecture - interesting
the rise in public lynchings - in today's Zaman - Kurds I suspect
caught my eye - this deficit in working memory - has advantages
the speed and shape of the odd sound wave - refreshing
keeps one from drifting off - too the shores of heaven and hell
particularly on the Sabbath - that day marked by religious event
savages undeveloped - relatively speaking - fall to their knees
fuelled by ignorance and fear - the ingredients of superstition.

[ionnsaigh]

Apparently they have a huge black shiny - television
one that dominates - the small living room
three weans two dugs - an she a hypochondriac
the dugs shite in the back - where the weans play
next door we have Miss X - the Spanish hairdresser
she likes a swally - wae a good auld sing song
nae herm in hur though
the wans up the sterr - ur another kettle of fish
strange frick the lot of them - Celtic supporters
big fights nearly every weekend
an him wont even look - the road yur oan
nine families up this close - six catholic families
I include myself in the equation - in historical terms
interesting to note - none of the nine attend church.

[EMDEE]

Have you been fightin' wae your neighbours?

[Govangirl]

Have you been fightin' wae your neighbours?

No, EMDEE, that is Ionnsaigh's version of a romantic, whimsical adulation where he is poetically extolling the virtues of his contiguous companions.

[EMDEE]

Have you been fightin' wae your neighbours?

No, EMDEE, that is Ionnsaigh's version of a romantic, whimsical adulation where he is poetically extolling the virtues of his contiguous companions.

You had me looking up Encarta for "contiguous". I suppose "contiguous companions" are "neighbours" in Leonard Sachs speak. A man who was intoxicated by the exuberance of his own verbosity.

[ionnsaigh]

Cheeky posters the two of you
go on - have a dig - at the poetic
attempts of wee glesga Mick
jealousy must be a terrible thing
go an teach, play violin.

contiguous is Gorbal gab
when hearing the cry
come oan get aff
when yur oan the 32
full to the gunnel's
way yer da oan the buroo

[ionnsaigh]

Run like the West wind
sweep unhindered - touch the loch
move the wave - lash the distant dancing shore
whistle weave wander - roar - rage - rock
pound the path - point the finger
that storm in a tea cup boy
deluded drugged - dead to reality

Fight that final fight - fists fly
sum upward - long buried courage and fear
that battle between two - coward or hero
who would want - willingly - the villain of this piece
fly - face fear - eye to eye - nose to nose
call her up - like a long lost son
for this your time - your time has come.

[ionnsaigh]

Got you - wait for me - I come
my sword ready - poised to stab slash slice
to cut deep - sever sink scar scrape
think before - you start your car
I may have paid visit - with deadly intent
for you the cancer - that long endured - festering wound
eating away - eroding common decency
with the liberal - wringing hands - Fascists don't have rights
they negate everything we hold dear - they give up fairness
that boil on the end of your nose - burst it
squeeze out the yellow green puss
banish the malignant growth - with a dose of commietherapy
for your type - the worst - a source of shame - public embarrassment
now I have the list beware - repent your sin - or start looking over your shoulder
to our shame - we have allowed - endured
under that Brit flag - of sham freedom and democracy
for your vileness polluted everything - everything we hold dear.

[ionnsaigh]

Oh flower of Scotland
Argyll FM crackled on the beach
eagles danced their soar and swoop
we see your likes again - Oh
the JCB engine noise spluttering
coughing black smoke - sprang to life
yer wee bit hill an gle
the gulls rose startled
all hell broke loose
that fought and died for
I watched the yellow monster
rip up - once tilled and fertile land
making ready shit tanks - Oh flower

No rock below this house alas
a deadly brew of shit and gas
pollutes the pure Atlantic air
of Scotland - when will we
the blue truck came by
the long haired public servant
waved smiled - our neighbour

Fare field fate - has new found foe
to lay your head - below dark place
that place high - the vee shaped spot
marks the crime - a savage scene
they burnt the witches of Halloween
they - thee authority at that time
murdered young lovers - for one last time

How can we claim - this our land
going to authority - cap in hand
the land is for the common good
the tree the fish the hill - an sea
for the people - you an me
private ownership of such is theft
a rig for each - leaves no bereft

Oh flower of Scotland
when will we see your likes again.

[A Horse called Juan Face]

FAVOUR SUBMISSION

Lord, let me rest now on your palm
I need to feel the stress slip away
A fallacy has fallen hard
I watch as the sky is stripped away

The further I dream
The less I want to live each day
Find myself down on my knees and
praying for a reason to keep breathing

I only roam now in barren fields
Genes of the father not handed down
No place to rest where innocence yields
I've become second forsaken son

The further I dream
The less I want to live each day
Find myself down on my knees and
praying for a reason to keep breathing
The thing that I feared
Is now forever happening
It's all I can do to keep sane
I spend these nights silently screaming

Still leaking, still leaking
The leaves are falling
Today I favour submission.

[Martin]

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[Govangirl]

These last couple of poems are really brilliant but heavy, depressing stuff, man! Can you not write a wee lighter poem about flowers or pipe bands or butterflies?

[Martin]

I wish I was a Fairy Queen
If it should come to pass
I'd climb up all the hills and trees
And fall down on my............hands and knees.

Happy now, Mrs. Nesbit ?

[A Horse called Juan Face]

Mine was actually lyrics, written loosely to the tune of To Die Like Mouchette by Funeral For A Friend. Whether that means anything to anyone else I'm not sure. They say it's really hard to write 'happy' words/lyrics unless you're on drugs and seeing as I don't take them...

I'm not telling anyone what those lyrics are about, but it may be fairly obvious in a few years. I hope not though.