The Kintyre Forum Poem ( First line)

[ionnsaigh]

Socks woolen - whisky malt
the best we had to offer
bitter blue - an Timbuktu
Chinese trains - an Mao's Tibet
your polished sense of humour


nae fighting now - the war it's over
so raise a glass - tae peace oan Earth
Shakespeare Burns an awe that
tae sisters near - an brothers far
Lennon sang awe that


remember we traveled - through time an space
to boldly go - an awe that
stuck on Mars - wae motley crew
wae ray guns - an awe that
Campbeltown loss - Corby gain
an awe that - an awe that.

[Martin]

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[ionnsaigh]

Lovely.

[ionnsaigh]

Is it only me
where's Emdee
busy I bet
fiddle dee
fiddle dum
wheres EMDEE
oor forum chum
play the fiddle
thirsty work
on the road
play his stuff
is it only me
where's MD?

[blueboyno1]

When i was a lad in Campbeltown
From the big city we came down
Every year at the Glasgow fair
To stay with my granny in Park Square

We would play all day from dawn til dark
Dalintober,the Dhorlin and the public park
At night at the shows in Kinloch green
Oh what sights i have seen

Then teenage years in the Victoria hall
Oh my gosh we had a ball
The groups were great,especially Sloe Gin
Our ears soon got used to the din

Then older years in the public houses
As we dodged our respective spouses
Parahandy ,Clachan, White Hart to
These are but to name a few

Now my hair is getting grey
I've not been down for many a day
Hope to get back some day soon
As i miss you all in the WEE TOON.

MERRY CHRISTMAS ALL

[A Horse called Juan Face]

Should I still dream about you?
Is it fair?
I wake with my heart festering
And a sight of that cyanide smile
You cloud my head with memories that never happened
Too little to have hindered the calender's lies
A silent eloquence which you never possesed
A vision of grace, Do I remember it well?
I found you in the vespers, left in the swirl
Broken apart, alone together
Colons that touched left their imprints so fresh
Now I am a Marist prayer
We touched the ground and the earth swelled
Is this all that I'm left with?
Just another gift I don't know how to open
Time is a martyr and you hold the blade
Let me watch from the stocks, deceived
Blonde or green, doesn't matter much now
Sing the Trisagion again
10 years on and the ache is subdued
Your sins are forgiven, unholy seraphim
No doubt remains, today I believe
Now the monarchs are custom
But heaven romances the cynic inside
I would enter my head just to touch you again
This journeys so long but the thoughts are so clear
Hold them up to the light and your face disappears.

My opinion - couple of decent lines but overall rushed and meh. I might come back to it.

[Martin]

I love the last three lines of that.

[ionnsaigh]

Yes those last three lines - the icing on the cake.
Merry Christmas Horse.

[ionnsaigh]

In order to catch
the briefest glimpse
soul in words - forget
the body another matter
anti - clockwise 45 degrees
there this graph - for all to see
see the steps - one two and three.

[A Horse called Juan Face]

I love the last three lines of that.

Greatly appreciated Martin. Just a question though. Ionnsaigh described your last poem there as lovely, but was there something darker lurking underneath the surface?

And to Ionnsaigh himself, I'd be a hypocrite if I said Merry Christmas to you, but I will wish you a very socialist 2009

[Martin]

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[A Horse called Juan Face]

Yeah I thought something like that must have happened. I do both, that one that I just wrote has nothing to do with me personally except I dreamt about someone recently for the first time in years. The rest of it is based on Bond and Vesper Lynd's relationship in Casino Royale which Ive just finished reading. Anyway Im a miserable sod, but not so miserable that I dont wish everyone a good time this Christmas and that my best wishes extend to every day. Thank you and good night. (Its half ten at night here, Im cream crackered).

[hugh]

TO WHOM IT MAY CONCERN


..."You put your bombers in, you put your conscience out,
You take the human being and you twist it all about..."

Adrian Mitchell, who died about a fortnight ago. He was good. Wikithingy says one of his poems was voted "the one most people would like to see taken into space". That's no big deal, 'though. I've written loads of stuff that should be launched.

[Martin]

They have Adrian Mitchell on You Tube reading To Whom It May Concern and a couple of others.

[Govangirl]

Adrian Mitchell, who died about a fortnight ago. He was good.

Hugh, I must have missed that, I'm shocked. I recall seeing him perform about 10 years ago and he was brilliant - he had a great sense of timing. A natural pacifist (he claimed that National Service heightened that ), his poetry is a great legacy. He always said he didn't want any of his poems to be used in GCSE / A Level exam questions.

I've put the last poem he wrote on the poetry thread.