The Kintyre Forum Poem ( First line)

[blueboyno1]

Ionnsaigh,this ones just for you ,through it you may start to understand why.

MASONIC MEMBERSHIP CARD


I hold in my hand a little scrap of paper
2 1/2 x 3 1/2 inches in size.
It is of no intrinsic worth,
not a bond, not a check or receipt for valuables,
yet it is my most priceless possession.
It is my membership card in a Masonic Lodge.

It tells me that I have entered
into a spiritual kinship with my fellow Masons
to practice charity in word and deed;
to forgive and forget the faults of my brethren;
to hush the tongues of scandal and innuendo;
to care for the crippled, the hungry and the sick,
and to be fair and just to all mankind.

It tells me that no matter where
I may travel in the world,
I am welcome to visit a place where good fellowship prevails
among brothers and friends.

It tells me that my loved ones, my home,
and my household are under the protection
of every member of this great Fraternity,
who have sworn to defend and protect mine
as I have sworn to defend and protect theirs.

It tells me that should I ever be overtaken
by adversity or misfortune
through no fault of my own,
the hands of every Mason on the face of the earth
will be stretched forth to assist me in my necessities.

And finally, it tells me
that when my final exit from the stage of life has been made,
there will be gathered around my lifeless body,
friends and brothers who will recall to mind my virtues,
though they be but few,
and will forget my faults,
though they may be many.

It tells me that, and a great deal more,
this little card,
and makes me proud yet humble,
that I can possess this passport
into a society of friends and brothers
that are numbered in the millions.



SO MOTE IT BE !!

[hugh]

Verse 3 of Ainriail's marching song. ( written by Magnus O' Toole. )

We'll replace with myths and cliches the facts of history
We' united all injustice into a single enemy
And we'll defeat by chunter the English bourgeoisie
Ainriail goes marching on.

[ionnsaigh]

Dust gathers - strands of dead skin settle
eventually obscuring the printed word
unrelenting forever and the day
pollen sticky - stubbornly clings
to the words - that made the lie
lying there fresh - naked exposed
time your enemy casts - sows layer upon dusty layer
that new set of clothes - years in the making
covers the cover and hides the Hyde
long thin weary hands scribe
scalpel like - cutting through hemp paper
black ink contrasts against the hue
flickering his shadow - a back hunched crookedly
bent in hell he scrawls
rodents mingle between his toes
the battle rages
cut the tree and count the rings
the rings are fact - words mere sting.

[hugh]

There's another version of that that starts with the line "I was sitting in Barlinnie with my hands upon my knees...". Can't recall how it ends, though. Someone gets hoist with his own pet rat, or something.

[ionnsaigh]

Adios amigo - hi new friend
one snout - as good as the other
colonise grow grip corrupt - then the nose
drip drip drip - sniffle snatch swine - sneeze
I shot slithering - through eighteen inch space
at one hundred miles per hour
face to face - the mutant covered orb
drips in mucus - my slimy sledge
let me spend some time with you - twenty four the hour
one day to conquer control contaminate
sniffle sniffle snitch snatch
I the one - your trying to catch - yet avoid
I sell papers one two three
ring a ring a roses - a pocket full of .

[ionnsaigh]

Listen a faint sound
one that you will know
either to diminish or in crescendo grow
listen hear the waves wash ashore
first the ripple then the roar

Sharia they whisper
for our people are lost and lawless
only the fear and love of a God
will lead from temptation
sisters left outside the man law
wail as Mohammad whips a frenzy
talk the Taliban talk
Sharia they whisper Sharia.

[hugh]

Homer J. Simpson's drinking song.

Dough...the stuff that buys me beer
Ray... the guy that sells me beer
Me... the guy that drinks the beer
Far... a long way to get beer
So... I'll have another beer
La... la la la la la la beer
Tea... No thanks, I'll have another beer
Which brings us back to..
( looks down at empty can )... D'OH!

[hugh]

I brought my love some apple juice
she thought that it was grand
I brought my love some shandy
she let me hold her hand
I brought my love some lager
she let me squeeze her tight
I'm going to bring my love
some Springbank tonight.

[A Horse called Juan Face]

Tempest flavours fill the air, grains of consciousness stir the eyes
A coming together of the senses as distraction becomes reality
Body breaks in two behind, technology bows to nature once more
As I stare ahead at what meets my eye, do i dream or have I died?
Dilmun's seeds reanimated, around the scene the light seems brighter
Alone I wonder do I belong? The thrall of paradise infects my soul
To walk through the bushes is the gift of majesty, this place is alive
The feel of your gall, reminds me of things I need to forget
There is a place for me here
Walls of bark on a beach alone, I'll paint all over your wounds
Scars make beautiful canvas, let me cut off the arms to help you grow
There is a new mother to care for me, I'll be a slave to perfection
This conifer smile pollutes, Listen to the melodies of eagle wings
Everyday a joyous festival, Pulverised flowers destroy the life I had
Devote my being to your upkeep, Paradise exists and I'll never leave
These bodies of water echo beauty's sighs, Flowers grow where reflections die
All there is infects the mind, What I see quells the monster inside
Rhythmic circle has lost the beat, days go by and I pay no heed
The garden is a vampire, and I can share in it's youth
If my home was an ocean, then let me gladly drown in you
I could stretch this skin all over my palms, then hold it forever
But I failed the test while the fruit was forbidden
Death rapes my eyes and rewards them with stolen innocence
Ingest my secretion and you wither and die, Bird song becomes death rattle
You've become the question I always refused to ask, The purpose I had to negate
Watching as you celebrate your cancer, I don't have the strength to remove you from flame
All the bushes are burning, and I cant hear what theyre trying to say
Maybe I don't belong anywhere
Handing nature a pill, a cyanide swirl, I start to realise the problem
What my care has destroyed, let my flesh replenish
I know now Hell is a part of Heaven.

[ionnsaigh]

“ The tabernacle of unity hath been raised; regard ye not one another as strangers.Ye are the fruits of one tree, and the leaves of one branch. Verily I say, whatsoever leadeth to the decline of ignorance and the increase of knowledge hath been, and will ever remain, approved in the sight of the Lord of creation. Say: O people! Walk ye neath the shadow of justice and truthfulness and seek ye shelter within the tabernacle of unity. ”

[hugh]

Consider ye the ants of the field, for are they not unto thee as sisters and brethren? Do they not labour and toil under the sun and reap the fuits of their endeavours as do thine own sisters and brethren? And is not all creation alike before the eyes of the creator?

And seek ye not solace in the fruit of the vine nor the spirit of the barley, nor yet in the exotic weeds that infest the pampered plains of Asia, for they are like unto the flesh of the devil and will inspire ye in his image.
Heed ye the voice of one who chuntereth in the wilderneth.

[ionnsaigh]

The night is far spent, the day is at hand: let us therefore cast off the works of darkness, and let us put on the armour of light.

[hugh]

Light thickens and the crow makes wing to the rooky wood
Good things of day begin to droop and drowse as night's black agents to their preys do rouse
Shakespeare

It may be one or it may be three
Time don't really mean that much to me
Sam Cooke

Let us not talk falsely now the hour is getting late.
Bob Dylan

[ionnsaigh]

Again a new commandment I write unto you, which thing is true both in him and in you; because the darkness is passed, and the true light now shineth.

[ionnsaigh]

Holy shit - I must admit
exotic weed from pampered plain
Maryhill Road and durty weans
al keep Marx - if it's awe the same.