Kilbirnie / North Ayrshire, Poems, Uncategorized

My #Grandmother #poem

My Grandmother

Standing at the window back,
Playing solitaire
Watching all the cars move by
Without a worldly care

No wifi box, nor mobile phone,
No longing in her eyes
A peaceful soul, that Love enfolds
Watching the day’s sunrise

A greeted smile, with teapot on
When e’er someone did call
Tales of yesterday were spun
Until the night did fall

And then arrived my grandpa home
“Came aff the 2 tae 10”
With dinner made she would persuade
Some chores before his bed

Just like the Queen of Hearts, she played
The cards she knew and dealt
We were appointed knaves and Jacks
And served her kingdom well

But woe the man who dared to say
Or challenge her kingdom
For with one stare or deathly glare
was banished e’er so soon

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#gaelic #poem

beanntan mo bhaile
beanntan mo inntinn
rudan cruaidh, inntinn bean, bean, bean nighe,
dà aodann bonn

Gleann mo shinnsirean
a ’gairm orm, athair do mhac
guthan, guthan nàdair, a ‘ghaoth, an talamh, na reultan,
sia ginealaich de ghaol

Ceò nan cnuic
ceò mo inntinn,
sgòthan mo smuaintean, mo bheatha, mo shluagh
trì neòil anns na speuran

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#northayrshire poem about the river Garnock #scotland #kilbirnie

River Garnock

Turn ye, turn ye hands of time
Like a clock about to chime
Running through a hundred towns
Claiming lives and rings and crowns

Giving life to work and mills
With your spout deep in the hills
Jacob´s Well I could not find
My elders left no trace, no sign

Then in rage you burst your banks
People curse you, none give thanks
Wounded like an open knife
Knox´s Mill you still give life

 

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#christianscience #poem

I just wrote this:

Back and forth with branches swaying,
A breeze it sweeps upon the leaves,
Bringing man to stations higher,
Than at first he did believe.

Touching first the ruffled feather,
Of rested birds within their nests,
Then stripping through the thickened treetops.
Bringing leaves, autumnal rest.

Gently stirring garden blossoms.
Harshly pulling tidal seas,
Taking man to places heavenly,
Than he could e’er first believe.

Rampant storms with winds much stronger,
Bring fragile systems to their knees,
And mankinds spirit shines much stronger.
Than e’er he could first believe.

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#sundaymorning #poem

Broken dreams and heartfelt sorrows,
Always help mankind to grow.

For deep beneath the ground is stirring,
Tiny buds beneath the snow.

Pushing through the glasslike ices,
Pulling down the water earned.

Comes a bloom of lovely colour.
For which the man has long since yearned.

When words of friends and foes despise you.
Give a thought to budding spring.

For far beneath your pain and sorrow,
A bird ls waiting to take wing.

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A strain upon a lyre harp #poem #christian

A strain upon a lyre harp
sweeps a sound so low
That only those who gather round
Can catch its sweetness flow,

A strain which speaks of suffering
A woman’s heart is torn
As she watches martyrdom
For her son she mourns

A strain of sadness at the tomb
She searches for her dead
An angel pointing to the skies
Which dawns a crimson red

A strain upon twelve tender hearts
Who sit in upper rooms
And still the strain plays out its tune
From sadness of the tomb

A strain upon a sepelchre
A white robed body lay
The saviour rises, then appears
The rock is rolled away

A strain it sweeps his Mother’s heart
With gladness, faith and joy
And plays its tune eternally
For all who will enjoy

The strain is never ending
Through time and space it plays
The bloodied fingers of our saints
Keep it playing today.

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strain upon a lyre harp
sweeps a sound so low
That only those who gather round
Can catch its sweetness flow,

A strain which speaks of suffering
A woman’s heart is torn
As she watches martyrdom
For her son she mourns

A strain of sadness at the tomb
She searches for her dead
An angel pointing to the skies
Which dawns a crimson red

A strain upon twelve tender hearts
Who sit in upper rooms
And still the strain plays out its tune
From sadness of the tomb

A strain upon a sepelchre
A white robed body lay
The saviour rises, then appears
The rock is rolled away

A strain it sweeps his Mother’s heart
With gladness, faith and joy
And plays its tune eternally
For all who will enjoy

The strain is never ending
Through time and space it plays
The bloodied fingers of our saints
Keep it playing today.