Well, it’s up in the morning But I dinnae hae workSo doon on my knees,“Jesus, what is my worth?”Yon pillars o’ wisdomCouped by the PlagueAn’ noo legislators say“Thou canst not play” So, I’m droving tae GolspieBearing for the BenWi a bottle o’ whisky Wrapped up in my coatIf we have a ceilidhWe’ll forever be friends … Read more
She sleeps sound, not knowing the angstThat keeps him awake with the fear and doubtOf the kind freedom fighters take into themselvesWhen the order to kill is being carried out. Kitty, dear Kitty. Soft. Gentle. Fragile feather.Are you dreaming of holidays by the white-blue Med?Do those dreams of yours stray to revolutions thatYour Man executes … Read more
After weeks of sweet serenityThe black loch is mightily agitatedBy a cold north westerly, whipping Up her frocks and throwing her pettiCoats onto the craggy virgin shore.Now there are waves not waking ripples. The autumn equinox just passedHas heralded in the onset of winterAnd sent her mad the icy madam.Scurrying for omens in the belliesOf … Read more
I used to care about my countryBut now I couldn’t care less.Our lunatics have taken over ourDemocratic asylum, yetA veneer of reason is smeared overThis irrational Scottish messThat explains itself with graphsAnd spreadsheet logiclessness.
There is no path to the broch It is the Way untravelled The faeries who walk there Come by dreamlines that Straggled and snaked Once upon the land. What sort of creature could Set out with neither map nor plan? It’s obvious Only a fool A beast of a fool And that would be a … Read more
The Rules of Chess are all man-madeTo win one can in theoryswipe some piecesoff the board and then exclaim“Victory” The Rules of Chess remain in forcefor so long as all us players concedeand follow without thinkingwhat the Masters of the gamedecreed The Rules of Chess are swallowed holeDo you not think this funnythat mankind blindly … Read more
Only old Yochan tholes, he’s thrawnenduring at the morning milking.Every other crofter drives to Tainto shop for milk, is Yochan’s thinking. But if we don’t work what doth we dowith idle hands? Yochan insistscrofting thus answers the call ofDr Frankl the Logotherapist. When we have a why to live for we canlive with any how. … Read more
It’s a hard, hard lifeAnd the damned thing,Thanks to God, the harderwill never yield to live itself. Wherever be that truthAlive in joy’s inaction:Wise to live a life in art, orthyself a charmed distraction. Thus, life can be a little easyIf viewed when lying downEspecially if a love is by as, youlie on stony ground.
Within her smooth bealach cleavageBetwixt two ancient gneissic breastsStones as white as snow pink glistenOn paths that asp-like rise to crest The ancient ways and corrie ridgesCoiling round her secret jewelsLochans hid from spirit’s gentilesAssynt’s myths misunderstood As faeries laugh and wash her tressesSnaking down her marble sidesHer shining crown hurls Helios at usLaying us … Read more
What we can BeIs a matter of Poetry.You keep sending meEssays on freedom. Freedom from what?Conclusions in flightRunning away from thingsNot running towards them? Give me the light of ideasThe dreams and the blissThat are not ‘out there’Like attractions to visit; But hang in the airQuiet in the mountainousZen-still in the burnsCascading around us. If … Read more