Tag Archives: poetry

he speaks the truth, the man of many voices. In the sleepy hour of cold dark night He drifts in and out my peripheral. In the silence of the bay waters I know he’s about Somewhere in the deep dark … Continue reading →

Getting old doesn’t make you wise Some don’t read, I’m sorry to say Getting old, I started to analyze Watching T V for advice is a wasted day We don’t have too many years When our hair turns from red … Continue reading →

We crossed th’ Ocean Sea We who dared We filled oor sails At th’ mercy o’ th’ trade win’s We left th’ Old World An’ found th’ One World We wer humble men o’ th’ sea It was nae oor … Continue reading →

This night time passing, This darkened dome that reigns upon us all in our hour o’ fear, This nightly milling o’ th’ stars, Showers doon upon us its blessed meteors o’ darkness, moistens th’ sighted eye an’ brings rest tea … Continue reading →

Days o’ nights, nights o’ thunder Winds tha’ bring th’ plagues o’ nightfall, Dip your hyssop intae th’ bloody pool an’ Pray th’ Dark One shall pass by. Thare be weeping on oor shores, An’ in oor camps. Thare be … Continue reading →

I am Calypso An’ I wull gi’e yee shelter I wull be yer safe harbor I wull be yer singer o’ songs I wull spread me golden wings An’ spare yee frea th’ storm thare wull be nae place else … Continue reading →

Wha’ be th’ recompence faur yer soul? Wha’ be th’ value tha’ ye place upon it? Whaur be stowed away thy hidden treasure? Whaur be th’ keeper awe th’ gate? Who wull be standing by yer side Whe’ th’ battle … Continue reading →

Th’ worl’ we left behind  is in tatters. Wars, famines, plagues Attack at oor very will tae live. Here, oan th’ far side o’ this orb Th’ win’ is idle. For weeks oan end, Not a puff tea put a … Continue reading →

Nothing finds favor. Not even th’ cauld stones Find rest inside th’ river bed. Nothing finds favor In this man’s mortal world Where none is proven worthy. Nothing finds favor. Nae beasty is called upon Tae send doon destruction. Nothing … Continue reading →