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A tribute to The Bard, Scotland's own Robert Burns --shepherd to we farflung diasporees. Lonnie Glass put this poem to music and recorded it.
Burnt Doun (in Lallans Scots)
Oh nae mair leaves...
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The woods grow smaller every year. My leaves
Fall green and withered. Bitter water stings
My shrinking roots. Yet I am Laurel still.
I am the tree that one time was a maid,
But that was long...
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Peeping Poet
With an empathic eye,
looking within or without.
A fairly wordy entity for some one
who doesn’t talk much.
There is a fire in the...
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Brainstorm
by MrDaMan
Virgil R. Hall II (Randy)
The lightening is a dull glow behind murky veils of
dreams. A milkyway galaxy encased in the skull, shuttered
from...
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Jackboots
by MrDaMan
Virgil R. Hall II (Randy)
The jackboots of oppression are worn on the left and right, they balance
upon our collective throats. We may not breathe easy,...
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Flowers of Dis… Content
by MrDaMan
Virgil R. Hall II (Randy)
Blue skies and clouds of wonder,
floating on the winds of God’s breath.
And man crawls upon the Earth
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Sweet Light
by MrDaMan
Virgil R. Hall II (Randy)
Visualize, visual eyes, visual lies…
Night is not the absence of light,
night is a convention of dense shadows.
And...
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Gerard Butler's Love Of His Homeland
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A Burns-esque poem that spouted into a song by myself and Lonnie Glass. Mike Kropotkin does a great arrangement and all the instrumentation.
Burnt Doun (by Norman Ball)
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Victim of Reality
by MrDaMan
Virgil R. Hall II (Randy)
ummmm its the sunrise it burns the fog off your soul,
ya light up your breakfast, and now your ready to...
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