14 Scots Poems From The Gargoyle Man

1.A Border Yowe on the Referendum Miles an miles o English girse Miles o English yowes Keechin on the bosky braes Chawin up the howes Aince the referendum's by A yowe will ay be oo Fower mutton shanks wi puddens Makkin haggis, soups an stew The English yowes will still say baa As yowes hae daen afore Whether or no the vote swings roon Tae steek Auld Scotia's door 2. H.M. Open Prison Leyhill/Tortwoth Court Mansion This gran auld English manor hoose Has neebors ower the hedge As quaet an as private As a plot o fenced in veg Aye, rapists, murderers, muggers Sleep ower the wye, nae fuss Fit ither lives I winner Bide parallel tae us? Oh jyle birds, bonnie jyle birds Yer prison has nae waas Sae spreid yer wings an flaff awa Like aa the ither craaas! 3.Weighty Matters Like herds o Indian jumbos The clouds gyang thunnerin by An should ane drap upon oor heids It's ta-ta you an I Twa poems bi Ryokan Owersett in Scots 4.The eyn o the year The eyn o the year The hale warld birls Wi the hotter an steer o gift-giein Anely ma theekit hame Bides peaceful an quaet Fit kinno thanks can I gie tae Buddha? Ae stick o incense Ae while o meditation 5.Raindraps on the Banana Leaves Fin yer auld an fooshtie The slichtest soun waukens ye Ma licht flichters, a gloamin shooer passes I smeeth ma bowster an in seelence Lippen tae the doonpish Drappin throwe the banana leaves Fa can I share the feelin o this meenit wi? Twa Poems bi Wang Wei Owersett in Scots 6.Seein a Frien aboot tae gyang Hame Soothwards Ten thoosan miles aa aroon Spring warms inno Simmer Ower three muckle rivers, Anely a puckle migratin birdies rise The Han River is braidenin inno Heiven A lanely guest sets aff for Ying In Yun, young rice growes braw In Shu the veggies are fat Hingin ower the toun yett an glowerin I see a frien's bricht jaiket Hyne awa an dwinnlin 7.Girnin Aboot ma Fite Hair Aince I had pink chikks. Noo ma teeth are blaik O a Suddenty, ma fite hair's Like a loon's pigtail, saft an huddrie In ae life, foo mony times can the hairt brakk? Gin I dinna turn tae the yett o Naethin-ness Foo can I cleanse ma hairt? 8.Fit Ma Toun Kens It kens the satty skelp o the North Sea tide It kens the dirlin skirl o the fierce sea maws It kens the fremmit leids the herbour brings It kens the haar an the springtime's wattergaws It hears the bells chime in the Mither Kirk It hears the dirdum-dree o the traffic soun It hears the saft curmur o stravaigin doos It hears twa rivers, gaun tae the sea tae droon It sees the beggar priggin siller in neuks It sees the trauchelt shopper, the business chiel It sees the mither's ringless haun, her tcyauve It sees the littlins breengin alang tae skweel It murns the peace o mediaeval times It murns the sprauchle o suburbs raxxin oot It murns tint birds, an burnies biggit ower It murns that Orchard Street bears nae mair fruit 9.A Letter Tae Rabbie Burns Weel Rabbie, here's a line or twa Tae say Man still believes yer braw Ye've lowsed sae mony thochts tae blaw O'er Ben an brae Yer still ten heids abune us aa On yer Birthday Ye'd hae nae lack o weeminkind Thin, creashie, orra, roch, refined Aa willin tae be wined an dined Nae kirk tae bray ‘Gainst houghmagandie's bump an grind On yer Birthday Ay Rab, ye'd be a media star A global hit baith near an far Dogged bi the press at ilkie bar Each wird ye'd say Wad still dunt Wonder's yetts ajar On yer Birthday 10.The Birk bi the Lochan Spikks Booin abune the loch Leaves are ma listenin lugs They swey tae the glugger an glumph O win-skelped waves Ma reets rin faddoms deep Unner the loch's blaik foun A stipple o green Nae cradle swings sae sweet I ken ma place I'm reared tae thole the Sizzens I am weirin ma simmer goun Ma sap hauds auncient lear Ye hae forgot. The wirm chaps at ma yett Ae day it'll ding me doon It is eneuch, betimes, tae reap the hairst o sun Afore the lowes o Autumn burn ma briest Afore the Winter takks me for his bride Slippin anither ring roon ma timmer wyme Afore the blin drift an the cranreuch's stoun 11.Winnie Aged Ane Winnie disnae gie a snuff Winnie disnae gee her ginger Takk awa her favourite toy Watch her, ragin, gyang her dinger Winnie sleepin's like an angel Winnie waukent's foo o tricks Bubblin on the edge o spikkin Toddlin in her romper brikks. Winnie's een are fu o mischief Caa her ower, a jack in box Up she lowps, a hardy gurran Like a Vernal Equinox A sweet bud, a curly powe She sclimms her faither's shanks until She is heistit for a bosie Boos aa comers tae her will 12.Yew The Bruce set doon a firm decree That each chiel wirth a coo Maun makk a yew bow for hissel Tae fecht as weel as ploo Syne ithers ryped the yew tree's side For bagpipes, shuttles, chanters Blythe clarsachs, sae thon hinneyed strum Micht sweeten life's mishanters The yew growes doon aneth the mools Its reets drink corpses' bluid An as the bodies dwine awa Freed sowels wing roon its heid 13.In the Solstice Lowe I Burn In the Solstice lowe I burn Jaw o yowe tae jyne the flame An in daein thon I murn Aa that dees, an sae I nane In ma heid, the waukrife deid Filin ben the birlin rikk Loued or hated, kind or cauld Slaw an ugsome, bonnie, quick As thon spirks rise tae the lift Sae like aa the lave I'll shift As a nest, wi patience vrocht In a meenit's blawn tae nocht 14.Gaitherins I heard a leverock in the lift I saw a bawd lowp brave an braw The taste o truth wis in ma mou As wersh as ony bitter haw I brushed a nettle wi ma shank An reid ma skin raise up.The stang Quaetened the stoun. Amangst the thrang O sichts an souns the day set oot Like ony host lays oot a feast The soun I langed for maist ava… The hoolet cryin in her resst