Goosebumps For Beginners (17 Scots Poems)

1.Merle The merle singin in the tree Kens mair o ecstasy nor me Wi braw coo’s lick an wings sae swift I’d like tae be a peesie hen I’d cheep an birl in the lift 2.Rumi Owersett in Scots: the Guest Hoose This bein human is a guesthouse Ilkie mornin a new arrival A blitheness, a dowieness, a coorseness Some teenie kennin comes As a begeck o a veesitor Welcome an hish them inbye Even gin they’re a boorich o waes Fa forecy-like swipe yer hoose Teem o its gear Nae maitter, treat ilkie guest wi honour He micht be scoorin ye clean For a new delicht The derk thocht, the blaik affront, the wrangness Meet them at the yet, lauchin An hish them inbye Be grateful for faiver comes For ilkie ane has bin sent As a guide frae the ayont 3.A Scots owersett o the poem Lost, bi Czeslaw Milosz (translatit frae the Polish bi hissel) Love means tae larn tae luik at yersel The wye a body luiks at hyne aff ferlies For ye are anely ae ferlie mangst mony An faiver sees thon wye, heals his hairt Wioot kenning it, frae a rowth o sairs A birdie an a tree say tae him Frien Syne he wints tae use hissel an ferlies Sae they staun in the glamourize o ripeness It disnae matter whether he kens fit he serves Fa serves best disnae aye unnerstaun 4.A Scots Owersett of The Guid news, bi Thich Nhat Hanh translatit frae the Vietnamese bi the poet hissel, in Plum Village 1992 They dinna prent the guid news The guyed news is prentit bi oorsels We hae a special edition ilkie meenit An we need ye tae read it The guid news is yer leevin An the linden trees aye yonner Staunin stinch in the coorse winter The guid news is that ye hae winnerfu een Tae touch the blue lift The guid news is that yer bairn is there afore ye An yer airms are wytin Bosies are possible They anely prent fit’s wrang Luik at ane o oor special editions We aywis offer the ferlies that arenae wrang We ettle for ye tae gain frae them An gie them a bield The pee-the-bed is yonner in the sheugh Smiling her winnerfu smile Lippen tilt! Ye hae lugs tae hear it Boo yer heid Lippen tilt! Leave ahin the warld o waers an worries Free yersel The guid news is Ye can dae it 5.A Scots Owersett o the poem Hunger, bi Jane Hirshfield A reid shelt chaws girse A blaik craw Howks hornygollachs frae a midden A wumman watches in envy, fit’s sae easy 6.Scots Owersett o Optimistic Wee Poem bi Hans Magnus Enzensberger, Whyles, it happens Somebody skirls for help Some ither body lowps in at aince An aa fur free Here in the mids o the greediest capitalism Roon the neuk cams the sheenin fire brigade An dowses, or o a suddenty There’s siller in the beggar’s bunnet Foreneens, the streets are stappit Wi fowk hashin back an forrit wioot Dirks in their hauns, friendly-like Eftir milk or radishes Like twis a time o deepest peace A gran sicht! 7.A Scots Owersett o the poem Local bi Henrik Norbrandt, Twa o the kintras that share a border wi this ane Are fechtin ane anither Ma radio, that I’ve pit In the shadda o the oleander buss Tells me fit airts are noo bein bombed An fit weapons they’re makkin eese o Nae till the morn will the picturs cam Thon o the wrack Thon o the deid Mony o them war leevin anely yestreen Mony are anely hauf as auld’s masel Fin I ettle tae tune in ma radio station Wi classical music I think foo hard it is Tae get eased wi the local fags. 8.A Scot Owersett o the Poem Gairden Fragrance bi Lam Thi My Da, Last nicht a bomb explodit in the porch Bit souns o birdies sweeten the yird this morning I hear the scentit trees, teet in the gairden Fin twa seelent boorichs o ripe guavas 9.A Wheen Owersetts inno Scots o English Translations bi Sam Hamill O Journey to the Interior bi Basho Etten alive bi Flechs an flees Noo the cuddy pees Aside ma bowster Trimmle, ma mools Betimes ma greets will be Anely this Autumn win Screivit on the Tada Shrine Peetifu- aneth A great sodjer’s teem helmet A girselowper sings I sclimmed inno air Heich abeen the peesies Tap o a Ben The yalla rose Petals – ane bi ane- Gae doon the roarin linns Och, buss birdies! Noo ye’ve keeched aa ower Ma rice cake on the porch The stert o Culture Frae the hairt o the kintra Rice-plantin sangs The banana tree Blawn bi wins Poors raindrops inoo the pail Rowin dumplins In bamboo leaves Wi ae finger she redds up her hair Thon’s ma saké cup! Dinna be draps dubs in yonner Reestin spurgies! In the fish market Frae amang wee shrimps Girselowper sings In the auld byre Dwaumy souns o mozzies Simmer heat bides on Thon winter shooers- Even the puggie Raxxes fur a raincoat A satted sea-bream Its moo luiks jeeled At the seafood shoppie A tattie leaf Awytes the hairst meen In a brunt clachan park I wid like tae weir Thon tattiebogle’s orra duddies In the cranreuch o midnicht Suppit frae ma hauns Jeelin spring watter Bumbazes ma stoonin teeth Fit wye, jist this Autumn Hae I grown auld o a suddenty A birdie in the lift A tummlin cloud, like A rinnin tyke, pissin Coorse winter shooers A snawy mornin Dowpit alane wi dried salmon Chaain awa Basho’s Daith Poem Seek on ma traivels Anely ma dreams will stravaig Thon dowie muirs 10.Bouncer Na. Yer nae getting in Ye micht hae orra habits Mebbe yer face winna fit. Mebbe mine’ll cheenge Forbye, there’s private neuks inbye That I keep steekit Fit’s that? Ye war wintin tae step ower the yett Tae be ma frien? An fit’s a frien onywye? Jist turnin up wioot a bye yer leave! I dinna like begecks They gie me the dry boak Sikkin a sub or twa fin times is hard… I’m anely the Bank o Mither, nae the warld Awa an chap on somebody else’s door 11.Roose I keep ma roose in a kist It’s nae hoose-trained It disna ken fan tae stop Gin I daured tae open the lid A Mister Punch wi neives Wad likely pop Ma roose wid fleg the polis, cause a stooshie A richt radgy roose it is It wid skelp ye on the lug as quick as stink Its buits ettlin tae blooter yer shins It’s aywise kept in a kist, tho An I hae swallaed the key 12.Braw Simmer The birk leaves skinkle like new minted coins A flee reests on a thrissle’s spike-tapped hair Aneth the larick’s oxters, drappit heids O dwinin rhododendrons sweets the air A rowth o trippers wheech alang the lift Happit bit heard the rummle o a plane Nae traffic left or richt, straicht tae the loch Girse path, far fowk wauk up an doon again The crinin bluebell flooers boo dowie doon A humfy backit snailie sliders by A broon baguette, the larick’s crackit trunk Raxes tae reach the Heivens hyne upbye The anely soun’s the widlan’s reeshlin spikk The antrin birdie chitterin ower the sheuch Fit needs a roweth o siller, claith or gear Here’s aa a chiel cud sikk, mair nor eneuch 13. Ma Faither’s scarf an the Dalai Llama The Dalai Llama’s coort cam tae ma toon ‘A fite scarf is the giftie that’s maist fit’ They telt me an (nae ane tae lat fowk doon) I fan ma faither’s daunce scarf…sic a boon Twis 50 years sin he hid worn it The thirties fashion…ma, in her ball goon Like Fred Astaire. My da wad birl her roon An full her heid wi stars, the kyn that flit Ooto the luv sangs that he liked tae croon Shakkin the moch baas frae its silken foun Cannie, in siller paper I rowed it Thon hist-ye-back frae age o ragtime tune I winner fyles, fin incense furls aroon An He in meditation deep, should sit If faither’s jigging scarf is wippit roon His thrapple, an dis it tae quaet, submit? 14.Global Snap Shots The poppy’s pit on her brawest frock For the blythness o bein Up a city close A junkie sooks her sap For the pleisur o deein A stane at Callanish stauns quaet Wintin nae glory forbye’s the sun’s warm touch A littlin lauchs in a dub in Jaipur’s stoor Smilin ooto a moo o twa fite teeth Nyaakit bar aa bit a thread aroon its shooder Rowed in the grace o youth, a halo o hudderie hair Brunt yird its pooder 15.Birdies Table Watchin The table is circled bi birdies watchin fowk ett This gars the birdies chitter an coo Watchin humans pykin frae ashets an bowls ‘Luik at thon creashie clort hammin intae a heeze o pink wirms’ Quo the spurgie. ‘Thon pykit luikin shargeret peely wally should get far mair o the deinties, ’ The muckle scurrie jelooses. The whaup an the gled are slaverin at the sicht o French snailies. Ane bi ane the fowk rise up an gae. ‘Fit’ll be happenin neist? ’ speirs the yalla yeitie. ‘Weel, ’ the mavis repons, ‘they’ll awa tae their hotel chaumers, for a birze, a fag or a sklaik on thon wee sheeny squar ferlies.’ ‘Bit they’ll miss the sun gaun doon an the meen risin, ’ quo the cushie doo ‘Och, humans are far ower important tae gee thirsels aboot thon, ’ the hoolet hooted, fleein awa tae the wid. 16. Auld Shelt He stude wi a nicher His roch blaik mane on the lang shute o his heid Lyin atween his een, like a hudderie breem buss His yalla teeth, the colour o new-cut neep His hooves, stricken the cassies like flint His hochs wi thon sheltie-guff yoamin aff him His pechin gey near founert Luikin doon tae the grun The warld oot blinkered Aroon him, cars tooted, larries roared Him staunin straicht like he’d stepped Frae a century hyne back His maister, the veggie man had the skin O a cyard, like he’d bin steepit in tannin His bunnet iled blaik bi swyte an yird His fingers like puddens, hackit, tabbie-stained Mither stude at the cairt tail Pyin fur leeks an ingins wi florins an bawbees The smush that wis oor siller in ma bairnhood Gin the auld shelt srappit his broon aipples o dung Fowk ran wi their shovels an pails Ingaitherin the keech like it wis gowd The better tae grow the rhubarb in their gairdens Even then I kent its days wis numbered Noo, I staun in thebstreet whyles, Pechin, gey near founert, Luikin doon tae the grun The warld ootblinkered 17.An Owersett in Scots o Baby Lift by Nguyen Phan Que Mai Heistit up, haived inno anither warld Anither kintra, anither bosie Thon wis the weird o the dumfounert bairns Their skin still guffin frae the lowes o their evacuation Thedy cam hame, their hair nae blond Their skin naae fite Their leid nae Vietnames Bit nae diet o milk an butter Can answer thon 35 year auld speirin Fa am I? Nae adoptit airms can replace their ain fowk’s bosie Nae DNA test can jyne them wi their beginnins An blaik hair canna think in Vietnamese Baby lift, ower twal thoosan days o tears Ower thirtyfive years o pain An aye the questions hae their een gapit wide