"bluid" poems - Hello Poetry

A Lone Walker nowe Ah! Intae Theis Murky Naycht ‘Yont Whin-Rock menacin’, Ewry Wound bygane an’ the Scar Freish Bluid o’ mine fuelin’, Lang, lang, IT! the Blacklyn Howr, Unfathomable, Unearthly, Verra Guid Fyre wearin’, Burnan Hye! Gore o’ mine Awa, awa, IT owre spilled! Soil o’ Alabaster gravin’, An’ abön, Great Orrah! a Presence yirr, Near-hand ay flashin’, Rumblin’, guid tremblin’, Lyke a Rhodium-Demon Hyear Unco! stick-an-stowe towerin’, An’ a Mirror-Vision ay broo! O’ Red Gore fuil an’ pruid! Great Rowth ragin’! Human nae, nae IT laanger! Heyne intae Theis Skye-Mirror, Image o’ mine! nae, nae IT laanger! Ma Rubye Brooch Micht, och! Stylle haiwin', An' wae Veins o’ Deep Lowe imbued, Ma ain stylle! Glamis’ Orrah! Dearest! Athwart ma Solitarye Gait Ays a Storm-Blast fallin’, An’ wnto me! wnto me noo, IT! O’er an’ o’er! Carham’s Scyld-Hel Orrah! Stylle Theis Dangerus! Verra Dangerus, IT! Highlan’ Thwndir-Rode o’ mine Intae Theis Guid Kintra whooshin’, An’ the nae ****** Cauld Landis Micht, Swaird-Wounded, stylle Ironclad Ah! Fore’er unco! wi’in Oun Hye Fyre Thro’ nae croud strollin’, Ays yf frae Hye Þunor His-sel The Lone War-Whisper Weel-Gaun! Wae Thae Verra Woirds o’ Battle-Angyr Lewdlie! Theis Specular Bluish Fyre o’ mine! Thus Thwndir-Taukin’: NUNC IN HOC SIGNO VINCES QUIA FOCUS TEMPESTATIS MODO EST TIBI ET VEXILLA FULMINIS PRODEUNT UNIVERSI IN FERRO CAERULEO SANGUINEQUE AD TE PICTORUM NOCTE TETRA ET IN SPECULO RESULTANTE FORMA THOR GOTHORUM UBI DESCENDET LAETO AB ULTIMA GLITNIR MAGNO MALLEO DEUS FLAVUS QUI ALTO FERRO SECURIQUE TONITRUO INDIGNAM VIAM MALEDIXIT FULMINIS IGITUR TETRA UMBRA TUA ALTA FLAMMA CALIGINEA VEXILLAQUE SUPREMO IGNE OVERMAN ULTOR.

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Jan 23, 2021

Jan 23, 2021 at 6:54 AM UTC

hermes-varini

Lone Walker

A Lone Walker nowe Ah! Intae Theis Murky Naycht ‘Yont Whin-Rock menacin’, Ewry Wound bygane an’ the Scar Freish Bluid o’ mine fuelin’, Lang, lang, IT! the Blacklyn Howr, Unfathomable, Unearthly, Verra Guid Fyre wearin’, Burnan Hye! Gore o’ mine Awa, awa, IT owre spilled! Soil o’ Alabaster gravin’, An’ abön, Great Orrah! a Presence yirr, Near-hand ay flashin’, Rumblin’, guid tremblin’, Lyke a Rhodium-Demon Hyear Unco! stick-an-stowe towerin’, An’ a Mirror-Vision ay broo! O’ Red Gore fuil an’ pruid! Great Rowth ragin’! Human nae, nae IT laanger! Heyne intae Theis Skye-Mirror, Image o’ mine! nae, nae IT laanger! Ma Rubye Brooch Micht, och! Stylle haiwin', An' wae Veins o’ Deep Lowe imbued, Ma ain stylle! Glamis’ Orrah! Dearest! Athwart ma Solitarye Gait Ays a Storm-Blast fallin’, An’ wnto me! wnto me noo, IT! O’er an’ o’er! Carham’s Scyld-Hel Orrah! Stylle Theis Dangerus! Verra Dangerus, IT! Highlan’ Thwndir-Rode o’ mine Intae Theis Guid Kintra whooshin’, An’ the nae ****** Cauld Landis Micht, Swaird-Wounded, stylle Ironclad Ah! Fore’er unco! wi’in Oun Hye Fyre Thro’ nae croud strollin’, Ays yf frae Hye Þunor His-sel The Lone War-Whisper Weel-Gaun! Wae Thae Verra Woirds o’ Battle-Angyr Lewdlie! Theis Specular Bluish Fyre o’ mine! Thus Thwndir-Taukin’: NUNC IN HOC SIGNO VINCES QUIA FOCUS TEMPESTATIS MODO EST TIBI ET VEXILLA FULMINIS PRODEUNT UNIVERSI IN FERRO CAERULEO SANGUINEQUE AD TE PICTORUM NOCTE TETRA ET IN SPECULO RESULTANTE FORMA THOR GOTHORUM UBI DESCENDET LAETO AB ULTIMA GLITNIR MAGNO MALLEO DEUS FLAVUS QUI ALTO FERRO SECURIQUE TONITRUO INDIGNAM VIAM MALEDIXIT FULMINIS IGITUR TETRA UMBRA TUA ALTA FLAMMA CALIGINEA VEXILLAQUE SUPREMO IGNE OVERMAN ULTOR.

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*Lay me doon in the caul caul groon Whaur afore monie mair huv gaun Lay me doon in the caul caul groon Whaur afore monie mair huv gaun* It was silent. His body sunk into the earth. His soul long gone from there. He had died A gun upon his arms. *When they come a wull staun ma groon Staun ma groon al nae be afraid* He had died with a home that his dream would live on. *Thoughts awe hame tak awa ma fear Sweat an bluid hide ma veil awe tears* Later they had told us he had died with courage and valor. *Ains a year say a prayer faur me Close yir een an remember me* The shots continue he fell by the tenth. *Nair mair shall a see the sun For a fell tae a Germans gun* A ******** grasped in his stone cold hand *Lay me doon in the caul caul groon Whaur afore monie mair huv gaun* He saw a line of faces, brown, black and white. Some were smiling others, crying *Lay me doon in the caul caul groon Whaur afore monie mair huv gaun* His body sunk into the cold, wet ground As God opened his arms, for a boy drenched in blood. Whaur afore monie mair huv gaun A group waited in the wings. Soldiers from many places. Who fought to keep their shores safe.

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Feb 6, 2016

Feb 6, 2016 at 7:54 PM UTC

MadameBlizardee

* **Lay Me Doon** *

*Lay me doon in the caul caul groon Whaur afore monie mair huv gaun Lay me doon in the caul caul groon Whaur afore monie mair huv gaun* It was silent. His body sunk into the earth. His soul long gone from there. He had died A gun upon his arms. *When they come a wull staun ma groon Staun ma groon al nae be afraid* He had died with a home that his dream would live on. *Thoughts awe hame tak awa ma fear Sweat an bluid hide ma veil awe tears* Later they had told us he had died with courage and valor. *Ains a year say a prayer faur me Close yir een an remember me* The shots continue he fell by the tenth. *Nair mair shall a see the sun For a fell tae a Germans gun* A ******** grasped in his stone cold hand *Lay me doon in the caul caul groon Whaur afore monie mair huv gaun* He saw a line of faces, brown, black and white. Some were smiling others, crying *Lay me doon in the caul caul groon Whaur afore monie mair huv gaun* His body sunk into the cold, wet ground As God opened his arms, for a boy drenched in blood. Whaur afore monie mair huv gaun A group waited in the wings. Soldiers from many places. Who fought to keep their shores safe.

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Thou, dishonorable Highlan' skellum, Thy dreary whunstane shall not see again! Nor thy unworthy Clan Banner, Yet my Blade! Yet my Blade! Gleaming here, owre, At auld Stirling Bridge, Wi' fiery bluid imbued, Graving still deep mirk stane, Under yon Steel Glare Ne'er to wane!

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Jul 24, 2020

Jul 24, 2020 at 3:20 AM UTC

hermes-varini

Blade

Thou, dishonorable Highlan' skellum, Thy dreary whunstane shall not see again! Nor thy unworthy Clan Banner, Yet my Blade! Yet my Blade! Gleaming here, owre, At auld Stirling Bridge, Wi' fiery bluid imbued, Graving still deep mirk stane, Under yon Steel Glare Ne'er to wane!

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