"dinny" poems - Hello Poetry

So aye We wir watchin that David Attenborough or tryin tae - fower weans tearin up the joint, an she's like, See if youse dinny shut it...! an aw that, ken - You no gonny tell thum? So ah'm like, "Aye. Wheesht, youse." But it wis amazin, like. These fish. Years oot at sea. Tiny wee at first, dodgin sharks an jellyfish an aw sorts, awa oot, miles fae land. (*God! Youse! Take it up the stair! Tell thum, you!* "Aye, boys. Listen tae yir ma.") Then wan day, like they get the urge, ken? Got tae go. An in they come, surgin fae the sea, these sleek, silver bullets fat wi feedin. (I'll no tell yis again!) Nothin, an ah mean nothing is gonny stop them. Waterfalls? Nae bother. Just pure hungry fir the lassies, ken? The boy Attenborough sais they dinny even eat! (*That's it! Ah tellt ye! Here you! Take some responsibility, wull ye?* "Eh? Oh, aye. Away tae yir rooms, boys - yir ma tellt ye.") These pure ***** divils will loup up sheer cliffs, baws burstin, bi the look ay it. Poetry in motion, ken? Like, ah dinny ken, pure water brought tae life, an that. Jist pure savage. An then, haw - they find the lassies! An it's jist, like, 'splurge'! Done the deed. Gemme ower, job done, deid. An there's this shot. Ripplin shallows, just fill ay the twitchin bodies. Craws an bears an that, queuin up fir the bonanza. Jist, like, totally spent. An she's aw, *Here, is that no terrible? Pair buggers! Eifter aw that!* An ah'm like, "Aye." But see inside, ah'm thinkin, "Lucky, lucky ********

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Mar 14, 2016

Mar 14, 2016 at 11:43 AM UTC

alan-mcclure

Salmon

So aye We wir watchin that David Attenborough or tryin tae - fower weans tearin up the joint, an she's like, See if youse dinny shut it...! an aw that, ken - You no gonny tell thum? So ah'm like, "Aye. Wheesht, youse." But it wis amazin, like. These fish. Years oot at sea. Tiny wee at first, dodgin sharks an jellyfish an aw sorts, awa oot, miles fae land. (*God! Youse! Take it up the stair! Tell thum, you!* "Aye, boys. Listen tae yir ma.") Then wan day, like they get the urge, ken? Got tae go. An in they come, surgin fae the sea, these sleek, silver bullets fat wi feedin. (I'll no tell yis again!) Nothin, an ah mean nothing is gonny stop them. Waterfalls? Nae bother. Just pure hungry fir the lassies, ken? The boy Attenborough sais they dinny even eat! (*That's it! Ah tellt ye! Here you! Take some responsibility, wull ye?* "Eh? Oh, aye. Away tae yir rooms, boys - yir ma tellt ye.") These pure ***** divils will loup up sheer cliffs, baws burstin, bi the look ay it. Poetry in motion, ken? Like, ah dinny ken, pure water brought tae life, an that. Jist pure savage. An then, haw - they find the lassies! An it's jist, like, 'splurge'! Done the deed. Gemme ower, job done, deid. An there's this shot. Ripplin shallows, just fill ay the twitchin bodies. Craws an bears an that, queuin up fir the bonanza. Jist, like, totally spent. An she's aw, *Here, is that no terrible? Pair buggers! Eifter aw that!* An ah'm like, "Aye." But see inside, ah'm thinkin, "Lucky, lucky ********

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"Haw! You! Come back here! Dinny walk aff while ah'm talkin ti ye! Didjiz no ken we won a fight a mere sivvin hunner year ago? Are ye no impressed?" Flower o' ****** Scotland. Fighting and dying for a wee bit hill and glen. When will we see the like? Every ****** day an' Ah'm ******* seek o't. See when we start lovin and livin fur a wee bit hill and glen? Then Ah'll get tae ma feet an sing.

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Jan 14, 2011

Jan 14, 2011 at 9:39 AM UTC

alan-mcclure

(Righteous Indig)National Anthem

"Haw! You! Come back here! Dinny walk aff while ah'm talkin ti ye! Didjiz no ken we won a fight a mere sivvin hunner year ago? Are ye no impressed?" Flower o' ****** Scotland. Fighting and dying for a wee bit hill and glen. When will we see the like? Every ****** day an' Ah'm ******* seek o't. See when we start lovin and livin fur a wee bit hill and glen? Then Ah'll get tae ma feet an sing.

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Whoa. See that yin? Jist sittin there? Ye ken how she’s sittin like that, don’t ye? Well, whit’s she sittin oan? Aye, her erse. She’s only sittin like that So ye ken she’s got an erse. Gaggin fir it. An whoa, check that yin! Wearin claes! Filthy cow! Whit dae ye mean, “Whit dae ah mean”? Claes! Ye canny wear claes If ye huvny got a boady, can ye? That’s right – Just screamin it, so she is – “Check oot ma boady!” Aye, ah wull an aw! Don’t mind if ah dae! Aw, mate – that yin! That yin ower there! Bendin her airm! See her? Bendin her airm like a mucky **** That’s so ye ken She’s got elbows! Phwoar, I ken your type hen – you wi yir elbows an a’thin! Desperate fur it, aren’t ye? An man! This yin, walkin towards us! Breathin in an oot! Whit a slapper! Breathin in an oot! Aye, ye need a pair o lungs tae dae that, I bet, eh, hen? A pair o fine, functioning lungs! Aye, you use them, doll – dinny you be shy! Ah’m no! Aw pal, haud me back! This yin! This yin eatin a meat pie! Shameless wee **** Aw yeah, baby, I ken whit that means! Mean’s ye’ve got yirsel a **** wee digestive tract in there, no? Ye dinny hae tae spell it oot tae me, love! Probably got a pair o kidneys tucked away in there too, ye ***** wee ***** Aw the same, ur they no? Aw ae thum. Gantin oan it.

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Dec 20, 2016

Dec 20, 2016 at 7:39 AM UTC

alan-mcclure

Aw the Same

Whoa. See that yin? Jist sittin there? Ye ken how she’s sittin like that, don’t ye? Well, whit’s she sittin oan? Aye, her erse. She’s only sittin like that So ye ken she’s got an erse. Gaggin fir it. An whoa, check that yin! Wearin claes! Filthy cow! Whit dae ye mean, “Whit dae ah mean”? Claes! Ye canny wear claes If ye huvny got a boady, can ye? That’s right – Just screamin it, so she is – “Check oot ma boady!” Aye, ah wull an aw! Don’t mind if ah dae! Aw, mate – that yin! That yin ower there! Bendin her airm! See her? Bendin her airm like a mucky **** That’s so ye ken She’s got elbows! Phwoar, I ken your type hen – you wi yir elbows an a’thin! Desperate fur it, aren’t ye? An man! This yin, walkin towards us! Breathin in an oot! Whit a slapper! Breathin in an oot! Aye, ye need a pair o lungs tae dae that, I bet, eh, hen? A pair o fine, functioning lungs! Aye, you use them, doll – dinny you be shy! Ah’m no! Aw pal, haud me back! This yin! This yin eatin a meat pie! Shameless wee **** Aw yeah, baby, I ken whit that means! Mean’s ye’ve got yirsel a **** wee digestive tract in there, no? Ye dinny hae tae spell it oot tae me, love! Probably got a pair o kidneys tucked away in there too, ye ***** wee ***** Aw the same, ur they no? Aw ae thum. Gantin oan it.

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not so distant dogs bay through streets an uneasy wind slaps at leaves and now a wail-whoop of ambulance gloom loops the dying afternoon and even in the home from my room the dinny grin of television and banging doors a dull clang of words and the beating of my blood at small impending dooms. Yet. I am held - for all that - shimmering-still a castle in the eye of storms. Peace is not a white flag. its molten gold enfolds the floundering soul - enthrones it into a whole eternity of untold quiescence.

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Apr 1, 2012

Apr 1, 2012 at 8:59 AM UTC

zita-consani

prayers at day's end

not so distant dogs bay through streets an uneasy wind slaps at leaves and now a wail-whoop of ambulance gloom loops the dying afternoon and even in the home from my room the dinny grin of television and banging doors a dull clang of words and the beating of my blood at small impending dooms. Yet. I am held - for all that - shimmering-still a castle in the eye of storms. Peace is not a white flag. its molten gold enfolds the floundering soul - enthrones it into a whole eternity of untold quiescence.

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