"galloway" poems
One Christmas Eve in Stranraer
I found mahsel' ****** in a bar
Wi' a fat Dumfries ****
Ach, 'twas easy tae score,
Once I tell't her I'd kipped wi' her Ma.
I spent Christmas morn in Prestwick
Wi' a girl whose lips were aye thick
(not the ones on her face
but in t'other place).
Their hugeness fair crushed ma braw ****
That night near auld Newton Stewart
Wi' a lass who declined aye tae do it,
I used all mah' charm
And twisted her arm,
But the smell in her breeks made me rue it.
On Boxing Day evening in Ayr,
I met a girl who had a huge pair
Of bonnie fat ****
They thrilled me tae bits
Before I explored her "doon there".
Galloway lassies are corkers
And Girvan girls are laud squawkers;
But for suckin o' the ****
Tak' yersel' tae Cumnock,
If ye dinnae mind fat spotty porkers.
You're no wondering doubt, in this poem,
Why no lassies have met a fell doom
(so I'll mention the death
of poor ugly Beth
Who got squashed in a ******** in Troon).
Aug 27, 2015
Aug 27, 2015 at 7:47 AM UTC
Midwinter approaches.
You'd barely know it.
Galloway's soft murky skies,
Low clouds born of mudflat and peat,
don't waken the sparkling frost in me
A sudden unexpected pang
for the cut-glass winters of Aberdeen,
skies as clear as no sky at all
and the Dee all poised and crystal
descends upon me in the thick southwest smir
And I long to crunch along the riverbank
with my brother in the frost,
laughter-born clouds
dissipating in the hawthorn branches,
blackbirds startling
in the ice-bound undergrowth -
deep pink sun bursting and bleeding
across the wide blue horizon.
I could return -
follow the waxwings
reclaim my winter home
but I won't -
instead,
I'll cast a glance
of sparkling northern granite
across the fields and mulch,
see if I can clear these skies
and freeze this other Dee
And build myself a fresh white landscape
as crisp
and clear
as memory.
Dec 18, 2014
Dec 18, 2014 at 8:30 AM UTC
A fathers love for a child is pure
So caring to love ones own
To look in their eyes, that glistening glow
To know their love is sure
To be a part of something so sweet
That special little smile
Just to hug and squeeze them tight
If only for awhile
To be there when they entered this world
Holds a special place in my heart
The laughs, the grins the kisses they give
Its hard to be apart
But to know they're always there by my side
Is the only thing I need
For the love of a child is a heartbeat away
God blessed this child indeed
K.T. Galloway
Sep 12, 2012
Sep 12, 2012 at 2:40 AM UTC
Watching the April northerly
Blow the Spring away to sea from Galloway
Towards Ireland
The lee of the **** for shelter
Low sun warming your face
Massive frequent clouds, megalithic
Dull below to towering snow-white heaven
Their wind-driven gunmetal shadows rush out to sea
The bay, at distance, a breastplate of pewter
Beaten across with countless, tiny hammerings
With animal purpose a shape moves slowly,
Breaking the horizon heading for Man
The breeze, coltish, struggling to be gone
Headstrong with promise and challenge
A fine day for such a crossing!
Mar 18, 2011
Mar 18, 2011 at 2:21 PM UTC
Sometimes days can be soo sad
Its so hard when were apart
To seem so lost without a hope
I look to God with my heart
He tells me it will be ok
No worries all is well
When everything seems lost and void
He loves me without fail
It lifts me up to get through the times
That seem so out of control
But he will guide me through thick and thin
I leave him to pave the roads
I know that all will be allright
When I bow my head to pray
For his comforts me with a gleam of light
He can brighten the darkest days.
K.T. Galloway
Sep 12, 2012
Sep 12, 2012 at 2:42 AM UTC
.
This wee Scottish imp fell from the skies,
One mythic creature, telling only truths,
Fresh from a fabled land called Utopia—
Once gave a lecture to a room full of old,
Future splatterers of the status quo, dim
Poms and drones from a garrison called:
Oxford. God save the dream! Help us all . . .
Feb 20, 2014
Feb 20, 2014 at 12:10 AM UTC
Standing in the brisk cold winds
Of yesterdays gone by
And all of me to you I lend
Until the day I die
And on that day that I shall die.
I'll still love you so
For in my chances I had few
Never could I show
I do bequeath my love to you
How much you'll never know
For in my chances I had a few
Never did I show.
-K.T. Galloway
Sep 12, 2012
Sep 12, 2012 at 2:40 AM UTC
Crowned in a kingdom far away.
His royal majesty' the prince of galloway.
Enchanting beholder of every lass.
Simply noble and loved by the mass.
The first son of a mighty king.
Engaged to a maiden who owns a horse with a wing.
Raised in a place beyond the sea of battle.
Believed to have slain a dragon beneath the mantle.
Escaped the hands of time from the meridian.
Now a legend for being valiant.
Now a light in the cosmic ocean.
In a church above the mountain he got married.
Nine years later his wife gave birth to three sons that she carried.
Got ascended to the throne when he was older.
Taught his sons how to be good and bolder.
One day when he finally had to go.
Ninety years was enough and his blood stopped to flow.
Sep 9, 2017
Sep 9, 2017 at 12:00 AM UTC