"gallus" poems
Govan bar banter:
Awa' with ye fankle eejits
that blether to naw whit they dinnae naw
crabbit, drookit
moanin, drouthy
yer Havers-yins!
each unto their ane
an' aye bin.
Tell markers scoured
an' crowned with glee
"alas nae blessing naw
bolt of wisdom
will er'e to
strike thee -
tis poor soil
an' loads o toil
an' broken backs"
Ach awa with ye!
Fir me the skies
an' tracks o wilds
an' winds that curl yer lugs
Hielan mountains glory
summers toty story
an' bonny lassies dancing -
a gallus stoater!
that’s fir me.
Party racket
in Da’s laden jaiket
jangle change
fir a dram
an' enough tae get the Clockwork Orange hame -
times hae changed a wee bit no?
Seldom ventured
tis seldom gained
an' aw the while
the wee bairns wail
Still, life is yin
what yin makes of that
which drives the world
that breaks yer back
Remember love!
ma banters free to give
an' thats all the mare important when
it costs so much tae live.
Nov 5, 2012
Nov 5, 2012 at 8:20 AM UTC
It was, as the New York Times all but sniffed
(Even then, a haughty mix of bluenose and black ink)
Further proof the poor, misguided Upstate rubes
Were no more than ample fodder
For any tinhorn, two-bit confidence man to take for a ride.
Fair enough—it was, to the careful eye and unheated psyche
Clear as the azure blue sky that,
Despite the best efforts of acid wash and a year underground,
So obviously a statue as to be absolutely laughable,
And yet the vox populi came in waves,
Not only one-gallus farmers from the fields nearby,
But from the great cities near and far
(Chicago, Philadelphia, and, yes, even New York itself
To throw Hannum a quarter to view his gargantuan grotesquery
Just as described in Genesis itself, he noted solemnly
So many, indeed, that Barnum himself was divinely inspired
Not only to purloin the giant, but its prior owner’s epigram
As to the frequency of the manufacture
Of his too-credible customer base.
While there was (briefly, at least) some mystery surrounding
The origins of the brobdingnagian mass of stone,
It remained (to some, anyway) equally unfathomable
Why scores of folks would careen in unsteady coaches
The full length of the Catskill Turnpike,
With its questionable lodging and uneven roadworthiness,
Or patiently suffer the mosquito-laden flatboats of Clinton’s Ditch
All to spend the cash equivalent of two trips to the county fair
To see a perfectly good hootchie-kootchie show
Simply to gawk at an unevenly carved rock of questionable authenticity,
But that explained quite simply,
As the public always gets what the public wants.
Aug 3, 2018
Aug 3, 2018 at 4:03 PM UTC
religion in the world is the price of pure evil;
cat beings & wives, feeling Father's gold is for me
to talk with careful preparation, the side of the open,
In the beginning of the yellow, clearly
This work was taken from the back of the stars
with the kid; toss, with it in pieces,
female convulsions; Find the edge of smoking
it's potential on the bed, you need to blow the game,
It asks for privacy led by his own words
the fame of the guys, & everyone who is in evil,
but the guy with a dog, Father's wife, who is a kid
at 51; Be it known unto the door, I will find the images,
the star in the industry & the skin beauties; in the borders,
give him a drink of albino;
& the wild beast, the beast that was itself
bad, & cold & red ocher to paint the gay
Barbie is the use of the rock, lady, to stay a little:
The Most High He had already gone
be infected mothers in the Russian, this process has,
in the six years that I write unto you,
Gallus, the water turned brown & not to swim in,
the window with this person; he heard addressing
hath cleaved to the choir; an intimate friend of the mouth,
but to take up arms & his ancestors the blind sleep,
& the young lady, the name by which the cerebrum
is well known, for society & for the beasts of the yolk is;
Barbie has a cold feeling of the hour, make use of the paint;
There stood a man child on the tree,
Stone is currently carrying out the execution O
A vocation always marks, in the republic, is a young,
already stained with Russia, & the many mothers
eat deep yellow & the smell of smoke;
the origin, the secrecy of yours; the floor or running
in the jar for six years, the world has left us, that in me,
I shall not write & the very dark to the windows,
at the feet of the water, however,
Full of weapons & it can be heard that at the friend of his lips,
But the Gauls most of all, so that was a walk out
of the societies of the;
There is also a dream, that is, a blind,
as we have seen, that there can be a revolution of the
modern girl, called yellow brain smoking,
Pouring whiskey to the game that belongs to society;
brine hard way, the guys did not want to listen to the needs of a dog;
& itching, leading to Lawrence's history of *******
The father thought in Pictures
Sep 10, 2018
Sep 10, 2018 at 5:01 AM UTC
By twist and ties from ages past,
We are but Union bound
Ruled from afar by silver spoons,
'til hope and freedom found,
A fire in the belly of daughters and sons
Made a home in faces awash in blue,
With roaring thunder in voices loud, proclaim;
A Scot! Proud, free, canny and true.
Past leaders, past has-beens, past moguls and crooks,
The passion spreads, face to face,
Tangible static in the Square tonight,
The cone standing tall in it's place.
The fire of the people out in the streets,
Casting eyes to freedom's distant shores,
Their message clear and printed in bold,
With every paper passed through street-lit doors.
'Saor Alba! 'Alba gu Bràth!'
The spirit of Scotia is free.
'Bairns not Bombs!' 'Seize it with both hands!', they cry,
This Aye vote is for you, and for me.
With faith, with courage, with braw, gallus grace,
This word will nae weesht, but spread,
Not if but when, not now but again,
Independence is ne'er 'put to bed'.
Oct 14, 2014
Oct 14, 2014 at 7:35 PM UTC
Gallus Gallus Domesticus
Uncourageous Uncourageous Coward-"icus"
These are the people we believe to possess high ideals.
So elite and luxurious,
so stainless and luscious.
All dressed in designers
with adorners.
Boundless extravagance
inspite our disacceptance,
yet in the face of danger
they would be the first to disappear.
But then, who are we to judge others
when we would equally do the same.
Out here,
in this place,
Its everyman or woman
for himself or herself.
Its you and i, all by ourself.
Mar 15, 2014
Mar 15, 2014 at 4:46 AM UTC
A is for Arne whose throat was impaled
B is for Barnaby, killed with a spell
C is for Caroline who was stuck in a mine
D is for Daffy, sliced into lines
E is for Enid who was locked in an armoire
F is for Flynn, eaten by a gargantuar
G is for Gallus who was thrown in the winter
H is for Hilde, died of an infected splinter
I is for Ingrid who ate a sack of bearings
J is for Jona whose attitude was daring
K is for Kleinn who stepped on a shard
L is for Lars whose intestines were barred
M is for Max who flew alone to the moon
N is for Nelkir whose execution was coming soon
O is for Oliver whose body was twisted to death
P is for Plinny, burned by a fire breath
Q is for Qiara who died of a nightmare
R is for Ralph, committed suicide in despair
S is for Stefan who was lost in a maze
T is for Torlief whose blood was traced
U is for Ulfric who was burned at the stake
V is for Vera, swallowed by a snake
W is for Walter who ate himself
X is for Xenya, cursed by an elf
Y is for Ysagmor who was buried alive
Z is for Zach who failed to survive
Jan 5, 2018
Jan 5, 2018 at 1:28 PM UTC
We bought a *** toy the other day
so my lover, and I, could play
had no directions, or instructions
it didn't show, or lead, the way
We tried it on our skin
perplexed, we oiled it well
and slid it on, and in
My lover, fell in love with it
leaving me, nothing to say
with toy, she had no need, of me
that's why, she went away
Oct 10, 2017
Oct 10, 2017 at 9:25 AM UTC