"yis" 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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The shale abounds above the pounding waves with perfect snapshots of a lost, impossible world Images beyond the skill of sculptors, ridged, spined and rippled frozen in rock, of rock - who could have guessed how long the armour would protect? And yet - trilobites who ruled the shallows when dinosaurs were but a glint in Pachamama's eye, are dead, gone, passed over in the battle for existence. While in the boiling surf below, the jellyfish who still blithely ride the tides insolently call: "Good luck wi thae shells, boys - "Bet yis'll be safe wi thaim!" and disappear in a bubble of translucent laughter.

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Mar 6, 2011

Mar 6, 2011 at 10:30 AM UTC

alan-mcclure

Permian Life Lessons

The shale abounds above the pounding waves with perfect snapshots of a lost, impossible world Images beyond the skill of sculptors, ridged, spined and rippled frozen in rock, of rock - who could have guessed how long the armour would protect? And yet - trilobites who ruled the shallows when dinosaurs were but a glint in Pachamama's eye, are dead, gone, passed over in the battle for existence. While in the boiling surf below, the jellyfish who still blithely ride the tides insolently call: "Good luck wi thae shells, boys - "Bet yis'll be safe wi thaim!" and disappear in a bubble of translucent laughter.

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i am living in da hood cuz dats how gangsters shud

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Dec 2, 2013

Dec 2, 2013 at 12:32 PM UTC

ghetto-as-fuck

oh yis

i am living in da hood cuz dats how gangsters shud

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From the East Coast of Ireland to the Lowlands of Scotland, a well-trodden path, Grandma going to Whiteinch Baths, to do the family laundry, And to take my Auntie for a swim, the black and white photos look a bit grim. She mispronounces certain words. When you put your dinner in between some bread, she'd look at you, dead, and say, "If yis waanted sangwhiches, I'd have made yis sangwhiches!" And, "you're very pass-remarkable," I think it means you're quick to comment on others, my Mother's also from Glasgow, and doesn't know why Grandma speaks like that, so this isn't just me being a Sassenach, or a daft English **** 25th of January is Burns Night, serve the neeps, tatties, a glass of fizz, and of course, some Haggis. Some say offal's awful, but I just can't get enough of the stuff. A firm favourite of our clan is a creamy dessert named Cranachan. Topped with berries and a splash of whiskey, you can guarantee a thumbs up from me. The ancient family tartan is red and blue, then there's the family crest too, a knight with a shield under a tree, I think it represents gallantry. I sometimes wish I had a proper Scottish name, like Hamilton, Douglas, or McCain, don't suppose it matters, at least I can understand the patter, (that means joke or language.) A saying about saving your coins, "Mony a mickle macks a muckle," always makes me chuckle. "Does it, aye?" is a very dry reply, used to take the **** and can be easy to miss. When my Mum was younger, the family liked to roam, but when she visits Glasgow, she says it feels like home, her voice even changes when she's on the phone. Sounds English most of the day, then my Auntie calls, and she's on her way, "Haud ye weesht!" when she picks up the phone, that means be quiet, but you wouldn't have known, that isn't her normal speaking tone. Scottish family, some are distant to me, but through my parentage, it's nice to have the heritage.

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May 7, 2020

May 7, 2020 at 3:22 PM UTC

ryan-20

Scottish Family

From the East Coast of Ireland to the Lowlands of Scotland, a well-trodden path, Grandma going to Whiteinch Baths, to do the family laundry, And to take my Auntie for a swim, the black and white photos look a bit grim. She mispronounces certain words. When you put your dinner in between some bread, she'd look at you, dead, and say, "If yis waanted sangwhiches, I'd have made yis sangwhiches!" And, "you're very pass-remarkable," I think it means you're quick to comment on others, my Mother's also from Glasgow, and doesn't know why Grandma speaks like that, so this isn't just me being a Sassenach, or a daft English **** 25th of January is Burns Night, serve the neeps, tatties, a glass of fizz, and of course, some Haggis. Some say offal's awful, but I just can't get enough of the stuff. A firm favourite of our clan is a creamy dessert named Cranachan. Topped with berries and a splash of whiskey, you can guarantee a thumbs up from me. The ancient family tartan is red and blue, then there's the family crest too, a knight with a shield under a tree, I think it represents gallantry. I sometimes wish I had a proper Scottish name, like Hamilton, Douglas, or McCain, don't suppose it matters, at least I can understand the patter, (that means joke or language.) A saying about saving your coins, "Mony a mickle macks a muckle," always makes me chuckle. "Does it, aye?" is a very dry reply, used to take the **** and can be easy to miss. When my Mum was younger, the family liked to roam, but when she visits Glasgow, she says it feels like home, her voice even changes when she's on the phone. Sounds English most of the day, then my Auntie calls, and she's on her way, "Haud ye weesht!" when she picks up the phone, that means be quiet, but you wouldn't have known, that isn't her normal speaking tone. Scottish family, some are distant to me, but through my parentage, it's nice to have the heritage.

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