I think it is time we produced an anthology of orger poetry! Many thanks to all who are busy writing and producing some great stuff; well done!
Have been writing poetry since I was about 12 yrs old..being Kernewek/Cornish tae ye sawsenaks= sassenachs, I can only conclude as has Professor Sykes that it is someting in the genes ..not done a DNA test but suspect from the genealogy that I have researched that I am more Celt that anything else.
Celts are close to the ground and the rule of 3 in paramount in our lives. we have a dark side but also find joy in the everyday things that make life so special.
Praise indeed gleber2..I am searching for a poem I wrote some time ago and when I find it I will throw down the gauntlet!
I think it is time we produced an anthology of orger poetry! Many thanks to all who are busy writing and producing some great stuff; well done!
I quite agree Ann - http://forum.caithness.org/showthread.php?t=13439
But, I'm not sure we have a really well-balanced stock yet. It is something that needs to be worked towards.
As a certain season approaches (the 'C' word), it might have been nice to produce something with that as a central theme, but perhaps it might be too 'controversial' a topic in these PC days?
"A family tree can wither if nobody tends it's roots"
Lizz a wee point Caithness is not a Sassenach County it is more Viking than Saxon
DSL - SND1 SASSENACH, adj., n. Also Sassanoch, -enagh, Sasennach, -unnach; the form in the 1706 quot. represents the Gael.pl. Sasunnaich. English, English-speaking, formerly also applied to the Lowlanders of Scotland; as a n., an Englishman or -woman. The word was orig. put in the mouths only of Highlanders but is now in somewhat jocular use throughout Scotland. [ˈsɑsənəx]
*Sc. 1706 Letters from E.C. to E.W. Concerning the Union 6:
We call them Sassanich, in Latin Saxi or Saxoni.
Not even a Teuchter county lol
DSL - SND1 TEUCHTER, n. A term of disparagement or contempt used in Central Scotland for a Highlander, esp. one speaking Gaelic, or anyone from the North, an uncouth, countrified person (Cai., e. and wm.Sc. 1972), jocularly also applied to animals. Also attrib. [ˈtjuxtər]
*Edb. 1940 R. Garioch 17 Poems for 6d. 13:
Thir a glaikit pair o Teuchters, an as Heilant as a peat.
I like this description
Once the original Grumpy Owld Man but alas no more
"A family tree can wither if nobody tends it's roots"
Thanks for the lesson golach but you missed the point!
I was merely using the word for non gaelic speakers in my native language and indicated that the equivalent would be the word sassenach, your posting would confirm that.
I did not put any other inference to it.
On Love.
When poets write of love, what do they mean,
This one small word can mean a million things,
From unrequited love to wedding rings,
So many different states that lie between
To some the tree of life is evergreen,
The hearts of some who love forever sing,
And revel in the hope that true love brings,
Together, hand in hand, to live love's dream.
For some the path is dark and leads to pain,
Exquisite pain forever to be bourne,
And in that hurt there's nothing left to gain,
And he or she, once loved, becomes love's bane,
The line twixt love and hate forever torn,
And no-one, in the end, can take the blame.
In the image of God? You must be joking!
Where have all the sonnet writers gone?
In the image of God? You must be joking!
I haven't had time to work on another attempt yet, Gleber2. Might still come up with one eventually, though!
I am living for today, always remembering yesterday, and looking forward to tomorrow!
No ceiling here; the pure high air is sweet,
Glide silently through clouds without a sigh,
A voice that cries and wings that fiercely beat,
You cannot hope to know until you try,
Vanish in rising wind, all sorrows past,
Never give in to fate; don't compromise,
Better to flee your home than be outcast,
The life before you is your paradise,
Rise from your bed, worn body, and frayed skin,
The crumbs of love locked in a gilded cage,
Now leave behind a life that's closing in,
The crumbs of love locked in a gilded cage,
Far over misty mountain peaks snow-white,
On swift storm winds soar jubilant in flight.
Excellent in all respects but one. In the second quatrain the metre is reversed with the accent falling on "van" in "vanish".The other ten lines start with an unaccented syllable. Most promising!!!!
In the image of God? You must be joking!
Today is one of my two days off work, so I've managed to find time to attempt another sonnet. I've probably still not got it quite right, but nothing ventured, nothing gained!!
Autumn days are here again, winds do blow
And leaves now fall from trees to waiting ground
Dried up, crisp feel, crunching, crackling below
Footsteps abound, imparting rustling sound.
Days are shorter, nights are longer once more
Fireside warming, welcoming flames of heat
Cosy are we, away from draught of door
Sipping warm drink, curled up in fav'rite seat.
Children guising, begging from door to door
Singing, rhyming, hoping for sweets or fruit
Dressed up ghostly, monsters, goblins and more
Gleeful, tireless, toting their treasured loot.
Soon autumn's days will give way to white snow
Winter's cool magic, and tree lights aglow!
I am living for today, always remembering yesterday, and looking forward to tomorrow!
On Society's Ills
As we grow up from children and are taught,
The rights and wrongs of life that we decide,
Our parents are the guides of our free thought,
And help us to steer well through this rough ride.
But as we grow to adults who will then,
Be there to show us how to make them proud?
In this dark world on whom will we depend?
To light the way to freedom from the shroud.
Success does not arrive on others wings,
And freedom lives up high above all pain,
If we’re to climb the mountain to these things,
Then lines we set and never cross again.
But whose lines do we choose to set in stone?
Is it the morals of this world alone?
You get what you give
Absolutely superb!!! Thank you.
In the image of God? You must be joking!
And thankyou from me too, Saveman! Your sonnet is brilliant!![]()
I am living for today, always remembering yesterday, and looking forward to tomorrow!
You are both very welcome. Thank you for your kind comments.
I'd like to see more of your work Sporran and Gleber2......and anyone else who wants to join in.....
You get what you give
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