thehighlanderspoems

All my poems can also be read on the above awesome website http://www.poetrysoup.com

If you decide to visit the above website, below are some of the amazing poets who grace this great community.

Carolyn Devonshire     Robin L Cass      Ruben Ortellao     Raul Moreno     Sara Kendrick

Katherine Stella     Charmaine Chirop     James Marshall Goff     Dane Ann Smith-Johnsen

Daver Austin     Carol Brown     Yoni Dvorkis     Jim Fish     John Freeman     Melody Pace

Elaine George     Janette Fisher     Donna Golden     Barbara Gorelick     Izzy Gumbo

Deborah Guzzi     Deborah Herber     James Perantaeu     Rhonda Hero     Sean Kelly

Michael Jordan     Christopher Higgins     Joyce Johnson     Constance La France

Nathan Leccesse    Abe Lopez     Sue Mason     Laura MacKenzie     Karen O' Leary 

Kristin Reynolds     Kristy De La Keur     Aleera De La Keur     Illyanna De La Keur

Carrie Richards     Trudy Diane Rider     Iolanda Scripca     Brian Strand     Jim Wilson

Lena Townsend     Sharon Weimer     Krista Kurth     Vince Suzadail Jr     Danielle White

Laurie Ginn     Sara Lokken     Colin Mitchell Williams     HGarvey Daniel Esquire

 

Trudy, Trudy you'll soon be you

Trudy, Trudy
No more tears
Headphones on
Dis-quell those fears
 
Sing your heart out
Sing it strong
Write these lines
Post where you belong
 
So much sadness
In so many writers
Again write your lines
We are poetry's fighters
 
Armed with pen
On computer sheets
On Word applications
I look so neat
 
Trudy Diane Rider
This poem's for you
Trudy, Trudy
You'll soon be you
 
 
Written for a fellow poet Trudy Diane Rider.
 

Peranteau Poet

Peranteau is the guy
Whose words inspire me so
Especially his delightful ones
That make the bloods flow

He never writes a marathon
They really are like sprints
It's the way he uses the words
Which makes the reader's glint

To use fewer words are clever
It shows the writer in he
His passion pulls us in
Always a delight to see

To view his future writes
As a favourite he will scoop
Words written by his pen
Is a blessing for the Soup

 

A few words for a lovely guy whose write's are truly kool.

 

Dane Ann-d her Computer

Oh my Dane
Technology and you
Most unlucky in
Computer zoo

Hard drives crash
Is it driver error
Mums yelling
What be her terror

Floppies flopped
Disc's located
Printers dry
My frustration updated

Saved files
Actually disappearing
Megabytes biting
Desperation nearing

Flat screen
Flickering
Technology and I
Bickering

What in the world
Have I to do
To save my work
On today's computer zoo

For Dane Ann

Broken White Doves

All of my heart and all of my love
I've read so many poems of broken white doves
Situations many, that brought them too write
To watch their partners, walk out of sight
 
Their words i read on the tablets they scribe
Wheels of confusion from their hurting inside
Heartbreak and pain, staining their hearts
Dazed and confused, as why they had to part
 
Words of comfort, from families and friends
Consoling thoughts that help their mend
Pray fully stronger as the days and weeks gain
To trust in another, extinguish the pain
 
The above situations are a fork in their road
Heavy on their hearts, emotional load
Today's today, look to tomorrow
For i hope in your heart, their will be no more sorrow

Written for the ladies on the Soup who have been hurt in one way or another. 

Our Writing

We write to please
As we are pleased to write
Our writing grows from our inner sight

All shapes and forms
Are written down
We grace the page, our writings gown

We write so differently
You and me
Our comments are gracious, for all to see

From all over our globe
On the Soup appear
Nationalities of many, in writing sincere

 

Mrs Carol Brown

Communities have a pillar
Carol is this ones name
Our Poet Laureate
Who demands no fame

This poetess
Called Mrs Brown
Is more like a mother
In Poetry's Soups town

She cradles and welcomes
Us poets anew
To this amazing website
A community so true

She's now back in the fold
Where she loves to be
To read what she can
Of you and thee

So Mrs Carol Brown
For your kind comments and words
The Honor given to you
Undoubtedly deserved

 

Write Pace

How to write so fast
Does it have to be so good
Off course it has to be decent
And certainly not to be rude

The use of decent letter
Makes the poem flow and flow
Then the writes are read
And watch our comments grow

Once our words are read
Our writing gets around
And because were on the Soup
Our poems will soon be found

 

For entry into Matt Caliri's " Write Now " contest.

Written listening to Preacher Man Blues by Gary Moore which is 5.57mins

The time had hit 3.48mins when finished, and i sat back and enjoyed the rest.

 

Natural Curing

The story you read
In the shape of a poem
Its all about life
To continue it growing
 
The recent case
Of Daniel Hauser
To deny him help
Media exposure
 
This 13 year old boy
Saw his aunt the same way
He took his first course
But the course made him sway
 
And his mothers thoughts
Maybe religion will save
And the fear of the thought
Her son no longer the brave
 
Behind the scenes, the Religion Nemenhah
A white mans dream of the " Cloudpiler " Landis man ah!
Where Natural Curing is what they can?
Is this the reason why they ran?
 
My thoughts go back to the way his auntie was
For to continue his treatment, as his bravado thaws
Its the word Chemo and the course it takes
Going through spells of goodness and sickly states
 
How many cases where the parent was ill
Did they make their own choices, to get better at will
Or did a another person decide for them
With their consent, with the write of a pen
 
In natures eyes, as a mother gives birth
It should be in her want, to save her child first
Why she would do this, take her child and run
Is it this Nemenhah cause, that prevents her son?


 
Written to answer my thoughts on the question posed by
                  Katherine Stella on her poem
 
          " Kid Natural ( the Daniel Hauser story ) "
 

Misty,Misty.

Misty Misty
Close your eyes
Go back in time
And visualise

Look around
For all your words
For in your thoughts
They will still be stored 

Once you view
Take note of them
Then from your mind
To your magic pen

This Highlander
Will indeed view
All the writes
Written by you

The very first poem
From those hidden words
When they are written down
It's similar to being heard


" Witten for Misty Hoot "

 

Hunks and Trunks

Bronzed hunk on the beach
Trunks falling, the girls screaming
Oh my, man oh man

 

Written for Katherine Stella

 

To Space he Went

Semaj and his travels in space
Many planets this hero has graced
    He has seen races of sorts 
    Back to earth he reports
Then its back to that dark distant place


My entry into Carolyn's " Space Limerick "

 

Shivering Squirrel (winter of '73) for James Marshall Goff

What am I doing
I'm a squirrel in the cold
I should have listened to my mam
And done what I was told

But not me you see
I wanted to go into town
To look for nuts and goodies
Until a strong wind blew me down 

I fell into a corner
All white with glistening snow
I hurt myself when I fell
I'm now so full of woe

My little eye's were closing
As the cold was making me shiver
Although I have a furry coat
I was starting to shake and quiver

I sensed a shadow approaching
A hand came down to me
He lifted me from the snow
A saviour he will be

He held me in a glove
The warmth came back to me
If he had not looked in the corner
What would they have found of thee

It's now well into spring
My savior's nursed me back
If I was as big as him
I would pat him on the back

If they could see me now
As I dance and run in the tree's
Where the city is just a memory
I'm so happy, alive and free

 

I read the lovely poem called " SAVING SHIVERS! (winter of '73) " by James Marshall Goff
             and i just so wanted to be the squirrel, and this is his reply. 

 

To Be A Winner

Passion and hunger
Spirit flowing through our veins
Breeds many winners

The ultimate play,
Sportsmanship and the joys of
Participation



My entry into Brian's " SPORTS MAD? " contest


Maltese Maiden

This dark haired beauty
Whose romantic words grace us
Our Maltese Maiden 


Spring in the 60's

Flower,

Power.