thehighlanderspoems

Commenter's, I Thank You

Now where does this Highlander start
To thank those commenter's, present and past
So many read and absorbed
Their kindness to me always lasts

Dr.Ram and Carol Brown
My African Queen 'Miss Wilma Neel's
Michael from New York City
Whose comments I internally feel

There's Andrea, the Utah babe
And Carolyn, from Florida State
Their writing I so enjoy
For their words reverberate

John Loving is such a wonderful guy
There's Sara and Doris too
Deb Radke and Sharon Ruebel our newbies
Made welcome to our literal zoo

P.D. Skat and Constance
Barbara, Iolanda and June
Francine from lovely Nanaimo
Many thanks to all of you

To Ruben, Celene and Raul
Your past writes have helped me grow
Along with so many others
You have helped my words to flow

Blimey! I better not miss out the Brits
Sarah, Brian, Sharon and June
And Anna Marie, away down in Wales
I have read in my front room

Many dudes I also have to thank
Harry Horsman the Geordie boy
The two Roberts, Dufresne and Hinshaw
Whose writings bring so much joy

There's also the bard called Peranteau
Billy the Kidster, Cecil as well
HG, Catie Lindsey and James Goff
Who marshalls his words real swell

And lastly there's the thousands of others
This character has ran out of space
Keep the ink in you pen gently flowing
Your names to me is your face

Golly! this is turning into a story
And many told by the above writing troops
As I marvel at your writing ingredients
Keep writing for this wonderful Soup 


I Want to Know What Love Is

I heard the song and wanted to know what love is, so I turned to James
The Soup's king of romance knows it means more than just flirtatious games

Dedication absorbed with love, for to feel it for the very first time
The unification of two must gel like words in a poetry rhyme

This, James told me, and we explored the meaning much further
Many types of love, including a child and father

Family life is important, reciprocation leads the way
Whether blood, fostered or taken on, it's loves bond that says

We see an elderly couple walking hand-in-hand
This is but one type of love that many years withstands

For so many fall by the wayside, taking different forks on life's roads
Where a previously blossomed love has journeyed into destructs corrode

The deep affection felt for those whom we call our friends
Nestles deep within our hearts, a bond that never ends

This we must truly cherish in a world going from day to day
It does not matter where we come from, we are part of earths bouquet

Love knows no bounds and is shared with all humanity
One that respects each race and religion’s dignity


A Cowboy Is

The movements of others to far away lands
Drifted into American folklore, within histories hands

Fur trappers they started many centuries ago
In a country to become as the years truly flowed

Centennial by centennial, amidst wars between they
Slowly they emerged into cattle driven play

The vast expanses of prairies so green
Lured Barons of the beast to their riches they always dreamed

Herds in vast amounts recreating the Bison's exist
Where they eventually replaced in numbers, in numerous consist

The eventuality of the Iron Horse, opened these lands up even more
Sheridan, White Oaks even Tombstone, led to street filled open sores

The James Gang and William Bonney, are two that history has shown
No care for what they declared that the Wild West was their throne

The sad thing about the cowboy era, is in the scenery that was left behind
On many a prairie from their past, where greed has left them so blind

We have the opportunity to look back and rewind, for hindsight allows us to do
So many were never ever heroes, just what do we find in them so true

Just for a moment to the future, whilst countries in our time have been invaded
They are the modern Indigenous, like the past, the cowboys left degraded

The above are written from my heart, if you know me you will know me to be true
For if I was born to the Indigenous, to your ancestors, I'd stand in front of you


Canadian Chris

There's a guy on the Soup called Chris
Captain Hook or Peter Pan is his wish
Boy his Blogs are so good
By this Canadian dude
His information sure is the Biz
 

In the Onion Bag 

Foot ball

Scored goal


My Life at Fourteen

I'm just fourteen years old, and a father I'll be
Around Christmas time, what a present for me
The excitment of puberty has now taken it's toll
I sit here lost in thoughts, a worried young soul

Responsibilities I now face to the challenges of life
Do I stand by my girlfriend, do I make her my wife
What if I can't cope, shunned by family and friends
To become another statistic, modern societies trend

I find myself very fortunate, I'm surrounded by kin
Whom their patience has been a blessing as I take it all in
My friends have rallied round, their support has been strong
It's having people like them, I'm fortunate to belong

December has come and gone, my daughters getting married
As I look back to fourteen and the trials that I carried
Many thoughts I had to ponder as I look back at my young life
The young girl whom bore my daughter, many years has been my wife



* Three-quarters of a million teens between 15 and 19 become pregnant each year in the USA *




For Gwendolen's *~* Mom, I'M PREGNANT! contest *~*


Pink Joy in Dedication to Ezzelle

Many congrats to Royal Trevino
And to Ezzelle, her new born bambino
She'll be so bonnie in pink
One day she'll make the boys wink
I toast with a Chardonnay vino


My Table of Three plus Me

A poetry convention is a wow
Our writes we endeavour to plough
We'll meet so many friends
To enhance writing trends
Our strengths are as thick as the bough

To my table I have decided to seat
Three ladies whom I'd so love to meet
They are favourites of mine
And they will be for some time
Their poetry to read is my treat

The first lady to seat is a gem
Her novels just shine from her pen
She's a New Jersey girl
Who makes my heart twirl
Her poetry flows 'tres bien'

The second lady to sit at my table
If given the chance, I'd surely enable
She's Maltese, she's Celene
A Mediterranean Queen
Her name would be beautifully labelled

The third lady who I now show to her chair
Her writing just makes me openly stare
It's oozes life's desire
It makes me aspire
Table Top Mountain, I wish I was there

ROCK ~ PAPER ~ SCISSORS 

The scissors are beaten by the rock
Man made steel has been left in shock
Now the rock has been beat
By a flimsy light sheet
The winning paper is where our words talk


Thanks Hanks
Golly, where do I start when there are so many of them
Some B-Movie actors but so many are gem

The third movie he starred in was with Hannah in Splash
A mermaid so cute, boy her squeals made me laugh

The next one that secured me to liken this dude
Was in Dragnet as Pep Streebeck, his acting so good

Turner and Hooch to A League of Their Own
You can tell by his acting that this actor has grown

Then came the classics that brought him to the fore
Sleepless in Seattle and Forrest Gump, Toy Story so adored

Catch Me If You Can,  The Terminal and The Da Vinci Code
Oscars were sure to follow, to the podium he proudly strode

The guy I have chosen, is the fabulous Tom Hanks
In his role Saving Private Ryan, I say a warm-felt thanks 


Angels Among Us

in line they marched proud
and in death, they remain so
on it's marble stance
proof, angels are among us
a beauty of nature shows


Slick Limerick

The Highlander known as James Fraser
In his day he was called the eraser
When he played eight ball
Many an opponent did fall
If only they gave out a green blazer


I know of a Blondie Ruebel

I know of a blondie Ruebel
Oh my! she sure is a girl
Her golden locks are a lure
With a heart so pure
That many guys are left in a twirl

She radiates that others never knew
It emits in aerial threw
With a smile that delights
Morning, noon and night
Knowing her, I grew and grew

I know of a blondie Ruebel
She's Sharon, and yep! she's all girl
Fantastic she is
Knowing her is bliss
Thank you for being in my world

 

If You Know What I Mean

I had this crazy dream
It's the one that keeps you interested
If your me, you'll know what I mean
To ignore your self resisted

So deep in slumber I went
On this night of required sleep
It's the snooze we always dream of
Into dreams of abyss deep

Through pages of looming clouds
As they fluttered in dreamy breeze
Many words I could see in my reach
Like winter leaves, on crying trees

Enticing in dream like flow
My two eyes can't be everywhere
I'm like a Rabbit caught in dreams headlights
In slow motion action I stare

Scattered yesterdays are all around
When I grasp they crumble to dust
Past words in anagram free
My steel beams now reduced to rust

In drift I try to imagine
Day to day life without the soup
It's a sentence I Just can't comprehend
Once tall and proud, I'm painful in daily stoop