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Let me take you down

Let me take you down

‘cause I’m going too

a land where strawberries

are sometimes blue.

Bare-foot, right hand

no backward glance

Scuttling the surface

on pillars of sand

Marching to the beat

providing sustenance

the people eat and bow

to kiss their feet

Signposts to deception,

revolution and reflection

Banded together

in an art collection

Buried truth

or a shroud of lies?

The dreamer awake

and the singer who died.

Looks like some wishes really do come true.

I wrote this poem on Burns Day 2015 so it was a real delight for me to see that a concert was planned for Gleniffer Braes tomorrow afternoon as part of this years Doors Open Day. I found it amusing that the PDE also used one of my favourite films as inspiration for their title.  Hope the sun shines down on the wild mountain thyme and everyone has a bloomin’ sweet time.

PDE The Hills are Alive

We’ve had orchards for public consumption and people singing in the streets. the snail case, saints, socialist’s and some really horrendous history. We’ve had patterns, poets, philanthropists and our fair share of mystery. We’ve had tragedy and triumphs and starting again, we’ve had dark days that feel, like they’ll never end. We lift up our heads and we keep stumbling on, no longer are Gleniffer Braes filled with our songs. Our voices are muffled and the tune’s hard to hear, maybe that’s why we’re not filled with more cheer. The resonance changes as we come together in song, so let’s do it again before very long. A summer festival, just like the old days, a chorus of voices from Glennifer Braes. Songs of freedom and tales never told, a coming together of the young and the old. Our hearts lifted as our voice joins in unity, we go back into town as a community.

Original post – https://ponderingsfrompaisley.wordpress.com/2015/01/26/the-hills-were-alive-with-the-sound-of-music-part-2/

Inspired by – https://ponderingsfrompaisley.wordpress.com/2015/01/25/the-hills-were-alive-with-the-sound-of-music/

Forever Yew

 

Forever Yew

The Craigends Yew by Rashelle Reid

Yew

tree, layering,

enticing; the curious,

the seeker to contemplate,

signs, rebirth is always occurring

and that even decay can herald

the birth of new life.

As the cycle continues

and the circle

remains unbroken

forever.

 

Forever Yew

The Craigends Yew by Rashelle Reid


 

https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Craigends_Yew

 

A Reclaimed Destiny

‘Passing Time’ poetry across the station platforms of Renfrewshire.

I’m so delighted to be part of this exhibition co-ordinated by Renfrewshire Mental Health Arts Festival bringing poetry to platforms around Renfrewshire.  It’s great to be featured alongside other Scottish poets including some of my personal favourites Shaun Moore, Graham Fulton and Stephen Watt

I’ll add more pics soon, in the meantime congratulations and thank you to all those who took part.  For more information on this project and on Renfrewshire Mental Health Film Festival click here,

 

https://www.facebook.com/Renfrewshire-Mental-Health-Arts-Festival-143256972423135/

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An orange-man and a tangerine woman were walking by the Clyde, they weren’t holding hands just strolling side by side. Softened for the camera May looked into his eyes whispering, “I love our special relationship as much as I love telling lies.”

“We’ll keep your Trident missiles right here upon our shore, and when you want new ones just say and I’ll make more, don’t even worry about the money, I’ll just take it from the poor.”

The orange-man began to trumpet so excited was he, “Oh my darling woman, just you wait and see. I have a wonderful idea that I must get off my chest. We can kill even more off by privatising your NHS.

Trembling with excitement May took him by the hand “Oh my darling Donald, I knew you’d understand”

He grabbed her by the pussy, like he promised some time ago. He knew he didn’t have to worry about her saying no.  Soon they were naked and writhing on the floor and the only sound that could be heard for miles was a tangerine woman screaming more.

“Shoot your load, shoot your load just like the soldiers on my streets and then let’s get back to work and prepare their final defeat. From chaos will come order, just as we’d planned all along, a one world government to sing the song of songs.

Spent he snuggled up beside her, dreaming of all that was still to be, him the King of the new world with his tangerine queen on his knee.

As he drifted off to sleep with a smile upon his lips. She stood over him cackling with her hands upon her hips. “You really think so darling, that I’ll just be your little toy when all you do is throw tantrums just like a little boy. I’ll be queen of the new world, a Goddess in red, white and blue, now all I’ve got to do is finish disposing of you.”

Her tangerine suit now back on, she slipped her hand into her pocket, it was time to get rid of this bright, orange, fecking rocket. The keys of the palace twinkled in her hand, oh my dear Donald I’m sure you’d understand. She opened up her keyring the little Swiss army knife, how could he ever think that she would be his wife. She slit his throat knowing the body would be easy to hide, she didn’t need to dig a hole she just dumped him in the Clyde.

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http://selloff.org.uk/

Only some will hear the shofar shout

its echoes trumpet across the land

In towns and cities

people alarmed,

on Highland summits

where sheep are now farmed.

Heaven’s mountain overlooks it all

wondering if they’ll heed the call.

The discordant drumming

shakes those still sleeping

As angels wipe away

tears from the weeping

a million footsteps

can be heard if you listen

a million teardrops

of mourning glisten

the prayers of the past

and the future merge

as all paths

into one converge

a nation rises

that was born long ago

a people’s chorus

of songs new and old

an ancient race

towards the finishing line

of all the battles

raged throughout time

the warriors, the heroes

the heroines too

no longer will be shrouded

in red, white and blue

suffering on the cross

for the salvation of all

we’ll set them free

when we answer the call

the call of the needy,

the screams of the poor

the pleas of those

who can’t take any more.

It’s our future too

and I won’t be gagged

on the thorns of the rose

I won’t be snagged

Hung, drawn and quartered

our bodies displayed

to quell down rebellion

in the hopes we will stay

chained like the unicorn

our mythical beast

instead of walking forward

into freedom’s feast.

I Am Rising

I am rising like the sun at the break of day.
I am rising and I no longer care what you say
I am rising like the phoenix from the dancing flame
I am rising and things will never be the same again
I am rising like a tidal wave, rushing towards the shore
I am rising as my pick myself up off the bathroom floor
I am rising as I finally learn to use my voice
I am rising as you’ve left me no other choice
I am rising for myself and all the others I see
I am rising for those who can’t
I am rising for those who won’t
I am rising for those who do
I am rising for those who don’t
I am rising
I am rising
I am rising

 

Now isn’t this a paradox?

It’s time to go nuclear about nuclear!!

it’s unclear why we’ve never went nuclear about nuclear before!

But if you’re now clear you want to clear the nuclear

from our door-step on the Clyde

there has never been a clearer time

to make it clear how you feel

about this un-clear issue than now.

Billions are about to be invested

in what is known not to be the deterrent

it is claimed to be,

billions that are going to cost many,

many lives of people just like us,

maybe even some of us

as the austerity measures are increased

and the battle on the poorest in the country continues.

Please do not let it continue

go nuclear now

and clear the way

to a nuclear free world

 

go-nuclear

 

When nothing is quite what it seems
and the nightmares are more real than dreams
when the signposts are clear
but obscured by our fears
emotion blinds logic
repetition’s hypnotic
stories unfold
by what we’re told
over and over again
weary and drained
look here, watch this
headlines lead to the abyss
pathways of terror
by programmed pall bearers
carrying coffins of doom
truth has no room
in this hotel of darkness
in a world filed with starkness
don’t question the insanity,
where the fuck is your humanity?
accept what you’re told
don’t dare be so bold
to think for yourself
go directly to hell
do not pass go
do not collect two hundred
don’t stop
don’t wonder
never analyse
never ponder
take a chance
I double dare you
hurry now
before they snare you
When nothing is quite what it seems
and the nightmares are more real than dreams

I birthed the future

carried constellations within

elemental entities

of fire and air

both masculine and feminine

the sun and the wind

stars made of sunshine

light beams of dreams

burning it down

and soaring above

reborn from the ashes

devoted in love

I birthed the future

With new horizons to explore

On the cusp of adventure

Awaits many new shores

Four new worlds

creating,

colliding

Intersecting,

expanding

together

yet apart

Sharing one universe

And always my heart

I birthed the future

Under the sun and the moon

Touching heaven

While still here on Earth

I am the life bringer

The deliverer of lions

And the breath of life

The mother of miracles,

Laboured in love

To bring forth

The scales of justice

Weighed in from above

I birthed the future

Carried constellations within

I birthed the future.

 

O.D.

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