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Halle BoppeIt blew and it blew.

I was stood legs apart,

my eyes closed (but it wasn’t dark)

The whistling wind, slamming, engulfing my body

Below this cliff the swell,

it’s fine spray finding my bared pours

My nose deciphers heath from ocean

Two hundred feet above

No longer a pillar,

a scarecrow stance enhanced this dance

Reversing a blink reveals more than the moon,

fully exposed on this nocturnal adventure

Crescendos constantly eroding

Glitter from a galaxy awakening,

teasing in dreamland.

Solitude, visions and aspirations

Serotonin spewing silently in here

drowning the fear,

raising omniscient devils

Divine pretensions bury indoctrinated conventions

This is God

as timeless as the stars.

I see the comet returning to the Oort

out of sight but never my mind.

Stonehenge pillars, upright and complete

marked this tail of the century

That graced this lifetime with it’s aura

Flying through Taurus and Borealis

now vibrant on the horizon

Plasma collisions from life’s light

star of our solar sphere home

First written on 23rd August 2005, exactly 700 years to the day that one of the greatest freedom fighters in history was agonizingly murdered in London for his leadership over his fellow countrymen at Stirling, Scotland. This led an excellent defeat over the English army on 11th September 1297.

Although I do not believe for a minute that we the Scots are any better than anybody else on this planet, I make a reference to the ´chosen peoples´ of God by the history that has come well before me. This includes the stone of destiny. The stone is the pillow of Jacob’s ladder fame which Jewish people’s also claim as being in their history.

The innovators mentioned throughout history have been Scots by birth or descent. For such a small nation we’ve produced more than a few great human beings per head of capita, but this was more the result of Edinburgh’s tight geography and the great men of genius that lived in Edinburgh between 1775 and 1850, from which the Scottish enlightenment emerged.

With less than a month to go until we decide how we want Scotland to be governed I feel that this piece needs to be published in Scots.

The role of the past as the seed of the present

The role of the past as the seed of the present

Will There E´er Be Another?

Messiah fir yer cause

Celebrates today’s applause

For the pain ye defied

First hung til ye nearly died

Drawn slowly til ye tore

Then yer anatomy was

cooked in front of yer ain eyes

Posted and impaled aroond the land

Ti halt usurpers against England

Because ye f****d thum good

ye f****d thum braw

And was it not the son

o’ child murderin

Richard the third

That once quoted

”A man does himself good business

when he rids himself of a turd”

That turd being the land we strive

again ti hae independently recognized

They ca´ us British and share oor prize

That deep doon in the heart

O´ oor wee nation

(and our North Sea)

Is a pride so great

So f*****g terrific

We spit on the slaughter

o´ oor forefathers,

oor unborn bairns

Who died slowly an horrific

Well before Longshanks tried ti huv us

Before Athalstane ford’s saltire

or Viking warning thistles

Gie us signs o´ truth

That as God´s chosen

We’re the livin proof

Just pick up a phone ti Mr Bell

Get KO’d by Simpson

Dinnae forget ti penicillin Flemming

An’ a’ the others as well

Frae Smith ti Hume

Watt ti Higgs

Even the black heided cheviot’s doom

An´ Dolly’s mair recent eugenics boom

Nation’s are forged in the heart

An you, Braveheart

Gie us inspiration ti start

healing emancipation´s daggers

Gie us mair than just a bonnie swagger

When ye believed ye’d win Stirling´s pagger

Gave Longshanks anything but heaven

When ye battered his posse on 11/9/1297

There is nae difference ti what ye stood for

Freedom fray oppressors

The right tae our ain identity

Ye lived in the heart ye left behind

for us, one and a’ Scots and Scottish

Long live William Wallace

 

 

 

George

And his mamma cried…:P

I tapped cautiously my finger. You scurried that way, only you can do. Upside down on the bathroom ceiling, making me remember your intricacies. All woven in nature’s genial design of air expelling hairs on your feet that allow you traction anywhere.

Macro camera focus on your reptilian armour. Smooth scales but gossamer thin, skeletal, bare.

You’re tragically wasting away. Starving by the looks of the plastic lid bulging painfully in your thorax. Mistaken lunch, or supper perhaps?

I pity I could not help you, or it out.

And those eyes; unique exoplanets and exotic in their own right. Hazel opals with a blunt logo of your former self.  I can see that in your deathly iris.  Inside, infinitely black, endless, yet calm. Perhaps where you departed so easily to, and surprising…no…shocking me.

Or was it I you?

By falling with your half grown new tail. First, onto my lens. Then, I studied your featherweight in my palm. Intrigued and inspiring me to interpret you with this poem come epitaph. When perhaps your days doing your duty were more deserving of a psalm.

You were always going in to the light. In this life for bugs and now perhaps immortality…that makes me smile a bit. Thinking of you in that heavenly place where all the ghosts of your victims await you to devour them all over again.

Time’s measure, the clock
Pulses along, never to stop
Be it nano-seconds,eons
Or crumbling rock
Only Black holes
(Allegedly)
Can store its tock
Clip its wings,
Freeze its flock

Brig Portrait
I am no cosmogonist for suggesting
That the end and the beginning
Are one and the same
Winter opposes summer
Death, life and so forth
On a perpetual journey
Of violence, rest
Love, hate
Science fact
Metaphoric beliefs
Everything shares one common truth
The unzipping of creation
The four bases
Adenine pairs with Thymine
Guanine pairs with Cytosine
All split open
Then reborn in puzzling sequences
Ribo and Deoxy Nucleic Acids
Forged from a star collapsing
On the edge of our solar system
Gravitating, tugging, pulling, spinning,
BOOM!
Just like the other BIG-inning
Circa 14 billion years earlier
But before that
The quiet, stillness, nothing
How do we know?
After…
The present
The future
The past
Alpha and omega,
First and the last

Hello  and many thanks to my new readers and followers. I’ve also been very impressed by those of you who do take time to read my work.

Depending on what rocks your boat, you can never really get bored with the sky at night and with today’s new technologies in telescopes (in space) we really are on the verge of seeing the marvels of things that were just too far away to learn about in the past. What’s actually visible inspires and spaceweather, such as borealis, noctilucent clouds and the frequent meteor showers we can see – given the weather is with us – are worth piling on the layers and getting out there to witness. I do or I’ve just been out there camping, fishing, even hungry and homeless on a couple of occasions, but I can’t say I’ve ever found them anything short of inspiring. I also like to pass time by counting meteorites against satellites or I join the dots and think about the size of those Goliaths like Sirius, Betelgeuse, Acturus.

Also, for those of you who enjoy things celestial, there is a fantastic resource here (https://www.zooniverse.org) that are always looking for help identifying blobs in space and other stuff.

My last poem about the aurora borealis (Lambent Scent) was well received and I forgot that I had written a few more about their brilliance. Here is another…Borealis

Borealis Bliss

As if looking at the sunshine

From ten metres under an unpolluted ocean

(If one exists that is)

A wave, here and there

Carries the shaft of that sunlight

For a split second

Rolls it in a long dancing ripple

Where it meets a rip tide

And frantically disperses

Its colours, they are better than fine

They are in comparison to St Elmo’s fire

Occasionally dusted with violets, crimsons

But nearly always nuances of electric green

They differ too,

Take tonight; a corona

Not a school of celestial sardines

Fleeing imaginary porpoise

Or a well seasoned wood

Being devoured by flame

I learned through the Internet

There are seven different orchestras

Each a random, inviolable masterpiece

Of stardust and magnetic collisions of

Ionosphere’s molecules and Van Allen Zone

They amaze my brain each time

No matter how faint

With wonder and brilliance

And enough inspiration

To drag my tired self indoors

Pick up a pencil

And shutter my thoughts of them

I have a small collection of my astronomy poetry ‘What IS The Stars’ that I’ll make available for a free download in the next months. Reading about e-publishing is one thing, but the actual formatting and doing it is taking a bit longer than I anticipated. Advice of you who have been there already is welcome.

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