by Richard Gildea | Sep 17, 2014 | Poetry
Here seated now at table spread, in thrall At words of guest invited to partake Twas met whilst strolling home, as I recall From whence He came; who cares ‘for Heaven’s sake’ “Our Master’s gone and since hath been forlorn” We ventured as excuse for our visage “A...
by Richard Gildea | Sep 17, 2014 | Poetry
If heart doth rule ain heid, shouldst then submit? Embrace the ride whit e’er oor senses say Or else take stock, afore we cause tae split Step back, consider implications;……… weigh All options serve tae complicate known choice Where each somehow...
by Richard Gildea | Sep 17, 2014 | Poetry
Whilst troubled World still gathers dust on shelf Reacting to said factions bent on harm Tho’ muted in response; at odds with self Tis practised form; helps nullify alarm Regrets (we’ve had a few) along the way Procrastinating; heads bowed ‘Neath the sand Each one of...
by Richard Gildea | Sep 16, 2014 | Poetry
Yon ramparts bathed in light o’er Norham (Tweed) Twud set one’s heart aglow, espied through time To sense what Turner saw, hath sowed the seed In countless landscapes; castles past their prime Yet tales to tell exist behind its walls Here once an army by “The Bruce”...
by Richard Gildea | Sep 16, 2014 | Poetry
Majestic in his stance ‘au natural’ Doth roar out loud, to all who browse nearby Should they in turn have thoughts; irrational Inciting of his wrath, in ‘non comply’ Our ‘King of all surveyed’ may bide his time Whilst slowly raising ‘rack’ (of antlers) proud...
