Highlands in the Heart

My heart is in the highlands

The lowlands are gone

My mind is making no bones about it

If my love will not wait

Then I’ll not hesitate

And follow the three kings

Who do not doubt it – do no wrong

Come kisses and runes

Remember your tunes

That play as the bag pipes on stages

And the Loch is not forgotten

By the songs they have begotten

As by Pan who listens throughout the ages

Oh four is the number and the number is six

Who must remember to dance at the jigs

And follow the Pages

Who dance like the sages

And beckon on old ancestor wigs

The caber is tossed

The rope is tugged

And men will be men

In ghost or as rugged

Their faces show lines

Their fathers once wore

As their bodies old sinews

Strong as lions that roar

The place in Glen

Where these favourite men

Pulled hand over hand

Until they won

Echoed with their Heave Ho

The rope tight like a bow

The line that can never be broken

Back through the mists of time

To the devil’s very own crime

These mountains have echoed to fighting

Cain fought Abel

Joseph did his father

Abraham prepared Isaac for the slaughter

But as you walk up Glen Nevis

And shadows leave the skies

The sun sets all men free

In its lighting

Song of the Rocks

 Sat on a boulder

With a sac on my shoulder

Watching the river flow

The air grew colder

And I felt  much older

Remembering my time must go

Let go the past

Like a jet it is fast

And flies by just

So and so

I take out my glass

And look at the lass

Who told me my love

Must be slow

Oh come to the hills

Where the Buzzard shrills

And the birch bark peels its skin

And though time marches on

The last words of its song

Have yet to be fully writ in

With a song on my sleeve

And a one to believe

My heart is free as the crows

Who do all hurry on

In their black and white song

Just as the river that flows

Manna from heaven

The dial tone of eternity, rings on and on
Until God - the operator
Reconnects you
I have run out of money I say
Can I reverse the charges
Sure who are you trying to get through to?
Anyone, Adam, Abraham Cain, Isaac
Jesus?
Jesus doesn't listen
Oh sure he does
No he doesn't he just puts the phone down, I tried him the other Sunday
He has BT call minder, I say my name but he never picks up sometimes
That is very sad, and what about the other prophets?
They are too busy trying to set each other's pants on fire,
Or putting them out.
So what do you want me to do about it?
I don't know just give me some sign, please tell me what I should do now, I need a sign please

Ode to a lightning bolt

Where are you Oh Odin's thunder

With your head up in the clouds

Well isn't it a wonder

Lightning would strike

And you'd be caught under

That bolt from the blue

That has riven this old tree through

And split from its sides its ship-length timbers 

Going from the bells

Swinging in the tower

tolling in the wind with all of its power

Where are you now Mr Lightning Bolt?

Impulsivity is your nature

You feel the jolt

The knee jerk reaction

You can feel it in your knees

It will rain tonight

You can hear it in the trees

Get your feet back down to earth

And ground yourself in its dirt

Positive and negative and neutral

All your electrical impulses fuel

This storm, this tension

This heat

Then snap, of course

The live wire sparked

The sky just shorted

And found the easiest possible route

Where are you now the dogs have stopped barking?

Now the moon has stopped arcing.

The lights have stopped lightning.

And the drains have stopped draining.

All the water of the raining

Tell me where are you?

In my love spectroscopy in my love epiphany

Cacophony of kaleidoscopic free verse

Has anything changed?

Is anything worse?

Or are you just,

Down to earth?

Money-go-round

 You know you've got to

Make that will for free

Free that will of yours

It's as easy as 1-2-3

Make that will open some doors

Dill that bill, and kill that fill

Still that Jill

And Gill that mill

Will a pocket, spill a socket

Silly billy pick a pocket

Or three

Make that will for free

Jack and Jill 

Ran up the hill

And Will came following after

Jill broke down

And stole Jack's crown

Was then a fool lost to laughter

No one in town saw it coming

They thought they were 

The perfect disaster

A storm in a teacup

A Penny farthing rounded up

But too many tandems, and bicycles

Were rejected at that stage

For a bicycle made for two

Cathedral Crash

 We were holding onto the Cathedral

Like it was some kind of sin

And all the pigeon martyrs

Sent up their prayers on the wing

Coo cooing in tongues with the saint

The Angels could do with a lick of paint

But gossamer trees will shake

In their Spider web chandeliers

And stand like white skeletons remembering

Did the bough break

The baby fall?

Did they lop off a limb

When England's Head of State

Cut off the body of the Church

Like a hand of an octopus

It grew again in its watery garden

And we saw the car crash photos

Of your tumble

From a tight rope of consciousness

Into the dream scape

Where there are no trees, nor obstacles

Just miles of sea in which to swim

No they did not lop off a limb

They freed living being

Halleilulia to that

Amen

Love conducting

 

Where are you now the dogs have stopped barking?

Now the moon has stopped arcing.

The lights have stopped lightning.

And the drains have stopped draining.

All the water of the raining

Tell me where are you?

In my love spectroscopy in my love epiphany

Cacophony of kaleidoscopic free verse

Has anything changed?

Is anything worse?

Or are you just,

Down to earth?