Poems from me

[ciltmore]

Hello, I thought I'd like to share:

Not all of these are Scottish related.

I'm learning Scottish on my lonesome, any corrections would be appreciated



The Lovers' Coil


"I like your hair up" I said

"I like your white dress" I said

"Gu raibh maith agat...agaibhsa" she said

We both giggled like
Together on the Steppes so long ago

Mo Gra
Mo Gra


Mo cuisla
Mo cuisla

In walking through St. Stephen's Green
the fin de siecle
Who knew what marvels were waiting
there were rumors of mechanical
beasts of burden

And yet where would these beasts take their lover's
To places yet they had already been their's before?

S'e cho moran gaol agam oirbh, mo gra gu brach





Chestnut Fire
Preternatural Beauty

Before the Stars
There you are

Of explosive sights
Of cataclysmic sounds
Knowing not of material bounds

How we love thee



Teine ruadh

Mi-nadurra Maise

Romh an rionnag
S'e thu ansin

Seallam fradharc a' spreadhadh
Seallam tuimhneach spreig
Chan criochan corporra aithne aice

S'e cho moran gaol againn oirbh





Cat

Lick, Lick, Lick

Soft tongue full of barbs

Lovely Personality
Lovely Person?

Perhaps it is better if you don't talk

Talk back
Take back

Your Love





Titan
In walking through the forest, with Dog, Roebuck and Lapwing by my side
The beauty that is hers is spread open wide.
The torches that guide us and spare us when world's collide
That is the Time when Titans die.

To surrender to the other
And know that they will be there
In that will I find cold comfort.

One does not know when the castle is reigned in
Nor when the Sky will become our skin.
Or to shuck our coat of Sin
That is the time when our loved ones choose to die.





Baoth-chleasachd (Pantomine)
Tha i anseo
Tha i anseo
Tha i anseo

Chan i anseo
Bha mi ach amadan

An teid mi?
Is ea
Chan e riamh
Furasda

Tha thu sa do gnogeis
le do gnogeas
thu gnogach
gnoigeag

Bhitheas thu
dean ar'-a-mach
de dean amarach




Anger
When those that you thought were friends stab you and your family in the back

It can be very painful

When you still see them after,
it is forgetfulness, it is not forgiveness
it is oblivion

To see them shine while you wallow
is to look at the beloved star

I starve

But I am fat


Fearg

Nuair iad gu smaointich thu gu raibh cairdean airson troimh-lot thu agus do clann cul

Bi i craiteach

Nuair bhitheas thu gam a' faicinn an deidh
Tha i diochuimhn chan i mathanas
Chan e an aite sam bith

Faicadh thu gam dealrach gu bheil thu loirc sin uine
gu bheil faic ag runach rionnag

Reangaich mi

Ach bheil mi reamwhar