Acrostic poetry

[LANDROVER ROGER]

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[ionnsaigh]

Laughter may indicate a sense of humour,
A smile can lift, both heart and spirit,
Nasty folk have little of either,
Deep resentment dwells within,
Rooftop roar, declare happiness and goodwill,
Over the heads of Kings, and suchlike,
Validate Man's humanity,
Enjoying that special moment,
Radiate love and understanding,

Remember those that walked this Earth,
Out of the trees, the root the branch,
Gone, a distant smile, from a Cro Magnon Mother,
Endearment comes from sharing,
Reach out, touch the stars.

[ionnsaigh]

Enjoy being pernickety, science and music demand precision,
Making each note true, unique and distinguishable,
Demand excellence of oneself, never of others,
Express our cultural history, through an old fine fiddle,
E by gum.

[ionnsaigh]

Campbeltown moved - alas - no more General Chit Chat, for you dear town,
Auntie Beeb - has changed the station,
Mired forever in drugs, sex, a rock an roll fate,
Planned amongst a glass or two,
Behind the scenes, scurry scream,
Embittered, the acts not clean enough,
Least for puritan values,
Tedious topics and Wullies wife,
Open a Tesco 24/7,
Watch rust grow, decaying your soul,
Night comes the darkness creeps.

[ionnsaigh]

Gorbals, not a pretty sight, born bred baptised,
Oot the backs, the midges, and dark closes,
VP wine bottles, an kick the can,
A Maw that kept ye clean,
Nae crossing thon busy road,
Gone for good, the bad auld days,
Inclined tae think, wae the fog a nostalgia,
Riddled wae doubt, she faws, she disnae greet, she dries tears that weep inside,
Lassies fae that side of the toon, quickly learn the importance of order.

[Govangirl]

Can ah query that one
Oan the last line particularly?
Nothing o' that makes sense
Fur crying oot loud!
Us Govan lassies
Should staun up fur oorsels
Even though ah loved it, ah
Doan't understand whit order ye mean!!!!!!

[ionnsaigh]

Natural order occurs in all things,
A Critical Path Analysis dictates,
Two before Three, and after One,
Understanding comes to the young,
Rules that encompass, moral points,
A law, that recognises, the before and after, and more or less,
Lassies cawin the ropes, consider the skill o the skipper,

Only birth dictates death,
Recognise that Spring precedes Summer,
Dare to think, Egg Chicken, err to think Chicken Egg,
E before F, after D, after C, before E,
Rangers are rubbish.

[ionnsaigh]

Sorry Roger pal,
Time fur a rest,
Others can have a go,
Perhaps, Christ wits happened tae hugh ?

[ionnsaigh]

Flying falling, brittle dead leaves,
Engulf the stunted grass,
Staining Brown, that once was green,
The timber trunk, shrunken knots,
Ivy mushroom and lichen nest,
Vie space and room to breed,
Enrich the season.

Great the night and short the Dawn,
Rabbits run and Foxes hide,
Earth, muddy wet and slime,
Early night, bright Moonshine,
Topsy Turfy, the Great North Wind,
Increase the Black, diminishing the Red Mercury line,
Now the time to stay indoors,
Grate full, the burning log,
Santa stacks, silken sacks.

[ionnsaigh]

Rouges an Rascals,
Arrogant, pregnant with false pride,
Mad wae power,
Blind, bereft of the higher things,
Lost that sea of mediocrity,
Inept, failing to adapt,
No No no no no no,
Gone for lunch ( morally speaking )
Sad vindictive , to the very core.

[ionnsaigh]

Intolerance drip drip drip
Sick sad, sad sick, sad sad, sick sick,
Arrogance...drip drop drip.

[ionnsaigh]

Recognising the Camelion, particularly it's inherent ability to change,
An exit strategy, when the going gets tough,
Made in the heat of the moment ( hieds cut aff - an Chickens - spring tae mind )
Blundering through a life, without logical thought,
Leopards can do little to change the spot,
Insects have, as a rule, survival techniques,
Not for turning... this Poster is not for turning,
Green becomes Red.... easily enough,
Sad to say however, the Camelion remains the Camelion, regardless of colour.

[ionnsaigh]

Hugh, you and Barney Magrew,
Undeniably a bunch of gentle, gentlemen,
Gracious group, a Saturday in Corby,
Hugh, you and Barney Magrew.

Remembering our trip, from Timbuktu to the Sugar Coated Mountain,
Including oor wee donner doon, tae that statue, oan the Clyde,
Perhaps someone can tell me why - I mourn a man - I never met.

[ionnsaigh]

My, a man who likes the look, of his ain words,
Recruited intae the Glesga Polis,

Policeman number 99999,
Loads a petty, a petty crime,
Orders taken, and orders served,
DC Plod, NB. 99999.

[ionnsaigh]

Birds Black Brown, fall and baffle,
Like raindrops, splattering from clear Blue sky,
Answer few, questions why,
Could it be poison gas, or loud big bang,
Killing no, stunning yes, drunken birds it's anyone's guess,
Beautiful beast broken, battered Black Blue,
In flight your grace, I bow to you,
Red blood Black feather,
Drops from Blue Sky, amongst the Purple Heather.