It’s important folk think on their ending,
And tell other friends of their choice
To be buried,
The long walk home from a night on the tiles.
Who would have thought it was just seven
I saw you today and you smiled at me,
I wish you wouldn’t.
I thought of you a lot and I tingled
There was once
A wee lorry
Sent out in a bag
A’ the way tae Malawi,
Tae a lovely wee lad
Amongst the dusty rubble desert stands a ragged, rusting, remnant made to last,
a rugged loyal
Scrutinise the printed page.
Scan each line to check for
spelling errors, punctuation
I wish all these feelings would just go away
For my mind not to start to stray
Even if it’s just
by Alex King
The dinosaurs a creature,
Who scowls when he dwells,
On people walking round
Birthed into melted sunshine,
earth basking in warmth.
Light filters my colour as
A spear of green above the snow,
signifying life below
The snowdrops emerge one by one
To make a new beginning,
You’ll need a bowl and bin,
Fill the bowl with real beliefs,
That I hold in my hand
Drop money in
Help me to pave
My way in life
Stop for a chat
reflections on potential
into the oak –
unless eaten by a pig
Carrying voices, they move you with someone else’s words,
delivering the unwanted
The Scottish rocks of Ardoch shore
A well worn path that is no more
Russells' parks are barren
The government told us be wary,
‘Cause here comes a virus that’s scary,
To complete all our
In the quiet solitude of night
Memories of your love, take flight
Images of you flood
My mother settled me to sleep under
a Bakelite radio, so I fell
in love with the tone morning
As I sit here all alone I reminisce
On things I loved, but now I miss
I didn’t know or realise I
The eternal love between mother and child;
The union of friendship;
The power of women;
During midge siestas, the park
is at its most engaging
when strolling beneath
I wish you could have seen it Joe
The Kipperoch in the Spring
Blackthorn wae its snow white
I've got the isolation blues.
I feel I'm going to blow a fuse.
At first, it seemed a happy
I'm holding on to hope
That things will improve
That there will be a shift
Some kind of
You'll get there when your ready someone said to me
I need your help just now I thought
As you drag yourself
from under the duvet,
Not knowing if it's Monday
And you pass
Happiness is being 365 days
looking at yourself in the mirror
When I was wee, we played street games,
An’ aw oor neebors knew oor names.
We played up hills,
No longer rushing around like an over worked ant.
It was not until lockdown happened I found so
Mist rises over
the dark quiet water.
A century of dreams;
A shipbuilder’s heaven!
From birth, we adapt to change
for some, it was the same.
Eye colour, hair colour,
So cold it eats into my bones
My neck and shoulders freezing
Looking for sunlight to come
What single thing can bring true happiness ?
What can bring a moment’s joy ?
What turns a frown
It ‘s a saft day, dreich drizzle
geying us the richt feel o’ the laund.
The ben lowers