Glasgow Poems - Poems about Glasgow

Life is like a bottle of buckfast Sticky sweet but in the end its harsh Take too much gets you ed fast LIfes not for the faint of heart heres my bars I was born in the G town 2 teams that’s the showdown And its pick one or get mown down Cause life on the...

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Echoes off tenement windows, sound mixed with fluttering glimpses of fake hanging ghosts. Perhaps we’re only just remembering, or noticing how much we usually forget. For a fiver I can get some rides on the outer or inner, more tenement windows, more music. I take a puff outside Partick station, then go about my business with a grin....

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Breaking hours, light flickering between gray torrents, restrained luminosity. (otherwise too glorious) Oh but your shine when I see, dazzling of it’s own volition, your introspection so damn zen. (no axe to grind) It seems as if you’re waiting with such pretty nonchalance, you couldn’t care less if I notice. (quintessential bliss) Like last week ‘cross an aisle on clocky...

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quick brown urban fox dodges howling hounds from hell crossing motorway...

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Jeff’s dull life began to glow, His Jeff’s weight to around throw, Great winds telling when to blow; Tap asking to again flow… Wasted years in Canada And USA’s Nevada, Though, there, had driven Prada And chance had to love Sandra… He’d wanted to try Norway And Mum fought it with “No way?” You’d better in Warm zones stay And profit from Sunny Day… Some years in...

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The drunk hogs the path where the public walks Then hogs the air with his nonsense talk His breath smells of ale His eyes look stale This Scottish male In a Scottish gale Just gets wet Along with his pet His unkempt dog As white as the fog Feeds him a chip Gives it some lip He thinks he is hip And knows it all That he's...

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I wanted to traipse in the desert But sand dunes were in the way I went to ski in the mountains But snow blocked the pass that day It seems Mother Earth has a game That she really loves to play Forget about YOUR calendar To Mother Earth, today is PAY DAY!...

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“Gaun an bile yer heid” he bawled oot, As he stood in the middle o the cobbled street. Tae nae yin in particular. Did he vent his anger. Fu as a whaulk he staggered and swayed Wan pin rooted tae the graun, Ither yin moved like a dervish, Gaun naewhaur fast. He should of been hame Wi his wifie and weans But naw he insisted...

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kisses are polymorphic for one can seal a friendship or give loves birth given as a cold goodbye or a token of hope given some biblically betray some drag life back but my favourite is local born...

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I had not smelled their breath. With my request to please refrain from smoking on the train, his sudden question came while pinning to the door, "Have you ever had", as forehead smashed my face, "a Glasgow Kiss?" breathed from his lips, falling glasses to the floor. Then peace. For a moment I was blind, blind by short...

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Another dreary journey down deaths highway The daily life of cursed work Outside Glasgows fair kiss The free tv shows views as cars driven by the undead squeeze past The grubby bus window that no one seems to use All heads in prayer to the constructed deity Creators of a binary god My eyes survey a barren space of kermit green and mud...

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~ I - I Arrive in Glasgow ~ When I arrived in Glasgow town I knew nary a soul So tired I's nearly fallin' down Yet I'd no place to go I wandered up Buchanan street In hopes to find a bed Or e'en a simple mat o' hey On which to lay my head Lady Fortune must ha' smiled on...

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Nigh on ninescore year hae I Preside o'er thaes city faer But i' shoundna be me on thaes stule In Mad King Gaerge's Squaer In life a saemple claerk o' law Who frae Edinburrah hael 'nd 's kent tae woo thae lasses Wi' an auld ramaentic tael Naw I set upon mae paerch 'nd watch Glaswegians pass 'nd time again mae eye doth fix Upon...

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Glasgow The music stopped abruptly dancers left the floor became paintings on the wall in the closed down dance-hall in Glasgow`s Sauciehal street the old entertainment centre. We drank plenty of beer before going there, and we were frisked to see if we had not brought any alcohol into the premises. To ask a young woman up to dance...

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Six blocks of flats were detonated yesterday in Glasgow, But only four fell down and tumbled to the ground: The Red Road tower blocks, once the tallest in Europe, Were the place where 5000 lived without a sound. Five were to be demolished as part of the Opening Ceremony, Of the 2014 Commonwealth Games, But the real...

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