In Remote Part / Scottish Fiction
(IN REMOTE PART)
In the beginning, there were answers
Then they came along and changed
All these questions and their answers seem to change
So I'll wait ?etil I find the remote part of your heart
Nowhere else will let us choose a comfortable start
We stop in every passing place
To watch the world move faster than we do
Watch it pass with our eyes closed the way we usually choose to
So I'll wait ?etill I find the remote part of your heart
When no where else will let us choose a comfortable start
And even if the breath between us smells of alcohol
Call it confusion in the best way possible
(SCOTTISH FICTION)
It isn't in the mirror, it isn't on the page
It's a red hearted vibration
Pushing through the walls of dark imagination
Finding no equation
There's a red road rage,
But it's not road rage
It's asylum seekers engulfed by a grudge
Scottish friction, Scottish friction
It isn't in the castle, it isn't in the mist
It's a calling of the waters as they break to show
The new black death with reactors aglow
Do you think your security will keep you in purity
You will not shake us off
Above or below
Scottish friction, Scottish friction
song performed by by Idlewild
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Friction
I crave that touch
The friction
When the light outside
Dims
I desire your warmth next to me
The friction
I need the constant tugging and pulling
The forever playful fighting
The friction
So so damn close
I want it but pull away.
poem by Jeremy Rascon
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Tranquilism
I call myself a Tranquilist;
With deep detachment I exist,
From friction free;
While others court the gilded throng
And worship Women, Wine and Song,
I scorn the three.
For I have reached the sober age
When I prefer to turn a page
Beside the fire,
And from the busy mart of men
To meditative book and pen
With grace retire.
If you are craving peace of mind,
In Tranquilism you will find
Philosophy;
Serenely fold your hands and wait
Be cloistered calm whatever fate
The Gods decree.
And though the world with rage be rent,
Hold it remote and claim content
With quiet heart;
You can't do much to better it,
But your good-will may help a bit,
Ere you depart.
So let us who are old and sere
To din of battle shut the ear,
And trumpet vain;
And though in no monastic mood
Accept the balm of solitude
And grace regain.
Let us be Tranquilists and try
In placid places to apply
Life's wisdom won;
In Nature's bounty we may bless
The Gods and wait with thankfulness
Our setting sun.
poem by Robert William Service
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A Scottish Soldier
There was a young Scottish soldier
of the Highlanders Brigade
his Black Watch Regiment
marched through the night’s thunderstorm
to battle the Boers at Magersfontein
They were waiting in the trenches
when the Black Watch deploy into
open order march for the dawn assault
At four hundred yards the Boers open fire
and caught the column changing formation
killing Scottish soldiers left right and center
The young Scottish soldier badly wounded
scared to lift his body and head
lying on the veld tormented
by ants thirst and scorching sun
blisters on his legs from kilt
to stockings...
In mid-afternoon the Highlanders broke
and retreat under heavy fire
The young soldier then died
under the African sun...
one of 279 killed and wounded
A black day for the British Empire
and the young Scottish soldier...
from the Black Watch Regiment!
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poem by Johan Jacobs
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So, these political activities will create friction in and of themselves, and in this environment of friction there'll be additional violence.
quote by John Abizaid
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Somewhere Down The Road
(Wayne Kirkpatrick/Amy Grant)
So much pain and no good reason why
You cried until the tears run dry
Nothing else can make you understand
The one thing that you held so dear
Is slipping from your hand
And you say
Why, why, why
Does it go this way
And why, why, why
And all I can say is
Somewhere down the road
There'll be answers to the questions
Somewhere down the road
Though we cannot see it now
And somewhere down the road
You will find mighty arms reaching for you
And they will have the answers
At the end of the road
Yesterday I thought I'd seen it all
I thought I'd climbed the highest wall
But now I see that learning never ends
And all I know to do is keep on walking
'Round the bend
Singing
Why, why, why
Does it go this way
Why, why, why
And all I can say is
Somewhere down the road
There'll be answers to the questions
Somewhere down the road
Though we cannot see it now
And somewhere down the road
You will find mighty arms reaching for you
And they will hold the answers
At the end of the road
Somewhere, somewhere down
And somewhere down the road
There'll be answers to the questions
Somewhere down the road
Though we cannot see it now
And somewhere down the road
You will find mighty arms reaching for you
They will have the answers
At the end of the road
They will have the answers
At the end of the road
Somewhere down the road, yeah
Somewhere, somewhere
Somewhere, somewhere, somewhere down the road
Why, why, why
There will be arms reaching, down the road
Somewhere, somewhere, somewhere
Oooh
song performed by by Faith Hill
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The Scottish Dance
I once had myself a Scottish Lassie
She then became my joy and pride
Then one-night she gave me Scottish ale
Then she became my Scottish bride
~We then danced around the table
We danced across the floor
We danced and danced all night long
And then we drank a little more~
She enjoyed to go out clubbing
Her family and mates I would meet
She was so exciting and loving
And when I grabbed her she said I was cheek...
I once had myself a Scottish Lassie
She was also my Scottish bride
She fed me Scottish eggs and Haggis
I got so sick I thought I had nearly died.
~So we danced around the table
We danced across the floor
We danced and danced all night long
And then we ate a little more.~
She took me out dancing
Where I would meet her friends and mates
She would drink and dance all night long
How I wished to go back to the states...
I once had myself a Scottish Lassie
She was also my Scottish wife
She told me she loved me with all of her heart
And together we would share the same life.
~So we danced around the table
We danced across the floor
We danced and danced all night long
And then we loved a little more~
I would take her out drinking
Every Friday and Saturday night
One thing she loved more than drinking or singing
My lassie she loved to argue and fight...
I once had myself a Scottish Lassie
But that was many years ago
I will always remember my Scottish Lassie
And the places that we use to go
~We would dance around the table
We would dance across the floor
We would dance and dance all night long
And then we would dance a little more~
Now I am alone and single
But her memories and thoughts I do keep
I remember the good-times and not the bad
So now I smile and I never weep
~So I dance around the table
I dance across the floor
I dance and dance all night long
And then I drink and dance a little more~
Randy L. McClave
poem by Randy McClave
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Change means movement. Movement means friction. Only in the frictionless vacuum of a nonexistent abstract world can movement or change occur without that abrasive friction of conflict.
quote by Saul Alinsky
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No Sharing of Thrones
There is nothing wrong,
If someone has accepted who they are.
That's to be commendable.
However...
To put down others,
Because they are not accepting of who we are...
From our point of view.
And we choose to enforce our ways upon them...
Creates friction.
And perhaps a little 'fiction' about life itself.
I don't have to welcome anyone in my home,
If I don't want them in it.
And I care less what they look like.
What they have or who they know.
Within the boundaries I call 'home'...
There is no sharing of thrones with time limits given.
Or discussions to debate on what I find acceptable!
Not within my space to agitate.
If I aint feeling it...
It will be known!
Nipped in the bud and ended.
That's it.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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The Calling
How far down the road
Do you have to go
Before you can see,
Before you can know
If you've traveled correctly
And are where you should be?
Who has these answers?
Who can it be?
No one can tell you
Which road is best?
The road you are on
Is only your test.
Others can watch
And observe your choices.
But they cannot hear
Your inner voices.
They cannot know
What's in your heart.
They cannot see
Into the part
That's calling to you.
It's impossible for them.
They don't have a clue.
Advice can be given
By family or friend
All with good intention
But in the end
You will travel on
And find your own way.
And as you follow your road
You will sometimes say.
"I've made a mistake
This road isn't good".
But in your innermost knowing
You went where you should.
How far down the road
Do you have to go
Before you can see,
Before you can know
If you've traveled correctly
And are where you should be?
Who has these answers?
Who can it be?
No one can tell you
Which road is best?
The road you are on
Is only your test.
Others can watch
And observe your choices.
But they cannot hear
Your inner voices.
They cannot know
What's in your heart.
They cannot see
Into the part
That's calling to you.
It's impossible for them.
They don't have a clue.
Advice can be given
By family or friend
All with good intention
But in the end
You will travel on
And find your own way.
And as you follow your road
You will sometimes say.
"I've made a mistake
This road isn't good".
But in your innermost knowing
You went where you should.
poem by Edwina Reizer
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I hae a scottish tongue in my head - if they speak i'se answer.
I think that Scottish people, like Canadians, are often misunderstood and what I like about my Scottish friends and relatives is how quickly it can go from love to anger. It's a great dynamic.
quote by Mike Myers
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Perfection
If my sorrow's cause of the Sigh
thy loveth not thine but thine guy
Thou hearth bleeds, with no eyes CRY
input per second's thousand a lie
if thine hearth's to pass by
yet to affect only mine
if my words and his rhyme never
then you'd choose no one forever
nonetheless its just fiction
never there was friction
and no differs in diction
yet I question your perfection.
poem by Ellirie Aviles
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The Cause Of Possessiveness
Relationship with another is based
On dependence derived from the other.
Dependence grows to possessiveness made
Of fear, suspicion and friction.
Craving for satisfaction, comforts and
The secured feelings is the impetus
For seeking someone of the other sex
To have emotional relationships.
A feeling of completeness will go through
The relationship, the loss of which does
Disrupt the very rhythm of his life
So lurk fear, suspicion and friction.
The primary cause of friction is oneself.
It's one's obsession that is the culprit
And not the other in case it suffers.
Blame yourself for the possessiveness.
Relationship is a process in which
One would discover the hidden cause
Of sorrow, which one must swallow
When it erupts, for the joy experienced.
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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Stood its Ground
Reflecting on the loch at night
Its shadow cast by the moonlight
This castle stands upon the shore
Been here for three hundred years or more
If we could see the sights it seen
Not all was peaceful like a dream
Many have tried to take it down
But its still here it’s stood its ground
Romantic setting now its seems
A place for that magic wedding dream
Snow topped hills high above
It’s full of all that romantic stuff
But remember from whence it came
Its been through battles and been through pain
Its life will never be the same
A laird a lord a movie star
It does not matter who the owners are
You’re a castle and will always be
As your part of my Scottish history
Does not matter were I roam
Your part of that place I call home
08 10 2010
Chellaston
poem by Jim O'Donnell
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The Game Of A Life Time
You walk through the battle
Watching for the people for a kill
You sit high in the saddle
You are here still
You walk bast the tank and to the rest stop
You watch them move around you and you raise your gun
Two guys at the side, one on top,
You aim you gun, and the battle has begun.
You slowly moe to your right watching all sides,
Yet someone sees you and trys to hit you,
You turn around and just barley out of the way you slide.
As you lay in wait you ponder what to do.
They people come closer and one comes from the rear,
They hold their gun to your head as you turn over
You look in their eyes as the shoot you, to the end you are near
You lay there dying and it all goes black for you it is game over
You through the remote across the room and yell,
'I keep dieing! ! why can't I live through that part? '
And then your nose fills with the dinners smell
For tomorrow again over you will start.
At level one.
poem by Bethany Maxwell
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Sonnet: Choose The Things in Your Life
0 choose your friend who must be good as you;
And choose your spouse better than you; make sure;
And choose the one best as your Teacher too;
And choose ambitions that suit your nature.
0 choose the profession thats truly best;
And choose the hobbies that ne'er interfere;
And choose your Time to begin work, take rest;
And choose your enemies, you surely fear.
0 choose your food that gives extended health;
And choose your garments -comfortable wear;
And choose the honest way to added wealth;
And choose the burden right, body can bear.
0 choose the people who deserve help most;
And choose good principles, yet never boast.
poem by John Celes
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God keep ill gear out o' my hands; for if my hand ance get it, my heart winna part wi't, sae prayed the gude earl of eglinton.
Move In Me
I am only human
Struggling to find
Confidence in all that I believe
You are only holy
You are love defined
And you have said to ask and Ill recieve
So I have come to pray
That you will come and fill
The hunger here inside me to grow
Stronger in the faith
Theres a longing and a need
To have you ever closer
Come fill me
Cause when you move in me
Its like a symphony
The timeless melody
That soothes my soul
Though silent I can tell
That youre alive and well
Cause I can feel you move
In me
What they try to tell me
Is that your love is falsewhat they try to tell me
Is that your is false
And faith is just a way
I choose to feel
And that there was no meaning
To you upon the cross
And I should reach for something that is real
And when those words are said
The questions in me start
And I dont have any answers
Until I stop thinking with my head
And start listening to my heart
And there I find my assurance
I tell them
Chorus
song performed by by Michael W. Smith
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