Topic: Albannach poetry -- Just for giggles

[Catherine]

Let's get our creative juices flowing and give shout-outs to our favorite band.  To get you started:
 
 
Jamesie, with eyes the color of brandy,
And with a drum is quite handy.
He speaks with a brogue.
He's a devlish rogue
Yes ladies, he’s a piece of eye candy.   

[KitKat]

OH I LOVE IT!!!!!

[CANDY-LASS]

oh, this IS FUN!!!

 I've never seen a man so HOT
 As Jamesie Johnston, that SEXY SCOT!
 When his drum starts to thump
 And he shakes his FINE RUMP
 Makes me want some of WHAT HE'S GOT!!!       

[Catherine]

I love it!  I have a feeling this is going to quickly disolve into dirty limmericks.
 
 
Here's a cleaner bit of rhyme:
 
Aya with the ears both pierced
Playing the bodhran so fierce
Rocking his many tattoos
Your music we're really into.

[Catherine]

But since our minds are all headed south anyway, here's one more for the night:
 
 
Men of Albannach, they are so built,
Rock the pipes and drums, and speak with a lilt.
I only feel the teensiest bit of guilt
When I wonder, "What's under that kilt?"

[CANDY-LASS]

I had a similar rhyme in mind....
 
 Jamesie is so attractively built
 And I can say this without any guilt
 He's handsome , he's clever and cool
 When I see him I start to drool
 I'd like to take a peek under his kilt!   

[Catherine]

I think we need to go to church. 

[CANDY-LASS]

no, I think I might burst into flames if I dared to enter...

[CANDY-LASS]

ok, here's a tamer one....
 
At every 'Nach show, it's hard not to stare
At the drummer jumping around and flinging his hair
He makes the girls swoon
As he plays every tune
He's the star of the Renaissance Faire!

[Catherine]

Candy, I'm sensing a fixation on one particular member of Albannach...

[Catherine]

From the land of our kinsmen,
As the 'Nach pipes are singing,
From Ancestors to Uprising,
Our hearts are all aching,
For the past and the present
'Twas mingled together.
The drums and the strains,
'Tis sweeter than heather.
The songs take me back,
My blood haunting me.
Bonds calling me there.
One day I will see
All the bustling cities
And the mountains and streams,
To the mist covered lochs-
Of Scotland I dream.

[CANDY-LASS]

Candy, I'm sensing a fixation on one particular member of Albannach...

   oh, you noticed that, huh?....

[CANDY-LASS]

 The thundering drums
 and the sound of the pipes
 make me yearn to be
 swept far away

 Though I cannot go
 When the band
 takes the stage
 I feel like I'm there anyway

 Donnie's pipes
 and the pounding drums
 Create a beautiful
 rhythm and beat

 Whether I'm in Scotland
 or only long to be
 Makes no difference
 to my dancing feet

 ( o.k, there...I didn't mention him in that one...but it was hard not to!
 he's my muse!!    

[Catherine]

Fixation, muse ...  there are definately worse things to get stuck on.  He is adorable, after all. 

[CANDY-LASS]

I knew you would understand!!

[Catherine]

Here's a get-well wish for Jamesie, badly rhymed:   
 
Don't lift any claymores
While you're still healing,
Or heft any drums
The tunes will be waiting.
Drink lots of Pabst Blue Ribbon,
But avoid a beer belly.
Play video games
And watch lots of telly.
Soon the crowds will be chanting
And roaring for you.
Continue to heal
'Cause without you we're blue.

[Catherine]

As the clouds rolled down from the mountains,
Feeling the ground vibrate with thunder,
Men fought for what they believed in,
Much more than life, this was grander --
Pure freedom, tasting sweet freedom
With each passing day and each fight,
The hope of a country united
Was stretching, reaching for light.
The beauty of a new world was coming,
Though many saw not the fine day
When Scots were unbound from the shackles
To their courage and dreams I say...
 
Thank you!

[Catherine]

This isn't Albannach or music related.  Just my little personal salute to family:
 
 
The scattered children
With fortitude doth fight.
Or the myrge laese plowed
Bonny fields at dawn's light.
 
Hazard, yet forward
Noble by birth or by deed
Hunger drove thee forward
For blood or for need.
 
You gave up so much
By the tip of a blade
Or on ship to new lands
I'll make you proud - the daughter you made.

[redsonja943]

A limerick that popped into my head when I first saw the subject line -- just for giggles
 
Ye wonder why Scotsmen are fierce?  Try crossing a sweet scottish lass.
It takes a strong warrior 'tis true, to weather a Scotswoman's blast!

[Morven]

A limerick that popped into my head when I first saw the subject line -- just for giggles
 
Ye wonder why Scotsmen are fierce?  Try crossing a sweet scottish lass.
It takes a strong warrior 'tis true, to weather a Scotswoman's blast!

 
 
Love it!

[Catherine]

A limerick that popped into my head when I first saw the subject line -- just for giggles
 
Ye wonder why Scotsmen are fierce?  Try crossing a sweet scottish lass.
It takes a strong warrior 'tis true, to weather a Scotswoman's blast!

Very true!  I love it!!!   

[So. Or. Miniatures]

Now how did I miss this post. 

I love it ladies. It is Nach rhyme time, let the games begin. I will have to put one together.

[So. Or. Miniatures]

Have you ever wondered
about the booming thunder?
Why some just never
seem to want to take cover.
I have always though it must be in one's blood,
to want to dance in a raging storm.
Then came Albannach and I wonder no more.
I heard them while healing,
I hear them in a raging storm.
Seeing them live sends your senses reeling
like dancing in a raging storm.
Those pipes, they call you and something starts.
Then comes the drums, Oh be still my heart.
It doesn't matter if your 1 or 90,
we all have to join "The MIGHTY Nach Army"

[CANDY-LASS]

Fine job Sue!!!

I'll try to work on another myself soon!

[Morven]

Good one Sue!