tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1637240537324630072011-07-28T04:13:54.730-07:00This is my blog where i would like to share with you all my poems i write as i travel around in my old converted bus here in the Scottish highlandsDafthermitnoreply@blogger.comBlogger71100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-163724053732463007.post-24378501424039514432010-04-28T17:22:00.001-07:002010-04-28T17:22:59.322-07:00<object width="445" height="364"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/mVwKVp6quUk&hl=en_GB&fs=1&color1=0x402061&color2=0x9461ca&border=1"></param><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"></param><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"></param><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/mVwKVp6quUk&hl=en_GB&fs=1&color1=0x402061&color2=0x9461ca&border=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="445" height="364"></embed></object><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/163724053732463007-2437850142403951443?l=poetrybymel.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Dafthermitnoreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-163724053732463007.post-72197036488424312362010-04-28T17:20:00.001-07:002010-04-28T17:20:10.631-07:00<object width="445" height="364"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/hnWTyjGZIO0&hl=en_GB&fs=1&color1=0x402061&color2=0x9461ca&border=1"></param><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"></param><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"></param><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/hnWTyjGZIO0&hl=en_GB&fs=1&color1=0x402061&color2=0x9461ca&border=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="445" height="364"></embed></object><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/163724053732463007-7219703648842431236?l=poetrybymel.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Dafthermitnoreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-163724053732463007.post-31642683793773266672010-04-28T17:14:00.001-07:002010-04-28T17:14:57.648-07:00what joy RAIN<br />.......................................<br /><br />What a beautiful day the rain is here<br />Watering the plant's in the gardens<br />The flowers are lowering their petal's for more drink<br />The frog's are hopping mad<br />The grass on the ground and hill's are looking very lush<br />What a wondrful day<br />The streams are rising and churning boulders away<br />And the birds are having a feast<br />My dog's are in the stream barking in disbelieve<br />The sky is getting darker now<br />And the dropplet's are getting bigger<br />The waterfall i can see is roaring down the glen<br />Such a pretty day when raining<br />There is a rainbow near the waterfall<br />And the colours are glisening<br />The wildlife enjoys it to as they preen there feathers<br />While watching you<br /><br /><br /><br /><br />by m.m.lowe<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/163724053732463007-3164268379377326667?l=poetrybymel.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Dafthermitnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-163724053732463007.post-66838495732501822492010-04-28T17:09:00.001-07:002010-04-28T17:09:43.260-07:00disappointment<br />Disappointment<br /><br />..............................................<br /><br /><br />Am a disappointment my mum said to me<br />She meant it too with that face she pulls<br />The twisted one i always get to see<br />Nom matter what i do<br />There's no pleasing her<br />Mum really has nothing to say to me<br />As i am the DISAPPOINTMENT<br />From here to etenity<br />No warm sayings<br />No words of love<br />All i get is that face that says it all<br />I AM THE DISAPPOINTMENT<br /><br />Your no son of mine<br />your a disappointment to all of us<br />My mum has often said<br />that hurt me worse than anything<br />I got myself a job<br />A good one at that<br />But not to her<br />I joined the army and learned the hard way<br />That didn't put a smile on my mum's face<br />Job after job i got and enjoyed<br />But even that wasn't good enough<br />I started to write a book<br />OH he's a bloody autho now she'd say<br />Who do you think you are my mum said to me one day<br />I got so upset that no matter what i tried to do<br />Mum was there with her sarcastic comments and that face<br />I can't take no more of her selfish antics<br />I wouldn't mind if i'd hurt her in anyway<br />But all i have ever done is to try and show her LOVE xxx<br /><br />poem by m.m.lowe<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/163724053732463007-6683849573250182249?l=poetrybymel.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Dafthermitnoreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-163724053732463007.post-54843493515292635832010-04-28T16:58:00.001-07:002010-04-28T16:58:17.587-07:00REMOTE CONTROL <br /><br />.......................................... <br /><br /><br /><br />He HOLDS it tightly in his hand <br />And rarely lets it go <br />I guarantee yours does it too <br />The greedy so and so <br /><br />It's ITV,then BBC <br />oh no it's channel 4 <br />And i don't know anymore <br /><br />I guess it's just a man's thing <br />So i'll sit and do some puzzles <br />Read a book right through the night <br /><br />So come on girls lets fight this fight <br />Let's start our own patrols <br />We'll march with pride <br />And grab them: <br />THOSE TV REMOTE CONTROLS <br /><br />poem by M.M.LOWE<br />_________________<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/163724053732463007-5484349351529263583?l=poetrybymel.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Dafthermitnoreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-163724053732463007.post-74299070556006156712010-04-28T16:55:00.001-07:002010-04-28T16:55:24.047-07:00Highlands<br /><br /> …………………………………………….<br /><br /><br />Colours explode in the early light of day.<br /><br />I stand to let my eyes caress<br /><br />The curves and contours of a world through air so clear<br /><br />This clean and noiseless land<br /><br />Save the shushing of the sea<br /><br />The quiet calling of the gulls as if to you and me<br /><br />Here to me ,questions come you know<br /><br />Just what are we within all things ?<br /><br />Perhaps some answers in these lands of space<br /><br />and time and light<br /><br />Lost highland clans more wild,more FREE…<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/163724053732463007-7429907055600615671?l=poetrybymel.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Dafthermitnoreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-163724053732463007.post-37196653075273818472010-04-28T15:02:00.000-07:002010-04-28T15:02:39.044-07:00A Winter Morning , a wee poem from the tin can in the Scottish mountains<br />Ullapool 037<br /><br />I have started to do some wee film with Mel voicing her poems i hope you enjoy them as much as i do<br /><br /> Winter Mornings<br /> …………………………………<br /><br />When i wake up in the morning<br />It’s cold and dark outside<br />I’m not sure i can face the day<br />I’ll stay in bed and hide<br />I wonder just what time it is<br />And also what’s today<br />It takes a while to work it out<br />The weeks all slip away<br /><br />I listen to the wind and rain<br />and then it’s plain to see<br />the only way to face the day<br />is with a cup of tea<br /><br />But day’s will soon be lengthening<br />The black birds start to sing<br />and i’ll get up more cheerful<br />To welcome in the SPRING<br /><br />Mel xx<br /><br />The coming of spring to the highlands<br /><br />................ The End ..................<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/163724053732463007-3719665307527381847?l=poetrybymel.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Dafthermitnoreply@blogger.com7United Kingdom57.938183012205315 -5.0976562552.090850012205316 -20.03906275 63.78551601220531 9.84375025