The Twa Poets

A meeting of poetic minds!

The Twa Poets

I oft think back to far off times

O’ diverse ways and different climes

When germs of a' type reigned systemic

But now we're subject tae pandemic

Oor problem is we're noo o'er mony

I fear oor fate's no lookin bonny!

 

The Scots poet Robert Fergusson

An inspiration for Robert Burns

Born in Edinburgh 1750

Died in ‘Bedlam’ (an asylum) in 1774

 

 

 

Reviews

[Red Brick Keshner]

Much pleasure in reading this and relishing its sounds and reconstructing its meaning as the reader is not well versed in Scotspeak. That aside, Roberty Burns being one of the topshelf favourites, having the aid of both the original and 'translated' commentaries to help those that miss out on their poems pure state. Thank you for sharing.

[alanwgraham]

Thanks for your kind words Frederick and for taking the trouble to decipher the Scots tongue.
Take care,
Alan

[Red Brick Keshner]

All the pleasure was mine, Alan (being a bit selfish, here, lol) But Burns and Brigadoon (not a very Scottish rendition, I now realise) and Bruce and William Wallace all mixed up and drew me in to the broad and depth of Scottish lore from childhood. One of my dearest friend even took a genealogical journey to seek out his Clan tartan, and found it. Thanks for keeping Alba alive. Frederick.

[S.zaynab.kamoonpury]

I still enjoy Robbie burns rhyming poems and yours was superbly delightful. I have Scottish online friends so I liked this cool fab poem in vernacular and its rhyming . The news isn't bonny for sure. Kudos !!


Plz pleez do read and comment my newest poem too.

[alanwgraham]

Thanks Zaynab. I couldn't resist this when I took the photo
Take care.
Alan

[Lorry]

Your words here totally diverted me to one of wrotings not so friendly "friendships" here Alan, when Hans Christian Andersen visited Dickens in London and refused to leave. I think he stayed as an unwelcome guest for two months, with Dickens writing to many of his contemporaries slandering Anderson and pleading for assistance to help get rid of him.
Andersen seemed oblivious to thos and always referred to their close friendship, even when Dickens hatred of him became public.
I guess that's what a friendship is, knowing when to call time and leave.
I do believe you have captured the humour only a true friendship can bring.
And as for Bedlam... They knew how to call a pot a pot back then, didn't they?
Cannae see that happenin' in these days of hashtags and feeling triggered 😀

[alanwgraham]

Thanks Lorry for your interesting reply. I must admit that I got a real jolt when I read of Fergussons early demise and also a strong fellow feeling as I barely made an escape from a 'bedlam' in South Africa a few years ago with the aid of my wife and son. It's sobering to know how many creative folk also are manic. On that cheery note it's back to the boozer soon.
Take care.
Alan

[Lorry]

It is indeed. There is a fine line between madness and genius and I believe people can find themselves moving between that line.
I haven't quite figured out how to climb that line yet, but maybe one day I'll get a day pass to genius... If the dumbing down we live in is transferred to national IQ levels... Dramatically 😀