Long Live Poetry
‘Long Live Poetry’
Waiting for inspiration
To come along
Inspiration, my old muse
Never came to my aid
Then you came to me
We made love
Aaaagh! A love poem
Inspiration is dead
Long live poetry………..
Michael Micmac Mccrory
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A lonely Valentine card
‘A lonely Valentine card'
I received my only Valentine card
It was lying on the floor
Didn't have a stamp on it
It didn't come through the door
I received lonely Valentine cards
So many times before
Please! Please Mummy
Don't send them anymore
Michael Micmac Mccrory
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Funny love affair
“FUNNY LOVE AFFAIR”
It is love, an eerie love
In our funny love affair
However, it is love, real love
In our funny love affair
You are married, you have a spouse
I have someone too
You say that’s he’s such a louse
You would leave for a love that is true
MICMAC
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Dress of Snow
“Dress of snow”
In a snow covered coffin
Her remains were laid to rest
Her god created a snow blanket
For one of his best
She lived a life so pure
Always thinking of others
Now a carpet of snow lay
For the mother of mothers
Not walking on a carpet of red
Her carpet was just right for her
A carpet of pure driven snow
Just as pure as her
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A Poem in Mime
The poetry is in the mime
It has the perfect metre
Such an immaculate rhyme
There is none greater
All in the movement
Although it’s not on a page
Maybe an improvement
Poetry that doesn’t age
Poetry without a word
What a clever notion
It’s not that absurd
It’s all in the motion
A sign of the times
Not like the old days
Poetry without rhymes
Expressed in different ways
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The Reverend Paisley
The Reverend Paisley
The reverend Paisley is on the way out
Up to heaven and not to hell
Long chats with dead popes no doubt
The pope's will chat; but he will yell
The pope's will work on him: a religious turn
Then he will change his name from Paisley
Home's in Northern Ireland will burn
When he becomes the reverend Papistley
Perhaps before he goes, he will see the light
Become Northern Ireland's brand new daddy
To London's parliament, he will take our fight
Yelling; give Ireland back to paddy
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The Torch carrier
The Torch carrier
I am the person in a million
I am the lucky one
I will carry the torch
I will complete the run
I will run around our town
For all to see the flame
I will carry it high and proud
But not for an Olympian game
I will carry the torch
I will do the run
I will protect the flame
Because you are the one
The flame of the torch
Burns only for you
The woman I adore
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Reincarnation
‘REINCARNATION’
A twinkle in his eyes
Catches her eyes
Their eyes love-locked
They speak their first words to each other
The first real date
The courting game
The gelling together, becoming real mates
They announce their engagement
Settle on a wedding date
The pre-nuptial plans
At last, the wedding day
A nice honeymoon suite
From sperm to baby
The baby is a boy
From boy to man
From a man to dust
The wind blows the dust into another man’s eyes
From dust to a twinkle
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Mother in-law
I saw your mother
Today in Trafalgar Square
She was wearing a nice bonnet
The pigeons shit on it
They didn’t care
I didn’t tell her
Cos I didn’t care
With a silly grin
I just stood there
Then the pigeons shit again
This time on my hair
I saw your mother
Just standing there
With an enormous silly grin
Serves me right
For marrying her daughter
That’s it
I’ve taken all the shit
I am ever going to take
So it’s goodbye to your mother
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In the name of art
‘In the name of Art’
Her legs are close together
Only two feet apart
On the bed she lay naked
The painter called it art
The photographer took a picture
Had to capture the image
Her father saw it in the papers
It made the whole family grimace
The world has seen her body
As when she was born
Everything on show
Her family forlorn
Every time the family see the picture
They rip it up and remember
She was their little baby
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