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'Darkest day'


Twenty-four hours of darkness in a day
Because the light of my day has been blown away
In my minds your eyes still shine bright
The torch of our love will always stay alight

Nobody hears me when I talk
They don’t see me when I walk past
They don’t recognise me without you
I was the shape they thought that was your shadow

The seconds turn into minutes, minutes into hours
The hours turn into days, days into weeks
The weeks turn into months, months into years
Years to ponder the darkest day of my life

Thoughts that turn into dreams, dreams that turn into ideas
Ideas that turn into plans, plans that turn into plots
Plots that turn into reality, reality becomes a nightmare
A nightmare about the darkest day of my life

You were the sun in my day and my moon at night
My guiding star and my compass in the sky
I walk in the smog of my eternal night
To hide the heartache of the darkest day of my life

In death I will be with you
Eternally in the flame of loves Olympian light

Michael Micmac Mccrory



'Dog lover'


Hoi! Mister where’s your dog
Walking in the rain without a reason
Are you finding it a slog?
Walking alone in the rainy season

I have to walk on my own
My wife has gone and so is rover
I am forever to walk alone
My wife has said it’s over

She met a very wealthy man
Now she is living in clover
However, when she up and ran
Did she have to take rover?

Just walking in the rain
Thinking of the great lost I’ve had
Rains not washing away the pain
I don’t miss her, but taking rover makes me sad

Michael Micmac Mccrory



'Father Nicholas'

‘Father Nicholas’

He was born to go to hell
That is where he is bound
Right now he’s in a cell
For messing with children of this town

He wore a priest’s cassock
He was there to nurture young minds
But he got them to kneel on the hassock
Then he took them from behind

Now as he sits in his prison cell
Things on his mind to dwell
Is it the truth he’ll tell
Not a chance in hell

The children have to get it level
They have to see it in their eyes
They have to know that old nick, was Satan
He was the devil in disguise

Michael Micmac Mccrory



Forever in Boots

Swimming costume, bib and tucker
Stonewashed jeans or three-piece suits
Never going to be, a tidy looker
I am the man, forever in boots

Funerals, parties or weddings
Working days or evening pursuits
Planting flowers in their beddings
I am the man, forever in boots

I want to be forever in boots
I wear boots on land or sea
I can be a miserable old coot
If you hide my boots from me

In the ring wearing boxing boots
On a horse in my riding boots
At the riverside in Wellington boots
Happy to be the man, forever in boots

Man forever in boots
Seeks woman, to be his puss in boots
For country hikes, in walking boots
Eternal happiness, both; forever in boots
Michael Micmac Mccrory
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Poems By Poet Michael Micmac Mccrory