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  MICHAEL MICMAC MCCRORY (25/01/1954)
 
 
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  57.     

'The True Poets'

‘The True Poets’

Joshua Tracey said the poets that hates themselves are true poets
The true poets are the poets that hates the poetry they write
But they love themselves for writing them
They love to hear; your poem was brilliant so they can say not quite

My poetry is trite it doesn’t quite scan
My poetry is an abomination to man
My poetry is an extension of little old me
Sometimes in rhyme sometimes flowing free

The poet use words in clever ways
Then wants to take all the praise
But any old fool can make up a rhyme
I could do it myself if I had the time

Sometimes I wish I was like grandma
Then the words like the river would easily flow
But I’m not very good at grammar
So into the river; me; I will throw

Some poets think they are great wits
But they fail and collapse in bits
The real poets are the ones that know it
That there is no such thing as a true poet

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  58.     

‘Parallel View'

‘Parallel View'

I dropped a mug of tea
The mug broke into pieces
The tea formed a puddle
Pieces of the mug were floating in the tea

I thought what a waste
My shattered life
Adrift in my mind


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  59.     

‘That was me; but who am I? '

‘That was me; but who am I? '

I was that man
Had gun did travel
Shot others for a fee

I was that man
Yet was that man me?
He's not who I am now

This old dog
Learnt some new tricks
I don't do what I used to do

That man was a part of me
He no longer exists
Yet without that man

Who would I be?
Would I still be me?
Am I me?

That was me
Should the question be
Who am I?

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  60.     

'A howling at the fouling'

‘A HOWLING AT THE FOULING’

People a howling
at dogs a fouling
And owners that just walk away
It smells like a cess
Clean up your mess
But the owners just let it lay

Cyclists then ride
Push it from side to side
The mess spreads
More dogs a walking
More reasons for squawking
The mess is up to our heads

The rain does pour
And spreads it more
And then it covers our houses
Pick it up
In a bag or a cup
And think of others you louses

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