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Poems By Poet Michael Micmac Mccrory  10/24/2014 3:27:09 AM
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'First Foot'

‘First foot'

A bit of coal with no soot
In the hand of the first foot
But as prices get higher
You should have brought a blazing fire

Michael Micmac Mccrory



Free Poetry

Oh dear, oh dear, oh dearie me
The page is empty devoid of words
Absolutely word free

Along comes a wannabe poet
And before you know it
The freedom of the empty page is marred

But this wannabe poet
Wants the page to be free
So I’ll write a poem

Oh dear, oh dear, oh dearie me
Now! The page is only half free
This wannabe poet has become an invader

I sat before the empty page
It looked too empty, too free
So I destroyed it's peace
To set my mind free
The page is no longer free
It's peace is ruined to free me

Now the wannabe poet feels free
Getting something written
Breaking the word blindness

Sometime the innocent suffer
To set others free
This innocent page has suffered
To set this wannabe poet free
But around the poem
The rest of the page stays free

We both have a shared sense of freedom
A sense is all it will ever be
There is no such thing as being totally free
Michael Micmac Mccrory



'Growing Pains'

‘Growing Pains'

The fast flowing water
Swirling from side to side
Rushing busily forever
In the pompous brook
Tearing along speedily
Hurrying to grow into a river

The fast growing youth
Bobbling along the road
As fast as he can
Rushing to be important
Emanating airs and graces
Hurrying to grow into a man

Life's a lot faster
As I hobble along
Now I'm an aging man
Still, when the lassies go by
I dance pompously as a youth
Hurrying along, looking as important I can

Michael Micmac Mccrory



'Holy wars'

‘Holy wars’

I wish I was born in B.C.
Instead of Nineteen-fifty-four A.D.

I wouldn’t have had to endure
Computers and other machines
That don’t do what they were made for

There would be no guns or bombs
There would be no British rule
There would be no ‘Man made’ ‘Holy wars’

Michael Micmac Mccrory
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Poems By Poet Michael Micmac Mccrory