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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



Flickering Candlelight

‘Flickering candle light’

There she is, gliding along
Tells the world, she’s found Mr. right
She picked him out from the throng
In the shadow of a flickering candle light

He’s her vision; from the Ad’umbrate
Will pursue him, will go get
Just like Eve’s, Adam’s mate
Will tempt her Mr. silhouette

He give’s her that perfect feeling
Like a Queen Bee, surrounded by her swarm
As if she’s floating around the Perihelion
Wrapped in his arms, so snug and warm

Her Mr. silhouette put’s all the others in the shade
Switches on her love light
Her Mr. silhouette is as sharp as a blade
Says she found Mr. right

She’s planning a dream marriage
Their tale told, in the lyrics of a love song
With six Zebra’s to pull the carriage
With she says Mr. right, but! He says Mrs. Wrong

Another woman dies because of love
She couldn’t live, without her Mr. right
“Lesson to learn” Don’t pick your ‘Turtle Dove’
In the shadow of a flickering candle light

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



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
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Poems By Poet Michael Micmac Mccrory