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Best Poems From
MICHAEL MICMAC MCCRORY
(25/01/1954)
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Standing On The Edge
Standing on the edge
Today yet again
Here I stand in the rain
The soil beneath me
Turns to mud
Standing alone
With just memories
Of a fruitful past
The fruit now fallen
On the mucky grass
Standing like a smoking gun
All my bullets spent
Looking down a loaded barrel
Like a blind man in the glaring sun
No damage left to be done
All faculties have slowed down
All strength has flown away
At life I have tried
But yesterday I died
They bury me today
A dear friend
Someone just as old as me
Is by my grave today
Standing on the edge
Tomorrow who will it be
I’m lucky
It won’t be me
Michael Micmac Mccrory
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'Staring down'
‘STARING DOWN’
It is a familiarity
Staring down at me
A photograph that I kissed
Everyday, I never missed
I kissed it as I went out to work
Or on days off, having a shirk
Talked to it about my day
Smiled at it in a silly way
I would have a blessed rave at it
Although it is my favourite
Makes me feel heavy and mild
A picture of a mother and child
The child died while still little
Ever so small, fragile and brittle
The mother, my wife, full of joy
Of holding her sweet baby boy
The mother so young, sadly is dead too
So why? Picture do I still love you
Is it because you’re a familiarity,
Forever staring down at me
Or is it because of the two people from above
Invoking memories, that I once had love
It is a familiarity, staring down at me
Filling my heart with glee
MICMAC
Michael Micmac Mccrory
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'Suitably refreshed'
‘SUITABLY REFRESHED’
Suitably refreshed
Drunkenly caressed
One for the road obsessed
Morning after depressed
Hair of the dog, insides messed
I am an alcoholic, I confess
Path of life confused
Last nights drink being spewed
Walking a line, vision eschewed
Walk on by, do not be rude
Go home to the family, in a merry mood
Liver is shot, heart not so good
Back in the bar with my friends
I am hoping this fashion has no end
Getting blottoed, drunk and pissed is the trend
Drinking so much I got the bends
To the children what message this sends?
However, another drink, and my spirit soon mends
To be ‘suitably refreshed’ I intend!
MICMAC
Michael Micmac Mccrory
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'Swallow or spit'
Haiku
‘Swallow or spit’
Are you a swallower?
Or a spitter?
This is my first cigar
MICMAC
Michael Micmac Mccrory
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