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Poems By Poet Michael Micmac Mccrory  8/20/2014 7:21:03 PM
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  MICHAEL MICMAC MCCRORY (25/01/1954)
 
 
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  13.     

'Camping for pleasure'

‘CAMPING FOR PLEASURE’

FIRST TIME, WE HADN’T EVEN GOT THE TENT OUT
THERE WAS THUNDER AND LIGHTENING
THEN IT PISSED DOWN WITH RAIN
SECOND TIME, IT SNOWED AND SNOWED
THE GROUND TURNED TO ICE
THE ICE TURNED TO AN ICE HOT PAIN

THE THIRD TIME, WE WERE TRAMPED ON
BY A MARAUDING HERD OF SHEEP,
ONE TIME WASN’T ENOUGH, SO THEY DID IT AGAIN
THE FOURTH TIME, STORMS BLEW AWAY THE TENT
BUT THE NIGHT IN THE HOTEL WAS HEAVEN SENT
THEN I WENT AND CAUGHT A TRAIN
FIFTH TIME, THE SCOUTMASTER GOT HIS WILLIE OUT
I TOOK HIS TENT PEG AND GAVE HIM SUCH A CLOUT
YOU’LL GUESS WHERE NO DOUBT, SO HARD
FROM SUCH ACTIVITIES IN FUTURE HE’LL REFRAIN

I SAID TO MY PAL LES THAT’S MY LAST CAMPING TRIP
NO USE TO COMPLAIN EVEN THOUGH IT IS INANE
LIKE WEARING A BALL AND CHAIN
IN THE MAIN FOR THE PLAIN ON THE PLAINS
WILL SOMEONE PLEASE EXPLAIN, WHAT’S TO GAIN
I THINK IT’S ALL INSANE
LES SAID THEY CALL IT CAMPING FOR PLEASURE


MICMAC
 
Michael Micmac Mccrory
   
 

   
   
 

  14.     

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
   
 

   
   
 

  15.     

A Poem in Mime

The poetry is in the mime
It has the perfect metre
Such an immaculate rhyme
There is none greater

All in the movement
Although it’s not on a page
Maybe an improvement
Poetry that doesn’t age

Poetry without a word
What a clever notion
It’s not that absurd
It’s all in the motion

A sign of the times
Not like the old days
Poetry without rhymes
Expressed in different ways


(MICMAC)
 
Michael Micmac Mccrory
   
 

   
   
 

  16.     

An Original

‘An Original’

Is repetitive a word
That can be used repetitively.
Does a repeating rifle
Ever repeat what they have heard
When you dig up the turf
Why does it re-peat itself
Why does Katie want to re-pete?
Is it to get ‘Ice Cold in Alex’?
I could go on but I’m all petered out
I don’t want to repeat myself
I don’t want to be
Repetitively repetitive repeatedly
By the way
This is not a repeat
It’s an Original



MICMAC
 
Michael Micmac Mccrory
   
 
 
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