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  MICHAEL MICMAC MCCRORY (25/01/1954)
 
 
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  29.     

'Reincarnation'

‘REINCARNATION’

A twinkle in his eyes
Catches her eyes
Their eyes love-locked
They speak their first words to each other
The first real date
The courting game
The gelling together, becoming real mates
They announce their engagement
Settle on a wedding date
The pre-nuptial plans
At last, the wedding day
A nice honeymoon suite
From sperm to baby
The baby is a boy
From boy to man
From a man to dust
The wind blows the dust into another man’s eyes
From dust to a twinkle
The twinkle in his eyes
Look out ladies

REINCARNATION!


MICMAC
 
Michael Micmac Mccrory
   
 

   
   
 

  30.     

Tantric Poetry

Phone: Ring, ring, ring

Him: There goes the phone
Hello who’s there?

Her: It’s me darling
Are you on your own?
I’ve been lying here on my bed
With thoughts of you in my head
I want you to please me
With sweet loving words of poetry

Him: Oh alright; here goes
I’ll start at the bottom
At the tip of your toes
I’d like to kiss each one
Then rub you all over with my nose
Show love: like the Eskimos

Then there’s your dainty feet
Small and ever so sweet
Up to your ankle
Caressing gently with a tickle
I hope this doesn’t rankle
I aim to please you

My tongue ascends up your leg
To the upper reaches of your thigh
Stopping at your knee
To acclimatise as I get high

See as I massage your back
Turn you over to lick your tummy
On to your chin and cheeks
Then kiss your lips so yummy
Ending with a gentle blow in your ear

A little rest on your shoulder
Start, on my way down again
On the other side
Caressing, licking and kissing
All the bits I was missing
On the way up

I haven’t mentioned your naughty bits
Cause that would be obscene
I want the world to know that
Tantric poetry if practised right
Can be kept clean

I hope this poetry
Has pleasured your ears
I hope you get what I mean
This poem is for you my love
The most perfect human being

Now I am finished, I hope you love me
And I’m the one who you’ll always want
To be with you in your bed
But, please get it into your head
I love you but, heavens above
I like us to be in the same room
When we are making love

Michael Micmac Mccrory
 
Michael Micmac Mccrory
   
 

   
   
 

  31.     

'The Alphabet of love'

‘The Alphabet of Love'

A boy meets a girl
Both fall in love
Cupid performs his duty
Days getting to know her
Eyes only see her beauty
From morning to night
Girl tells boy
He is the one
In sickness and in health
Joined in matrimony
Kiss the bride
Love's young dream, matures
Mummy and Daddy
Nappies and noise
Old before their time
Parents don't do parties
Quick growing family
Ruining their waking hours
Sleepless nights, days and weeks
Tough times, more ahead
Utopian love was just a dream
Veritable nightmare
Wishing they had never met
X husband and wife
Young enough to fall in love again
Zzzzzzzzzzzzzzzz…….sleep on it, is it worth the hassle?

Micmac
 
Michael Micmac Mccrory
   
 

   
   
 

  32.     

'The empty canvas'

THE EMPTY CANVAS

The empty canvas
Here I stand
Ready for the deluded illusion
To be painted, sketched or drawn,
Into the self portrait
I could eventually become

The canvas is empty
Waiting for me to become
A surrealist, because the image
Like the canvas is bereft of substance
Not finished, never to be done
Cos I’m still searching the real me

I will have to start
To begin the search
For the lines and shapes
That portray me
So that people can say
Aye! That was him

He filled the image
Live the life, fulfilled his potential
He was big enough and had importance
Sufficient meaning to his existence
Lived his life to the full
To fill the canvas was his desire

The canvas is still empty
Surrounded by scaffold and a dustsheet
Waiting for the day
Someone will pull the cord
Then paint my outer form
Then I will have to start
The search for the inner me

MICMAC
 
Michael Micmac Mccrory
   
 
 
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