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Best Poems From
MICHAEL MICMAC MCCRORY
(25/01/1954)
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'Untidy thoughts'
‘UNTIDY THOUGHTS’
Untidy thoughts are in my head
There’s a wandering in my mind
No rest, even in bed
No peace to find
Everyone seems to remonstrate
You’re just lazy that’s all
How can I demonstrate?
My minds not on the ball
Some say it is sad
The way he’s gone to seed
They remember the bright lad
Always in the lead
Got to, have to, find a way
To get back my sanity
I know I can do better
Or is this just vanity
Need a kick up the ass
I am told to get a grip
No one has an easy cure
I’ve let it slip too much
Life will pass me by
Of that, there is no doubt
No use to sit and sigh
Need to Get up, get out
Untidy thoughts in my head
No reason or rhyme
Better of dead
A complete waste of time
Sorry mum, sorry dad
For wasting your genes
Some people although it’s sad
Are not fit to be human beings
MICMAC
Michael Micmac Mccrory
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Untitled and Unheard
“Untitled and unheard”
The reason of me, you would never have heard
I was not a shepherd; I was one of the herd
To be in the limelight, I was not that keen
You could pass me by, I would remain unseen
I was not a leader, I was not me laddo
You won’t have seen me hiding in the shadow
I was not an entertaining type of chap
I was in the audience, but you wouldn’t hear my clap
I was too mild, I was too weak
I was too scared to turn the other cheek
I was the one with my head bowed
I never stood out in a crowd
Then I met you my love
Now I am the envy of all men
MICMAC
Michael Micmac Mccrory
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'Used to be a pilgrim'
‘Used to be a pilgrim’
I used to be a pilgrim, with a searching mind
Searching for a better world to live in
A world with a caring’ loving humankind
I found a world of war, gluttony and sin
I used to be a pilgrim, looking for the truth
Filling my mind with knowledge and fact
Education was the meat of my youth
Until I found, life was not an act
I used to be a pilgrim, looking for love
Taking love where and when I found it
I enjoyed the push and shove
Free love, I found I didn’t fit
I used to be a pilgrim, but I’m not searching no more
Now I spend my days thanking the man above
I’ll leave pilgrimage to the students of folklore
Now that I’ve found Noireen and true love
MICMAC
Michael Micmac Mccrory
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'Welcome to the real world'
‘Welcome to the real world’
You should have read between the lines
If you did, you wouldn’t cry
Inside the suit was a real man
Who like all of us, would eventually die
Please remember to read the fine print
There is no such thing as Santa Claus
The man in the suit was real
Like every one of us he had his flaws
I know how you feel
Your young, you still believe in Santa Claus
But if you had, read the small print
You would have seen it's Satan’s clause
Adults want you to have something to believe
It’s the lesser of two evils
Your nice and quiet when you play with your toys
Santa claus is really the devil
He lulls you into a false sense of happiness
Then he pulls away the rug
You become a disillusioned youth
Now your one of his thugs
Santa is an anagram of Satan
Welcome to the real world…………
Michael Micmac Mccrory
Michael Micmac Mccrory
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