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Best Poems From
MICHAEL MICMAC MCCRORY
(25/01/1954)
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' Having Money is Good For The Soul '
He brought the shears
To trim the weeds growing on the grave
I brought the tears
They flooded out with nothing left to save
New flowers placed on top
Inscriptions cleaned up, now easily read
All the weeds finally cropped
Now we pay our respects to the dead
An aging aunt; we barely knew
Always in the background as we grew
Mother dragged us by bus every Sunday to
Mother being the only one feeling blue
But now we go on Sunday’s too
To leave fresh flowers for our love ones there
Because mother’s in the grave with aunty sue
We go, not because we care
Aunty Sue left mother a huge fortune
Mother died left the money to both of us
The sound of jingling coins playing our tune
We go home in a roller to hell with the bus
Next Sunday I’ll bring the shears
To trim the weeds growing on the grave
He’ll will bring the tears
Because he is one of the tear shedding brave
We barely knew mother’s sister Sue
But we think she was just a honey
Missing her is something we just won’t do
But we will enjoy spending her money
Michael Micmac Mccrory
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' The Unpublished Poets '
They were only half way to heaven
Stranded on a cloud
They were shouting and yelling
But they couldn’t have been loud
They were howling at the moon
Too softly to be heard
They could shout until doomsday noon
They’ll find out nobody cared
Not rude not bad not rotten
But they still had to go
They were the forgotten
Nobody wanted to know
They were not good enough to save
Nor bad enough to be lost
They just don’t know how to behave
So their left out in the frost
They were only half way to heaven
Stranded on a cloud
The unwanted poets
Shouting and yelling their poetry
To people who didn’t want to know
This is what unpublished poets have to do
Walk about with their heads in the clouds
Michael Micmac Mccrory
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Poetic justice
‘POETIC JUSTICE’
POETRY
LOVE
PROSE
ENGLAND LOSING
THAT’S POETIC JUSTICE
TO THIS IRISHMAN
MICMAC
Michael Micmac Mccrory
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'Fireworks for love'
FIREWORKS FOR LOVE
Jumping Jack heart a leaping
At the sound of the Cherry-Bomb
The Bengal light lit up the night
The Roman Candle lit up the way
Tell me does anybody know the difference
Between the Fisgig and the Fizgig
Or a Rocket and a Skyrocket?
Can you throw a Banger
Further than a Bunger
Whizzbang wallop, there’s the Devil
Igniting a Catherine’s Wheel
Pastille coloured or just Maroon
Or a flaming red Iron Sand
Pyrotechnics for Halloween and Bonfire Night
I have a Throwdown and Tantrum
Then go away like a Creepy Serpent
The original Damp Squib
Off home, seething hot as a Volcano
To shower in a Fountain of love
With my darling, the nights one true Sparkler
Home with you, you my little Cracker
MICMAC
Michael Micmac Mccrory
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