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Miriam Mccue Poem
Hope!
Hope for what?
Change!
Change to what?
Change!
Change what?
Believe!
Believe exactly what?
Reform!
Reform what?
Reform!
Reform exactly into what?
Love!
Define Love.
Love!
Love what?
Love!
Love whom?
Love Humanity!
Humanity isn’t a person nor an animal.
Love Humanity!
Humanity is an abstraction.
Love humanity!
It’s easier to love humanity than a person.
Love humanity!
I’d rather love you!
Copyright © Miriam Mccue | Year Posted 2010
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(This poem is not directed at innocent spouses)
Chlamydia
Chlamydia, Chlamydia,
How do we get rid of ya.?
Take up painting,
Stay at home.
Learn to play the saxophone.
Raise Chihuahuas.
Learn cabinetry.
Take ballet lessons,
Make furniture for the family.
Write a novel,
Even if it stinks,
Don’t drown yourself in alcoholic drinks.
Write a poem
Raise a horse.
Cleaning up the stable,
Will keep you on course.
Stop feeling sorry,
For yourself,
Chlamydia feeds
On the dissatisfied elf..
Take up philoso-phy,
Learning to think
Helps keep your mind free.
Don’t become a societal leach,
Look at the ocean.
Go and lay down on the beach.
Enjoy the essence of your town,
The people, the smells, and the sounds.
Notice things you never noticed before.
(That will keep you off the floor.)
Get a cat or a dog,
It will even be good if you tended a frog.
Make it not always, “me, me,me”
Build a playhouse in a tree
Do good for the helpless,
Young and elder-ly.
Social disease is for people who have no good aims.,
And play too many selfish games.
Most of all,
Go pray in Church.
The Creator will never,
Leave you in the lurch.
Copyright © Miriam Mccue | Year Posted 2010
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“Country Christmas Carol” --- dedicated to my family
by Miriam McCue (creator of flamingo art, & poetry.so far.)
We love to sing Christmas songs,
My Grandson Bubba and I.
And when we sing Country Christmas.
We almost make the angels cry.
A Merry Country Christmas
To all those great Country Folk,
And even to the City Slickers,
Who also love to drink and smoke.
We’ll take a drink for Bubba, Aunt Mike and Cousin Jim,
And hope that this Christmas,
They’ll say a prayer and sing a hymn.
Gather round the still,
Country People all.
And hold up Uncle Bill
So the old coot doesn’t fall.
A Merry Country Christmas,
One full of country joy.
Little Willie wanted a 12 gauge,
But all he got was a toy.
Copyright © Miriam Mccue | Year Posted 2009
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When I opened the bill to my credit cards,
The pages measured seven yards.
Copyright © Miriam Mccue | Year Posted 2010
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Miriam Mccue Poem
The “Saga” of the Lonely Cactus
by Miriam McCue
Introduction:
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Characters in order of appearance:
Lonely Cactus: He is a 6 foot Saguaro cactus with two arms (kind that looks like a man from
a distance.) (In real life these cacti have to be around 75 years old to get an arm.)
Kieran - My granddaughter
Aunt Mikey - My youngest daughter
Alphabet City - Part of the Lower East Side of NYC
Desert - This refers to desert surrounding Phoenix AZ
Manhattan - Name for the island of NYC, not including Brooklyn, Queens, etc.
Super - Nickname for the superintendent of a tenement or apartment building.
Assorted city street characters - Anonymous
Greenwich Village - West of the Lower East Side NYC
Lower East Side - Part of NYC ( name of it describes where it is)
Alphabet City - Part of the Lower East Side of NYC
Assorted city street characters - Anonymous
Central Park - Large man-made park in Center of NYC
Big Apple - Nickname for NYC
U.P.S - A delivery service (In poem pronounced by letters, no as “up sss” )
Casino - We all know what that is.
Donald Trump - Famous prominent business man
Copyright © Miriam Mccue | Year Posted 2010
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Whatever happens in Vegas,
Doesn't stay in Vegas.
It follows you home,
And You NEED SHOTS !
Copyright © Miriam Mccue | Year Posted 2011
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Dog barks. Cat screeching,
Horns honking, bus brakes squealing.
The world is at noise.
Copyright © Miriam Mccue | Year Posted 2009
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The Saga of the Lonely Cactus: “Lucky Cactus” Fifth Part
By Miriam McCue
The lucky Cactus is not just one only.
He is no longer sad and lonely.
Now he sits and sweats,
In the desert taking bets.
He works in a Casino they built there,
(Though it blocks him from the air).
Instead of New York’s noisy fights,
His eyes are lit up by neon lights.
Some think the desert is becoming a dump,
‘Cause of the Casino built there by Donald Trump,
But here the cactus stays and does not ramble.
He takes advantage of those who gamble.
He’s wheeling, and dealing, and holding tight,
All though the day and into the night.
So let us give the cactus his due,
When his four Queens beat our lowly two.
Here the cactus has adjusted quite well,
In what preachers may call “the gambling hell”.
At least here the sand does abound,
And other cacti are around.
All are learning to play the game,
And raking in cash, all the same.
So Good Bye to the Big Apple,
Rain and snow.
Hello to the nights of neon glow.
THE END of the Saga of the Lonely Cactus.
( We love a happy ending!)
Copyright © Miriam Mccue | Year Posted 2010
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Miriam Mccue Poem
He who is bored is bored with his own consent.
Copyright © Miriam Mccue | Year Posted 2010
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Saga of the Lonely Cactus: "The Lonely Cactus In New York City" Third Part
by Miriam McCue
The Lonely Cactus in New York City.
He cries ‘cause his life is a pity.
He misses the desert every day.
In New York he does not want to stay.
His tears are so very strong,
So his barrel will not have water in it very long.
The dogs use him for a fire plug.
The street addicts like to give him a slug.
They bother him day and night.
All they ever do is fight.
They scream all night and sometimes day.
The cactus never gets to play.
The police wake him with sirens loud,
This is no place for a cactus proud.
But he hopes and hopes,
And at night he prays,
That someone will come and take him away.
Back to the desert to get some peace,
Away from the junkies and police,
Where the night is so very still and dark,
Three thousand miles from Central Park.
Copyright © Miriam Mccue | Year Posted 2010
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