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Best Poems Written by Christy Mcmillan

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Motown

The super Supremes, are just one of the groups
Of Motown stars singing their style.
And do not forget the tempting Temptations
Who stayed on the top for awhile.
While The Supremes and Temps had various hits
And fans of intense devotion,
T`was Smokey who performed my favorite Mo-tune;
My pick—Second that Emotion.
We musn`t forget Gladys Knight and the Pips,
Or the grooving of Stevie Wonder.
The dancing and costumes that were The Four Tops—
The crowds applause sounded like thunder.
Time will remember the Bubblegum craze and
The Disco, with the silver ball.
And I know that history will certainly show
Motown`s one of the best of them all.

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Turning Point

The trauma teams were ready, but no one arrived for care.
Uneasy feelings of anticipation lingered there.
A city all in darkness in the middle of the day.
And fire fighters beepers—calling help to find it`s way.

The citizens were helpless as they wandered aimlessly.
We sat glued to our newscast, not sure what we wished to see.
And then the word the Pentagon had also been attacked;
Just knew right then our life had changed, we`re never going back.

A missle full of loved ones had just crashed into a field,
Oh, God, what other tragedies will nine eleven yield?
The cell phones carried messages; and prayers and I love yous.
Last words of strength from families that had so much to lose.

Manhattan`s double buildings that once punctured through the sky—
Were now a pile of ashes to its people passing by.
A nation stunned and terrified began to understand
That we had let our guard down in this unsuspecting land.

Yet in the months that followed, we united one and all—
Determined we would never see another building fall.
But now the months have turned to years, the memories not so bright.
We must not let another “axis” member hit our sights.

So let`s inform our leaders, let them know how much we care.
And that we`ll teach our grandchildren to prize the land we share.
Our country has been blessed with peace, one nation under God.
We must unite to keep it ours, to walk on freedom`s sod.

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Boomer Tv

Can you remember Lost in Space, Bonanza and Gunsmoke?
How about Leave it to Beaver—all the fun they`d poke?
The Dick VanDyke Show made us laugh, and so did Mr Ed.
And all the married couples had to stay in their own bed.
Jeannie couldn`t show her navel.  Father did know best.
Tom and Dickie Smothers really failed the censors test.
Red Skelton was a classy clown who always made you smile.
Ed Sullivan ruled who was hot, and who would wait awhile.
Barney lived in Mayberry with Opie and Aunt Bea.
Mockingbird Lane was the home of Grandpa and Eddie.
Flipper ruled the ocean blue, and Gentle Ben the land.
Lassie barked until he knew he made you understand.
Bewitched showed us a mortal married to a cute, blonde witch—
Defied the laws of gravity with just a little twitch.
Petticoats were at the junction; the nun was flying high.
My Favorite Martian stole our hearts. And Laugh-In said good-bye.
Gilligan and Skipper tried to keep the rest from harm.
And Eddie Albert took his wife—from New York to the farm.
These shows were entertainment, without blood, and guns, and gore.
And maybe someday, Hollywood will see this, and make more.

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A Talk With Grandpa

A Talk with Grandpa






I sat with grandpa by the creek one lazy day in June.
We talked about so many things—
The sun, the stars, the moon.
He caught for me this funny thing, a “mudpuppy”, he said.
It was all wet and had four feet,
Red gills around it`s head.
And then he told me something at the time that I thought wild;
He said that I would be someone
Once  grown-up, not a child.
He said I could do anything I set my mind to do,
That he knew I would do great things—
His heart felt it was true.
It`s funny how a simple talk stirs something deep inside.
And I, just as a little girl
Sensed love he could not hide.
And though he has been gone for years, I still can hear those words
Of talk we shared alone that day
With nature, and the birds.

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I Miss You, Dad

I hope that you can hear me, dad.
The ache today is strong.
I thought I saw a glimpse of you.
My mind tells me I'm wrong.

Some days this torture I can bear.
My memories ease the pain.
But soon my heart regains control;
Grief surfaces again.

Please know that I did realize
How fortunate I was,
That I could always visit you--
If only "just because."

I feel the bruising of your loss
Will remain blue and black.
Such pain can't fade to lighter hues
Since you're not coming back.

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Christmas Grief

Christmas Grief







I know the lights upon your tree
Won`t seem so bright this year.
And carols that the children sing
You may not want to hear.

The Holidays bring back the pangs
Of grief within your heart.
And once again, you`ll question why
Your loved one had to part.

The Lord provides us loved ones but,
Recalls them all to soon.
Then Christmas seems to reinforce
Your world is out of tune.

Hold tight to friends and family,
They`ll shelter you with love.
Through them you`ll sense your loved one`s heart 
From heaven up above.

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Headliines of a Child

Events embedded in my mind—from the decade of 6-0,
Return to me as vivid now, as they were long ago.
I went to bed afraid at night, fearing missiles from the south.
Ears ringing from the bearded man, words of fire from his mouth.

We were sent to recess early, one cold November day.
I saw my teacher crying, at what Cronkite had to say.
The news crackled through the speaker, that was mounted on our wall.
We all remained so silent, as we filed into the hall.

Into our living rooms they came, the four of them that night.
There`s no way you could hear them, but were thrilled with just the sight.
Who ever would have known right then what headlines they`d create?
That the joy they brought to us was not a temporary state. 

As teens we saw the “Shindig”, take its parting farewell ride.
And were saddened at the news that Lucy`s thrifty landlord died. 
Then Hoover told the public that Lee Harvey was alone.
True Grit and Midnight Cowboy clenched the big screen movie`s throne.

Confusion reigned inside my mind about the raging war.
Thousands of our young men left, unsure about the score.
My mind told me if Uncle Sam sent our boys off to fight,
Then that`s the way it had to be, for weren`t they always right?

Lulu sang to Sidney, songs of undying affection.
The hills alive with Julie— we witnessed pure perfection.
Neil Armstrong took one giant step for man, upon the moon.
The songs over the rainbow ceased, that year, the end of June.

Memories like these inside my mind, are carved, so not to die.
A Boomer`s recollection—more than Hollywood could supply.
It`s comforting to reminisce about the times gone past.
And now I see, as an adult, they went by all too fast.

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Salute To the Beatles

They Come Together, and Get Back, and then just Let it Be.
The Yellow Submarine needs Help; and will you Please Please Me?
Sargent Pepper`s Lonely Hearts Club had A Hard Days Night.
Rubber Soul shot the Revolver at the Album White.
Imagine it was Yesterday, when we got No Reply!
You Can`t Do That?, Think for Yourself, and then please Tell Me Why.
Don`t Let Me Down, cause If I Fell, we couldn`t Twist and Shout.
Or take the Magic Mystery Tour, without Michelle, no doubt.
Across the Universe there`ll be The Long and Winding Road—
And just past the Strawberry Fields—the famous Abbey Road.
Well, Do You Want to Know a Secret?  P.S. I Love You.
Run for Your Life, Eight Days a Week, if you don`t Love Me Do.	
But You Won`t See Me, so I guess I`ll just Follow the Sun.
You`ve Got to Hide Your Love Away— If I Needed Someone.
I think You`re Gonna Lose That Girl, and no, It Won`t Be Long—
But Anytime at All, Another Girl would be just wrong.
Cause You Like Me Too Much, but I won`t let you Drive My Car.
I`m not aware of What Goes On, I Need You where you are.
I keep the Beatles In My Life, their music makes me smile.
And When I`m 64,  I`ll still enjoy it for awhile.

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Dreams

Dreams are your visions that no one can steal.
They arrive in the darkness of night.
A window to feelings you cannot conceal
When your body`s too tired to fight.

Wishes and hopes you`ve tucked safely away
Can resurface in vivid detail.
Fears and frustrations of previous days
May return on a much larger scale.

Escaping to dreams can be a relief
From your life`s everyday endless stress.
Or a chisel to chip at the boulder of grief
Left in place of a loved ones caress.

So, yes, in a way, our dreams tell a tale
Of our lives greatest triumphs and pain.
And sometimes the real world may appear pale
To the unconscious memories you gain.