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Best Poems Written by Richard Mcclellan

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Fishing Haiku


fishing excitement great,
landing one is fun,
to the water I must go,

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on the bank I do stand,
baiting my hook and casting the pole,
watching for line dance,

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moments of time tick,
awaiting a fish to bite,
fishing pole jerking,

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pulling to set the hook,
the fishing line is pulling my drag,
excitement flows,

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seeing the big fish swimming,
pulling it to the waters edge,
grab the fish to unhook,

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pushing the stringer through,
wonderful fish finally caught,
to the pan he goes so tasty,

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Bless Electricity


Power in the night time
flowing down those pole wires,
bless electricity!

your breakers not thrown,
bright light for everyone to see,
bless electricity!

armature moves,
electro-mechanical,
bless electricity!

tesla coil fires,
transistors begin switching,
bless electricity!

amplifier energy,
music notes play,
bless electricity!

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Fire Horse


Cast thy stone, like a fire climbing a tree,
highly strung, its fuel you need,
powerful, can carry a heavy load,
no question, a Fire Horse you be!

Inconsistent by nature, procrastinate but not in love,
your alluring beauty defined by a coat,
to cover with lust and a heart of gold,
fire burning inside, unbridled and afloat.

Motivated by a strength of will,
like the painter, color shining,
to create a picture from canvas,
it comes alive, the masterpiece is never blinding.

Fire Horse, free-willed, extraordinary,
an independent soul, sometimes forgetful are you,
your loathe of waste, drives you arbitrarily,
unwinding beauty, unenvious, you're never ice blue.

Oh ye Fire Horse, searing smoke in isle atoll,
galloping across the sea of life, fire heating the shore,
flames of love rising, burning within your soul,
a tsunami of devotion, your mane ablaze evermore!

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The House of Ene

There was a woman named Ene,
Mr. Ferguson she did follow,
She lost all her house,
Much space she's without,
Let's feel for Mrs. Ene Ferguson!

Now this lady named Ene,
Mr. Ferguson she did dream,
Her house hard to clean,
Yelling a maid she not be!
Let's feel for Mrs. Ene Ferguson.

So our woman named Ene,
Ole Mr. Ferguson, a hoarder he be!
Her house is a mess,
To fight she confessed and lost I digress,
Let's all feel sorry for Mrs. Ene Ferguson!

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Broken Heart


one heart black an blue
abandon cold immortal few
love annihilate by you

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bleeding in duress
a knife stabbed thy love to death
the heart is split into

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life in emptiness
blackened loneliness
covered thorny wreath

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please save loveless me
love fountain do cleanse over thee
father time repair

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love overjoyed
open heart wishful warmness
amorousness gold

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Friendship

Friendship

No matter how misconstrued,
one may be taken,
a gentle heart,
will never change,
and always shine through,

A friend,
that don't understand,
take their voices, pro or con,
with a pebble of rock salt,
They be what they have to be!

A friend nothing more,
and for sure never less,
that unknowingly to you,
is the measurement of their rule,
in your hand you carry,

For if one measures something else,
they're using the wrong scale,
while one may be mistaken,
their friendship ruled together,
will never be forsaken,

With that in mind,
like Jesus, the great carpenter,
he who builds a colossal house,
together our planks of companionship,
will build a friendship that can never be torn down!

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Bayonet, Combat, Boots

On a battlefield so far away,
those marching soldiers never play,
all scanning the horizon,
a target in question,
freedom defender,
with their rifle,
bayonet,
combat
boots.

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Freedom Is Not Free

Friend of freedom is close at hand,
Roaming the battlefields across our land,
Engulfed by whisps of smoke that somehow pervade,
Entrenched by the enemies' live grenades,
Directing their tracer fire across the sector,
Over the bloody scene carnage is a spectre,
Many have perished because freedom is not free!

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Late Winter Sunrise

From the morning twilight,

the sun rises too highlight,

a beginning of earthly birthright,

and set about the day,

The light, shining firsthand,

shimmers across the land,

as night feels its strife,

light's behemence to life.

The morning dew,

who once condensed,

decamps into air,

as incalescense prospers.

A light breeze jostles,

a branch in season dormant,

life passionately waiting,

this cold season's debarment.

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Soldiers Freedom

Standing in the trenches,
The sweat running down my face,
I adjust my steel pot
and increase my marching pace,

The day is hot,
steamy across the land,
you can see the heat,
on the distant sands,

My M-16 rifle is beside me,
I carry it so,
because the enemies of freedom,
are endless across the land,

They want to enslave us all,
under a blanket of their inept ideology,
However their army of misfits,
Will fall one by one.

Until freedom is boundless, prevalent, and wall-to-wall,
this soldiers job will never be done,
An endless struggle of epidemic proportions,
For freedom of the mind, heart, and soul suffers defeat;
Without the soldier's devotion to protect freedom and liberty for all.

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