Best Mcbride Poems
she was the victim of amplified suicide
what does that mean? I asked Detective McBride
She tried to hang herself first, he rapidly replied
But the knot in the rope had become untied
She took fifty-nine pills from a bottle
which explains why her skin has a bit of a mottle
she finally crashed her caddy into a bridge
in the next county over, by Strawberry ridge
How do you know it wasn’t an accident? I dared to ask.
The sixty-two-page suicide note next to her aluminum flask.
amplified suicide was a strange and new term to me.
But now a concept that I finally could see.
Categories:
mcbride, suicide,
Form:
Rhyme
On the beach sat the fisher McBride
With his pole in a stand by his side
Then suddenly he had a big bite
And his pole took off into flight
Up he sprang, his mouth open wide
Categories:
mcbride, beach, fishing,
Form:
Limerick
I once knew this guy. Fred McBride
Whose wishes were sadly denied
He was wed in the spring
But before he could bring
the needs, of his wife, satisfied !
It's a shame that this groom and his bride
Purchased bedsprings, wrapped, coiled and tied
Big Fred jumping on
Bounced up and was gone !! ...
Through the ceiling, the roof, then outside !!
Poor Fred hit his head, and had died
Leaving gapes in the roof, long and wide
That bed was spring-loaded
The bride soon reloaded
her bed, ...where a roofer resides !!
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For Deb's Contest: Spring Forward
3/2/15
Categories:
mcbride, funny, humor,
Form:
Limerick
He was named Joseph Steven McBride
He never had any fun it can’t be denied.
His life was all glum
Of joy he had none.
Since he never lived, he still hasn’t died.
Categories:
mcbride, humor, life,
Form:
Limerick
Known they are as the Lisbon Lions
But of the West of Scotland were they scions.
Etched in history is their name
Because of that 1967 game.
Immortality upon them is endowed
As they made their fans so proud.
But as the years do move on
So are we left with fewer sons.
One such by the name of McBride
Recently passed to the other side.
A centreforward of great repute
He could score with head or either foot.
Such a joy was he to watch
It made you so proud to be Scotch.
Yet all his roots dated back to Eire
Than which land none is fairer.
As a boy he grew up in Govan
Where the once proud Rangers' writ did run
However,because of their sectarian divide
He could not be signed by his local side.
He plied his trade skilfully and well
As every team he played for can proudly tell
He showed goalscoring was his great art
And his teamwork played a major part
When he finally joined them in the East End
He was destined to become a true legend
His goals set him in a world apart
And he played for Celtic with all his heart.
Although he played not in the European final
His contribution till Christmas that season was vital
With goals galore and impressive teamwork
He was a model player who would never shirk.
And so the crowning glory of his team
Without his contribution would not have been
As a man who never lost the common touch
He remains in our memories loved so much.
Categories:
mcbride, funeral, nostalgia, sports,
Form:
Rhyme
(female verse 1)
staring up at the darkened sky, stars come out lighting it up so bright
who knew I’d be standing here alone
after all we had now you’re gone
You took my heart when you fled
now I’m broken and empty, you left me in shreds
why did you choose to go
guess that’s the answer I’ll never know
(male verse 2)
staring up at your darkened eye, scars come out cutting it up so tight
who knew I’d be standing here alone
after all went bad now you’ve won
You tore me apart with words you said
now I’m broken and empty, you left me for dead
why did you choose to go
guess that’s the answer we’ll never know
(chorus duet)
Our love will last longer, together we’re stronger
We can turn back the time, and change the past
(Her) Can we turn back the time, (Him) Can we turn back the time
(Her) Can we turn back the time, (Him) Can we turn back the time
(verse 3)
(Her) Staring out at the sparkling sky, stars come out to our heart’s delight
(duet) Who knew we’d be standing together
we have a love that lasts forever
(Him) You fill me up with love in my heart
your hand in mine never far apart
(duet) that’s why I choose you
love is the answer we’ll always know
(chorus duet)
Our love will last longer, together we're stronger
We can turn back the time and change the past
(Her) Can we turn back the time, (Him) Can we turn back the time
(Her) Can we turn back the time, (Him) Can we turn back the time
(duet) Our love will last longer, together we’re stronger
(Her) Can we turn back the time, (Him) Can we turn back the time x4
written by
Warner Baxter and Elizabeth McBride
One Knight Stand Productions
all rights reserved
Categories:
mcbride, devotion, emotions, love, music,
Form:
Lyric
They come from every breed and colour
It's the life they live and they know no other
It's in their veins runnin strong
It's in their heart poundin on
It's a leap of faith into no man's land
Where usually the biggest are left to stand
It's just a dream or scene of the crash
That stops the cowboy dead in his tracks
They buck so hard and no one knows
The next move these bulls will throw
There's no routine or average path
Just pure athletics and skill to match
McBride and Marchi are always there
With Shivers and Moraes hot on the tear
It's these riders chance at fortune and fame
And the PBR is the name of the game
Categories:
mcbride, cowboy-western,
Form:
Rhyme
Oh Ireland i have seen your beauty
I have seen your hatred too
I have heard the songs of rebellion
The war of words,the words of death.
You remember Pearce,Connolly and Mcbride
You forget the children who have died
Died because of your ignorance
Died,because of you,the people
Who stand and watch,then turn away
When will you learn that no-one wins
In the game of war and hate
But everybody loses
For you, is it too late ??
Categories:
mcbride, courage, death, freedom, hope,
Form:
Merely Choices
Millions of hugs and millions of kisses are missing
So too those glorious days for reminiscing
Too many balls and too many dolls never played with
Sixty million laughing voices, silenced as merely choices
We now ride with young Willie McBride
But you will never sit at our graveside
For us there are no white crosses, no names upon a wall
No one’s even heard our voices, we are gone as merely choices
No glory, no honor, no eternal flame
No laughing, no crying, no chance at a game
Our demise rationalized as a right
Since we had not a voice, we were extinguished as merely a choice
But we are a living heavenly chorus
Singing out that you might not ignore us
We were butchered on an alter deemed progress
Sixty million silent voices, sacrificed as merely choices
Categories:
mcbride, abortion, baby, child, culture,
Form:
Free verse
Elsie the cow brought home the twins.
They were in a cart with an errant wheel that spins.
You have a little bull! The other cows said.
And a darling girl, Elsie said, her cheeks all red.
But a bull cow is something! Mixie Cow replied.
You are so lucky to have one! agreed Mrs. McBride.
And a little girl, Elise said, to straighten them out.
They did not understand, and she did not pout.
Girls and boys, boys and girls, both precious and sweet.
Neither better than the other, both a genuine treat.
Elsie the cow knew better than most.
of both girls and boys a mama can boast.
Categories:
mcbride, 10th grade, 11th grade,
Form:
Rhyme
The pork chops were ten meters thick.
The gravy was never lumpy, always totally slick.
Grandma’s kitchen had smells found nowhere else ever.
She was fantastic with food, surprisingly witty and clever.
Her dishes were plain, blue and white, with a scene inside.
They were scrubbed thoroughly by my Uncle Malcom McBride.
He had never married, which is why we usually had a female guest.
He had seven sisters; do I need to add on the rest?
Grandma would include anyone who wanted to come in and help.
We started carrying platters of croissants and rolls as a young whelp.
Cinnamon sugar pie crust was sitting on the back porch all the time.
To get to it we walked through smells of pumpkin, sage, peach and lime.
Grandma’s pies were in place, but we knew the absolute rule.
To take one before dinner would be death to that fool.
Amid giant platters of potatoes, corn, roast beef, in this fragrant place,
We all sat down together, and waited while grandma said grace.
Categories:
mcbride, food, grandmother,
Form:
Rhyme
In a dim lit barroom, sitting
never quiet, I do say
there’s a man ever present
with a game there to play
If you have some quarters
and some time there to fill
seek out this man, Patty,
as he’ll give you a thrill
With many a story
a tale he would tell
Patty drinks his worth
and does it quite well
with always a pint
or a mug there in hand
you’d be so surprised
at how well he could stand
For he holds well his liquor
and does so with pride
So you shouldn’t play quarters
with Patty McBride
Categories:
mcbride, funny, imagination, life,
Form:
Quatrain
Wife’s hair was blowing when they took their ride.
My hairdo is awful! Said Mrs. Goosy McBride.
Her old geezer husband said “wish we had stayed inside.”
No longer cherishing his time with his bride.
They are grumpy for sure, said a neighbor who saw.
She is a doctor, and he studies boring mortgage law.
They never smile or party or wave or act friendly at all.
Their persnickety stuck-up attitudes are rather small.
Categories:
mcbride, 1st grade, 2nd grade,
Form:
Rhyme
I know I should not care
About the skinny ribs of a pear
But when you are eating one
And your tooth gets hurt, it is no fun.
I thought they did not have bones I said.
Who told you that? Asked my neighbor Red.
I had some before, and there was nothing hard inside.
Maybe they took the ribs out, suggested Mr. McBride.
Categories:
mcbride, 3rd grade, 4th grade,
Form:
Rhyme
Who who who?
Who’s out there? Asked the frightened humans hiding inside.
It’s the mouse-kah-treaters, yelled out Mr. McBride.
We are singing for our supper, we’re on our knees!
Sang out the head mouse, Mr. Do-as-you -please.
Let them in! The kids yelled. Let them in! Let them in!
What do they want? Asked the human next door.
We want cheese! Candy! Cookies! Peanut butter and more!
Keep them out yelled the neighbor. I have been invaded before.
But the grandma inside who was hard of hearing, opened the door.
Categories:
mcbride, halloween,
Form:
Rhyme