Best Mcclure Poems
TED
A cheating farmer called Teddy McClure
Thought that his wife knew but he wasn't sure
Oh boy she knew alright
Cos when he took a bite
Of his sandwich it contained pig manure...
AMY
A flat chested girl called Amy Sparrow
Went for a boob job down in Palermo
Now cant keep her back straight
Because of the dead weight
And she now has to use a wheelbarrow...
FLYING HERD
Have you ever thought what if cows could fly
Imagine ducking as a herd flew by
You'd have to wear a hard hat
Or risk being hit by a pat
And goggles in case you're hit in the eye...
THE LOVERS
Two lovers went in the woods all alone
Lots of oohing and aahing and a moan
They're on Utube on show
And what they didn't know
Someone filmed them from above with a drone...
FRED DYER
Did you hear about poor Freddie Dyer
Fell and mangled his manhood on barbed wire
His bits they couldn't save
But opera fans rave
His falsetto singing in the choir...
Written 29th April 2020.
Categories:
mcclure, humor,
Form:
Limerick
"Woman raises over $315K for homeless veteran . . ." ABC News Nov '17
A homeless man with only twenty dollars to his name,
a sincere good Samaritan with no designs on fame,
observed a stranded woman near the interstate one night
and knew he had to be the one to remedy her plight.
When she remained in her locked car, just as he asked, he went,
to buy a can of gasoline. She must have thought God sent
an angel to her rescue. She and many more would show
they could be good Samaritans as well, and all would know
compassion thrives in many hearts. No matter how stone-cold
the world may seem, there still remain those willing to be bold
in giving. Kate McClure set up a GoFundMe account;
a throng of caring people raised a sizeable amount.
They want to see this ex-fire fighter/vet back on his feet.
They feel that Johnny Bobbitt rates a life beyond the street.
Sometimes one person’s actions serve as catalysts that lead,
as in this case, to numerous kind and noteworthy deeds.
Topic 6: Newspaper Headline
Johnny Bobbitt, age 34 at the time, was also a paramedic. He fell on hard
times due to personal issues.
April 26, 2018, entered in Jamie Pan's Interesting Contest 3
Categories:
mcclure, giving,
Form:
Rhyme
traitors breath
love betrayed
broken faith
Lori Lucas McClure
For contest Ellip sponsored by Gigno
2/28/13
Categories:
mcclure, lost love,
Form:
Haiku
Tis torture and not mercy. Heaven is here!
Painfully in reach and yet no power is apt to attain thee.
What shall then quell passions pursuit?
Oh heart that yearns for thee alas, such arduous love aroused.
Thou oh love alone, can satisfy mine soul’s longing.
Mine heart's own song could not yet free itself from the depths of mine desire for thee.
Every hope is but vain indeed.
I muse at thy enchantments and with bated breath whisper thy name.
Tis torture true not to hold thee,or caress thy tender cheek with withered hand
False hearted thou wert and yet still thou whispered promised pleasure’s untrue
In silence and tears mine days spent with the bitter-sweet taste of heaven on mine lips
and arms that shall never forget.
Tis torture and not mercy, Heaven was here!
written by Lori McClure
Categories:
mcclure, heaven, lost love, love,
Form:
Blank verse
music
aching, longing
sacred romance kindled
l yrical expression heart’s journey
Psalmist
Written by: Lori Marie McClure 9/9/11
For Nette Oclaud's contest: Melody of Cinquain
Categories:
mcclure, love, music,
Form:
Cinquain
miss vanessa cardui
painted lady; tainted picture
madame butterfly; miyo
•Miyo "Beautiful child"
written by Lori McClure
Haiku Me Some Nature
Categories:
mcclure, fantasy, funny, nature, satire,
Form:
Haiku
Song of the waves beckon
the heart calleth, deep unto deep
captive mistress of the sea
This poem is dedicated to the fisrt time I saw
the ocean. I watched the sun rise over the Alantic Ocean.
I remember I stood there looking over the ocean,
and it seemed as though the whole world held its breath,
and then the sun came up! I was her captive from that moment.
by Lori McClure
Categories:
mcclure, love, sea, sun,
Form:
Haiku
Two hearts surrender
To what can no longer be
A ravaged heart self-deceived
Desire out of breath
Passion’s fever now grows cold
Our words have fallen silent
Grief akin to pain
Surrendering forever
Past the point of no return.
written by: Lori McClure
contest : Relationship Break-ups
Categories:
mcclure, girlfriend-boyfriend, lost love, sad,
Form:
Choka
White
Lacey
Curtain blows
Breath of life gone
Empty
faith
Grows strong
In man’s heart
sacrifices
paid
Written by Lori McClure
for Nette Onclaud "TURN ON THE LATERNE"
Categories:
mcclure, death, faith, life, love,
Form:
Lanterne
wild hearts beneath a lover's moon in naked truth and splendor of want
by Lori McClure 9/7/11
for contest: Constance La France ~ A Rambling Poet ~
Write it in one line, Please
Categories:
mcclure, love, passion,
Form:
Monoku
With unnatural restraint he quells his primal urge
Guarding something of himself; half man, half wolf
Languished captive, no hope of escape
The power of love grows stronger still
Helpless, against his own will.
Inflamed with savage desire
He catches a glimpse of her through the trees
With a wildly pulsating heart he rises to meet her
Unquenched desire rises as he lifts his head high
Sorrow overwhelms him as he lets out his howling cry.
He gazes upon her, his savage heart softened and tamed
by her golden flame as he beholds her face etched upon the moon
written by Lori McClure
contest: Wolfman in Love
Categories:
mcclure, animals, love, passion, heart,
Form:
Free verse
"A love so tender that it cannot be expressed
in word and mak's the heart ache because of it.”
Sweet half-forgotten memories
Resurrected with the whisper of your name
A love that could never be tamed
Wild and free
My magnificent obsession, my eternal flame
Etched upon my heart a love that cannot be written,
A haunting that grips my heart with a palpable waves of longing
Inevitably changed... never to be the same
by: Lori MCClure
for A Poem Please
Categories:
mcclure, girlfriend-boyfriend, lost love, romance,
Form:
Free verse
I see thy broken heart bleed, wet upon thy face.
The sorrow of thy heart finds echo in mine.
Will love once more breathe its awakening breath?
I beg of thee, allow me to reclaim thy wounded heart,
oh yield your love to me!
Can true love yet tempt thee from the sorrows of thy heart?
My dearest love, teach me the words to thy heart’s song
that I may woo thee with love’s sweetest melody.
Turn thy thoughts from heartache and pain,
and surrender to my offering.
Written by:Lori McClure
contest: two to fourteen/ Brian Strand
Categories:
mcclure, devotion, forgiveness, girlfriend-boyfriend, love,
Form:
Blank verse
An enterprising widowed woman is Abby McClure.
She owns and operates a lumberyard, and is financially secure.
Her sister Maxine can't stand to see Abby unattached.
She knows a man named Jake Iverson, and gets them matched.
Jake has a daughter, and Abby has three boys.
All of the children are considered great joys.
However, the marriage requires everyone to make adjustments.
This puts this newly-formed family into unusual predicaments.
Do you think this union will work out successfully?
All you have to do is watch the movie.
Based on the 1968 film "With Six, You Get Eggroll"
Categories:
mcclure, children, love, marriage,
Form:
Rhyme
THE BEAT POETS BEAT
In the heart of San Francisco, Beat poet and publisher, Lawrence Ferlinghetti's City Lights bookstore shines bright, where words dance like shadows and the Beat poets ignite the night/
October 7, 1955 history takes a breath and five souls step onto the stage at Gallery Six, defying convention, flirting with death/
Allen Ginsberg, with fire in his eyes, unleashes “Howl” with a thunderous cry, a manifesto of madness and a rebellion against the lie/
Philip LaMantia, haunted, reads to his dead friend, his poetry, weeping, echoing a voice that refuses to bend/
Michael McClure paints images, Gary Snyder sings with the trees and Philip Whalen whispers wisdom, each line a gust of the breeze/
Jack Kerouac, a slick cat, the pulse on the side, cheering from the sidelines at the Six, his heart a drum, a ride, his “Beatitude” was full of pride/
Man, he was having a poet’s blast and wrote about that first gig of Beat poets at Gallery Six in The Dharma Bums/
Dig it people, Kerouac was a hipster and juicehead all rolled into one, his words will last into the beat of a new jazz thing/
The rhythm of jazz where poetry flows and grows, drunk poetry fans are lost in the haze, sipping inspiration, caught in the craze/
So, dig the jazz of Charlie ‘Bird’ Parker, Miles, Diz, and Monk where each note is a heartbeat, each beat a junkie’s funk/
Bebop intertwines a new vision in the structure of their poet dreams, crazed improvisational jazz solos are a tapestry of spoken word screams/
So let us raise a glass to words unchained, to the Beat Generation, where poetry reigned/
The echoes of City Lights, let their legacy shine bright, for in the lines of their verses we find our voice, our fight/
Categories:
mcclure, spoken word,
Form:
Spoken Word