Best Mclean Poems

...I WISH I'D LEARNED TO SEW

I wish I’d learned to sew
My mother asks me how
How I’ve survived till now…
I tell her I don’t know

I’m feeling so forlorn
My socks got old and ......

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...The following is a tribute to Vincent Van Gogh, the amazing artist who died of his own hand in 1890. He died, tragically alone, and in obvious pain, unrecognized and unappreciated by the people of hi......

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...All of the then-loving couples have been listening to all of the love songs from the 1970s, including the year 1974. Love has been in the air for all of the people back in the 1970s since the day doo......

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...Once vibrant and cheerful
but now sombre and grey,
the room of beating hearts
has been tainted with pain
and needless misery.
A life once cherished and loved
silenced by the unpredictability
of the f......

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...I miss the feeling of going for a midnight drive, having the windows down, blaring our favourite song, three, two, one and it was all gone. We were defiantly driving with one headlight, but we both k......

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...Raised by wormy flesh from the ravages of war
Broken years of struggle rose from ashes
seeking justice
Singers sung in joyous tones
Artists guiding frustrated youth 
to find new worlds, new cult......

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...Hector McLean.
Not Grandpa, nor Grandad or anything in between,
He was simply Uncle Hec to us, was dear old Hec Mclean.
The Western District, up Casterton way, from where he hailed,
And stories o......

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...You sought to spread God’s holy word
But Vincent, your voice went unheard 

To another passion you turned
In that fire, oh how you burned

The whirlwinds of your troubled mind
Were birthed onto your ......

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...American Pie surely proves 
that Don Mclean was deeply moved
by death in an Iowan snow
of three great artists in a show
by everything that was so changed
Americana rearranged
speaking for his g......

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...The song came on my radio and it took me back to ten years ago
The second time I heard the song, I began to sing along 
It sang about the cold sad day when the music died and went away
I missed th......

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...I still sit upon the window looking on
Into nothingness and void all forlorn
I can't begin to even try to believe
That i won't ever hear you sing or jive
Everything that shone with your exquisite......

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...there is a town on the high plains
on the way to nothing
in the way of nothing
and in no particular order
are a few too many trailer homes
nestling, vying, clinging closely
to their mother supe......

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...A composition on canvas; lyrics written for a song
Tortured was a soul asking, "Where do I belong?"
Daunted with a fragile mind but never was he blind
to being rejected although his love for h......

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...Our
              Hawaiian Sun
        got burned
               yesterday
  and cried all
              night ...
     usually day after
 our tradewinds turns and ...
              t......

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...My early morning post relates to the powerful emotions icons emit, when they leave us, forever in the physical sense.

Did the passing of an icon leave an impression on you?

Salute.

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