Dated: August 1, 2026
The calendar turns to August,
thick and slow,
But my screen is dark, with no
signal to show.
A silver shell sleeping
somewhere unknown,
An island of data, completely
alone.
No signal emits from its lithium
heart,
The map remains empty, tearing
hope apart.
The "Find My" command waits
suspended in time,
For a wire to wake it, a network
to climb.
But the lock is a fortress, the
boundary is deep,
The secrets inside it are safe in
their sleep.
Through the location its lost to
the shadow of fall,
The wall built of iron responds
to no call.
Big ol’ Big Mac
I’m tired of being tired.
I’m exhausted with exhaustion.
I wish I had the money to retire,
But that is not up for discussion.
I can’t sink my teeth into a big ol’ big mac.
The motivation I lack to go and fetch that.
I’m not too skint and I’m not a skin flint,
I just don’t have the energy of an energy drink.
I’m thinking of food when I know I can’t eat.
I’d love to meet the best version of me,
But he does not exist,
He is lost to the past.
Damn that life was hard,
But we sure did have some laughs.
(C)2025 Aa Harvey. All Rights Reserved.
I took my love, I took it down Climbed a mountain and I turned around
And I saw my reflection in the* snow covered hill
'Til the landslide brought me down Oh, mirror in the sky, what is love?
Can the child within my heart rise above?
Can I sail through the changin' ocean tides?
Can I handle the seasons of my life? Mmm
Well, I've been 'fraid of changin' 'Cause I built my life around you
But time makes bolder children get older
And I'm gettin' older, too 2x
Well, I've been 'fraid of changin' 'Cause I built my life around you
But as time makes you bolder children get older
And I'm gettin' older too, I'm gettin' older, too
take my love and take it down you climb a mountain you turn around
if you see my reflection in a snow covered hill
the landslide brought it down
And if you see my reflection in the snow covered hills
Well, a landslide brought it down, let the landslide bring it down.
Note to readers, the lyrics are not my own, but property of Fleetwood Mac
as title suggests.
Yeah, I'm five lines out,
and ain't coming back.
Gonna ride on cloud,
in a Mac Cadillac.
Me and miss Jilly,
yeah, she's all that.
Riding on cloud nine
in a Mac Cadillac.
Goin to find Wilson,
wherever he's at.
He sang of Sally,
and her Mustang act
Wanna hear him again,
the Man kick's it back.
Gotta ride on cloud nine,
In a Mac Cadillac.
Now 52, she was one of the first heroin addicts I had ever met.
Having been addicted for years, now death was her greatest threat.
Both her days and nights were spent turning tricks and getting high.
Having failed to be free many times, she decided to give it one last try.
She decided to check into Prevention House, which is where I met her.
Her life would be forever changed, beginning that cold Chicago December.
She was tempted to protest, but she felt this time she will not fail the test
She waved goodbye to heroin heaven and said hello to her haven of rest.
Then, there was Mac who was an angry and bitter man bound by alcohol.
He tells a story of shooting a man and the thrill of watching him fall.
Mac later tried alcohol for cheap thrills which became his greatest fall of all. He did beat alcohol but was never able to be cured from cirrhosis of the liver.
Like Flo, Mac overcame his addiction and gained peace with God forever.
122320PSCtest, Addiction Poetry, Rob Levasseur
Little ghosts were sitting on a limb.
They were named Big Mac, Ugly Toot and Tim.
One spit out a head.
It was my friend Ted.
Now I am truly terrified of them.
MINISTRY OF MAC
‘twas asked
would you believe
just the other day,
for being a writer of verse
would I tell a story?
my way,
about the ministry of Mac,
then on reflection
I stopped and paused
what is my ministry?
for over the length of my journey
I’ve loved,
I’ve debated,
and even hated too,
and had some wuzzy fuzzy feelings,
about a girl or three,
where for me
some days held fear,
while others were adorned
with rapacious laughter,
and then for this soul
there were achievements too,
of victories won
just by climbing mountains high,
and then came the day
when I gave it all over to the Lord
my Jesus Christ,
who has shown me victory
in the ministry of Mac……
Francis Cooper -Mac © August 2017
Give me Mitch Miller and Mac Davis Songs Please
Disney songs and Christmas songs
Elvis and Johnny Cash
Liza with a Z
Barbra Streisand
Cher
I like these songs
Mac Davis could make any song into a masterpiece
in a matter of seconds, and they were clean.
Sing along with Mitch got us in the true singing mood.
I do not understand the lyrics of today's songs.
The words are fast and sound mean in some ways.
So I go back to the 40s, 50's, 60's and 70's for my songs.
Call me old school
Call me old fashion
I do not mind.
Just call me.
I do not appreciate these silly texts either
Too impersonal
They were higher than kites that day.
Was it hard drugs or was it booze?
I stayed away for I had fear.
And I hope that this was okay.
In my mind one was rather dear.
No I am not trying to schmooze.
That attitude you’d better lose.
They stayed together Mac and Jack.
Making comments and laughing hard.
Made fun of the family bard.
So I would never help them now.
For cousins they are not a wow.
Left them at that picnic table.
Underneath that giant cable.
Last time I saw cousins of mine
They were trying to make beer fine.
They’d built themselves a little still.
Mac Cuz was in his underwear.
They drank until they’d had their fill.
So have you seen this crazy pair?
Pootie Mac
Little fella got a big gas tank
If Pootie roll on by,
and you down low try
to pump a fake cry
Mac gonna give a mean honk
A huge sphincter toot,
that’s gut fuel premium rank
Guaranteed to stop all the traffic noise
of rumor-for-hire boys
So if you get kicked to the curb,
and wanna know why ...
Mr. Mac will moon roof truth tell you:
“Bald tire exhale sputter don’t get no thanks,
or ‘Be safe’ goodbye”
Pootie gon narrowly, back end utter:
‘Cous, you’re a lie ... and your breath stank
I have a craving for cheese
Milky smooth and oozy;
Hot and melty, buttery
Cheese sauce smothering
My broccoli wood
It’s cheesy
Joy.
Running forward,
Looking back,
I feel eyes upon me,
I look around but cannot see.
What is hiding in the shadow?
Who is after me, I don’t know?
I can feel the evil in the air,
I can feel the stare.
It doesn’t matter which way I go,
Closing in on me I know,
I cannot escape,
My terrible fate.
They’ll find my bones in the spring,
And they’ll say it’s a terrible thing,
That happen to old Timmy Mac,
Who left his home and never came back.
Be wary when you wander in the wood,
It will do no good,
You will look back to see,
The one chasing you, is me.
MAC AND CHEESE
Macaroni is Italian
And pasta is another name
With flavor garnished with a sauce
A dish that we can all acclaim
Cheese is kin to everything
As olives, bread and tasty wine
Even blue cheese tows the line
But if you can , I beg you , please
Do not serve me mac and cheese
Quasi Velveeta and processed as well
Butter, milk and other ilk
all mixed together, goo from hell
This combo doesn’t ring a bell
Yellow yellow how I bellow
Throw some green in for a change
So this staid food won’t be deranged
Ralph Sergi©
BIG MAC AND THE GANG
Big Mac with Chocolate Shake and fries, a gang
that will cause your demise, until then it lies,
as you chomp, gulp, and salt..salt...salt,
its guilty pleasures, satisfying fullness.
At 55 you carry cheesy buns on your waist and
that throbbing pain in your chest, ain’t no sweetheart.
10/8/2017
Big Mac, Big Smack... what's all the damn fuss
At home much cheaper, but still yummy stuff
Easy, no problem
Get bigger bottoms
We're not so anxious to walk around in the buff
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