"Those we love don't go away, they walk beside us every day.
Unseen, unheard but always near, still loved, still missed and dear."
Quote by _Alex Maclean,
Canadian Author
We found love unbidden on a pretty day,
a quiet girl and a handsome man;
it seems so, so long ago my dearest love,
now, all I have are memories.
I invited you to my beloved attic apartment,
you gathered me in your arms;
our first kisses were tender and quite unsure,
you brought me trinket gifts.
Gifts, I keep in old trunks secret from the world,
they laid red roses on your grave;
but, I bring you lilacs in Spring because I know,
that you loved them the best.
I cry, my love for what could have been our life,
for the loss of a wonderful man;
I cry, that you died too young to live your dreams,
and for lost dreams I now keep,
I cry.
there once was a leprechaun named MacLean,
from the emerald isle of green,
a shoemaking faerie,
from county Kerry,
the happiest wee-one ever seen.
Bite Size poem no.36
Sponsored by: Line Gauthier
2/15/22
Allow this
let this
be this...
...then
well, then
this'll be that
which then'll be
a new this.
just this
allow
be
breathe
see
just this
-ShhDragon
(for Gloria Muckle MacLean.)
Maclean's River
Does the old river still flow and does life
still run through it...
Does the old river still wash away sins
as we knew it...
Are rainbows still made overhead...
enticing trout from bed...
Can you still hear from the whispering rocks
if you listen...
Can you still go there...and learn about God
while you're fishin'...
©deborah burch
11/19/2016
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In honour of John Maclean's father: Norman Maclean
who wrote, "A River Runs Through It"...
When John read the poem, his response was
"Yes"...
James is a former sprinter, visually impaired,
Who suffered disappointment at exclusion,
From the 2012 games because he procured,
A grade three hamstring injury of dissociation.
But he keep going until 2015 though distraught,
So he entered the sporting discipline of cycling,
And quickly made it onto a programme wrought,
For world class sports people who are angling.
He’s Welsh, born on 24th June in the year 1991,
And comes from Ponthir but lives in Manchester.
His pilot can be Craig MacLean: in the tandem
Sprint 2016 Worlds he won bronze - a stormer.
Neil is a para-cyclist who has often paired up with,
One of two people, either Sarah Storey’s husband,
Or Craig MacLean to pedal to gold, it’s his smith,
Having been a track sprinter, built up his hand.
Barney Storey has Type 1 diabetes from childhood,
And the pair took gold in the World Championships,
In 2009, both in the kilo and the sprint, both good,
At the kilo where they set a new WR, took strips.
Then in 2011 in the Italian Para-Cycling Track Worlds,
Him and Craig won gold in both events, new WR,
Then in LA with Barney again he won silver cords,
And in London they won gold with another new WR.
In 2014 Neil teamed up with Pete Mitchell in Mexico,
Where they won gold in the 1 km tandem time trial,
But he reunited with Craig for the games in Glasgow,
Where they won gold for sprint and time trial, double.
Neil is an MBE from 2013 and comes from Aberdeen,
Was born with an eye condition, retinitis pigmentosa,
He studied physics at the University of Aberdeen, lean,
And was born on the 12th of March in 1984, a goer.
There was a man named Paddy Maclean
Who resembled a fat runner bean.
With his mates he got drunk
Then brought up...and he stunk
Like a skunk who was dressed all in green.
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Contest: Anything Green
Sponsor: Skat A
Placed 3rd
Francis H.
Down in old Jimboomba is me old mate Francis H
And he wants to go to the Uni, just to hang around the place,
So I said just get a backhoe to dig a bloody trench,
And swing a door above it, for easy access, it is meant,
Of course he’d have to get me word,
To plant him in the ground,
A hole would sure be handy, planted quietly down,
Or would I steal the body, yes slightly absurd,
from the uni freezer, when I’ve found,
to get him so interred.
will I be done like Burke n Hare,
for bloody body stealing
he wants to be a buried on his acres,
over the Maclean bridge with some wheeling,
jerk open trap door and you are there ,
a few words said with feeling….
Dunno perhaps I might?
Dark side is so revealing.
Don Johnson