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Macmillan Poems - Poems about Macmillan


Brave the shave for Macmillan

I'm looking forward to have my shave, 
It's not the thought of being brave, 
I just feel the urge to do some good, 
And hopefully help to lift my mood,
Macmillan helped through times of need, 
My stories there for all to read,
They understand they help you cope, 
With your life that's hit a slope ,
Macmillan
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Categories: macmillan, bereavement, cancer, death,
Form: Rhyme

Premium MemberSearching For Macmillan Hall

When we walk the campus
			to what used to be the center,
			we might miss the venerable place.
			Taller piles of brick and towers
			obscure the central space
			of Western Pennsylvania brownstone.
			Who hasn’t heard the poet moan:
			“Present concerns shroud the past;
			Granddad’s principles will not last.”

			But as we turn the corner 
			at the edge of vast Old Main,
			we may glimpse a
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Categories: macmillan, assonance, education, history, metaphor,
Form: Rhyme



Premium MemberMacmillan Support Poem

Macmillan Support

Don't think your alone
I will always be with you
I'll hold you
You don't have walk alone
I will always be by your side
Bringing you fresh roses and chocolates
Holding you all the way
Just remember I love you
And I will always be there
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Categories: macmillan, allah, care, caregiving, god,
Form: Free verse

To Cyndi Macmillan, From Jack Horne

By day the toys surround her in a group,
But when her little girl is sleeping sound,
The keyboard’s where our poet will be found,
To write some magik lov - her words astound;
She always brings the gift of joy to Soup.

Merry Christmas, Cyndi  xx

*For PD’s contest

Cyndi  wrote a poem, Lov is Magik, as a girl
One
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Categories: macmillan, dedication,
Form: Rhyme

John Michael Macmillan

JOHN MICHAEL MACMILLAN

What do they call you in heaven, John Michael MacMillan?
Are you still the "Baby-Baby", that player from the past?
Sometimes I try to catch you, somehow to hold you
Long enough to know that your ship has safely docked.

Can you read the poem alone now, John Michael MacMillan?
Did God allow you the small, simple pleasure
Of
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Categories: macmillan, friendship, introspection, loss, god,
Form: Free verse




Book: Reflection on the Important Things