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Dave Mcginn Poem
That's not my Elephant
My Elephant is mint
She will not be found under any tent
You see she has all the right accents
Hope your hungry and ready
Me and my Elephant love our Ma's spaghetti
Please excuse, she will slurp and burp
An I garantee her plate will be cleaned first
Ma calls her Ella for short
But dont even think it, my Ella
Will not be caught wearing a skirt
Or dress of any sort.
As for more of her favorites
We mention how she loves to visit
"Hers" as she calls them
Her second graders
This week in school
The bright lights
Of the teachers sights
Are set on the Bill of Rights
Ella enjoys to listen and learn
Shes a firm believer
Some day soon it might be her turn
To teach some little Ellas
Their rights as Elephants
Of the United States Of America
written for Matt Caliri contest "That's not my Elephent"
Copyright © Dave Mcginn | Year Posted 2011
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Dave Mcginn Poem
Never before
World ignored
An honest reward
Thats been solidly deserved
Have you read this book before?
Im the ingnorent source
I feel lost and sore
As if my feeling have been outsourced
Between the here and the never more
My defiant mind
Leaves lines hard to find
With in this twisted plot
Lost inside a much deeper thought
War that must be fought
Though I fear at the end
We will find only rot
Incomplete sentence
but all the intensity
one can handle, doctors orders
take one at a time
water may help to swallow
this rhyme
goes like a lame venom
soggy smooth
leaving you with frostbit lining
rust crusted, flame touched, hard felt,
torched tipped adrenalin rush.
I have a felt tipped sole
and I feel as though somethings
wrenching my intenstin,
caroding my dreams
lost new findings of my famous failure
seems my words fall into a category
to be defined as caroded comprehension
built and thrived on empty ambitions
though force fed lines
taught by the sole
read by the mind
brought to these hands
so you might find
some type of understanding,
under lining this torture of mine.
left to the basics
how would you fill in the blanks?
could you redefine this rhyme?
my mind boggles, and rips and tares,
to find a tear to cry
wouldn't it be easier
if i'd just talk
She says she can't understand
it's as though
there's too many words just floating
I don't speak in word
I speak in verse
so I feel Im left drowing in my floating words.
praying hoping someone finds relief in me
I write on
words
Copyright © Dave Mcginn | Year Posted 2010
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HOW UNREASONABLE
How can God allow
an still ask me to believe
in something I can’t see
give thanks, Yea right
Id rather blast him in the face.
For all the things he’s taken away.
Yet I am stuck here
wondering why,
good people have to die,
and every time now I’m afraid
when anyone walks away
because I never know
if it’s the very last time they will have
to turn their back on me.
Still I’d rather believe,
this is not the end.
There will be a whole new beginning
after all this and I will sit
at the right hand of the Father
the creator, the trader.
Who must get a laugh over
all the whack stuff* he allows to happen.
Though still this struggle makes us stronger
an I’ll push on, to over come
and concur. This world
and all of its worries have forced
me to become who I am today.
Sure I’m mean and unhappy.
When someone has the audacity
to mess* with me.
An with all the twisted woman
that flock to me,
who just want to mess with me.
An all my dreams
make life seem like
one big long bad memory.
Still I want to believe.
That there is someone always
looking out for me.
That gives a dam,
that’s willing to hold my hand
through the thick and thin.
Or at least till I’m sane again.
An I can think straight again.
Because I’m lost and confused
my hearts been twisted and used.
Seems much alike an amusement
for all of you whom abuse it.
But a God of forgiveness.
A God that shouldn’t allow this
crap in the first place.
He’s trying to push us to
the edge over and over again.
Or maybe this is hell,
and this is where he has chosen
for me to exist.
And I’m sure I’ll snap again.
But my beliefs cause my worries,
still I stay in full stride.
With my pride and fake happiness
strong at my side.
So I can act for you all.
High endurance.
I’ve been through enough,
I’m sure I’ll be well able
to handle the next crappy* thing
to come up.
But until then.
It’s "In God we trust"
Copyright © Dave Mcginn | Year Posted 2010
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FIND THE WAY
A good friend of mine
Gone far too soon
Had to escape
Made his life a cell
Wish I had the key
To have let him out
Can’t understand why
He felt he had to live this way
Remembering all the good times
Helps to hold the tears away
Far from my eyes
I hold them trapped inside
Fear of self-combustion
Is my reason for this rhyme
Smile on his face
Adventure on his mind
Some sort of untouchable
Lines to climb
A cause of loss unfathomable
To the mind
Only sources of them far
Too easy to find
Every twist in my stomach
Seams another twisted line
Feelings for a longing to
Pass to any other place
Locked deep inside the mind
An as words just fall into place
As what I’d imagine it would feel
Like strands of relief within
Every tear. I write
Memories I have will last my life
Souls drift on into the light
Find a home to rest these eyes
Hold a place for me but know
I will follow far behind
Fear much, I do but love is strong
My will stay sharp as I know
The blade is strong
Fear no past
The here is now
So find the way and rest easy
At peace my friend
For today is the day
We put all our ill feelings away
And we push on knowing
We will meet again some day
JDU RIP AGE 25 2010
Copyright © Dave Mcginn | Year Posted 2010
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