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Mick Mac Poem
I shrivel 'neath a scorching sun,
Devoid protection for my skin,
An aching grimace, I'll show none,
Worse burning pain suppurates within.
I wander naked through the rain,
Although my body fully clothed,
This broken love ne'er to regain,
Only in dreams we join betrothed.
I trace her footsteps in the snow,
And further on discover four,
A melting tear I can't forego,
The hurt bites sharp as glinting hoar.
I ramble lonely in the wind,
And taste her breath on every gust,
The rose that on her blouse I pinned,
Dead petals fell, and blew like dust.
I fall thwarted on lush ground,
So soft the breast of mother earth,
From looming hills my cries resound,
She comforts me for all she's worth.
Dim twilight dulled the failing day,
The robin shared her even' song,
And as we went our seperate way,
I blew a kiss !.....but she was gone !
Copyright © Mick Mac | Year Posted 2017
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In distant dreams my love would 'oft appear,
In awe she wanders Springtime's vibrant hills,
As wild bird songs exalt with merry cheer,
'Mid lesser celandine and daffodils.
In this majestic slumber I am lost,
Her beauty fair to woo my smitten eye,
From sprouting buds 'till blooms bedecked with frost,
Her lips afar, I wish our kiss be nigh.
My minds eye sees her prance lush meadows green,
While cirrus sky beholds her countenance,
On Nature's throne, she reigns as Noble Queen,
I yearn to tread those fields in fiery dance.
If I held all my dreams since life begun,
I'd hap'ly fling them all away... but one !
Copyright © Mick Mac | Year Posted 2017
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In a sharp fresh breeze,
On a crisp Spring day,
Hand in hand in verdure stroll,
Under lush chirping trees,
Among flowering buds stray,
New birth, and new love to extol.
On a balmy Summer's eve,
When the butterflies dance,
In the meadow we fell warm and unseen,
Soft kisses to thieve,
In mesmeric love trance,
Garments lost in the trampled green.
Gold Autumnal mornings,
Of yellow ripened corn,
Flowing like the amber of your hair,
I loved you all those dawnings,
As the leaves fell forlorn,
Your puckered lips an answer to prayer.
Icy moonlit nights,
Frostbitten fingertips,
From Winter's penetrating chill,
'Neath mystic starlights,
We tasted freezing lips,
Seasons pass, ....but I love you still !
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On harried days when our world seems unkind,
There lies a place my senses crave to be,
Within the shady forest wild and free,
To ease the burdens of my troubled mind.
I soak much joyous sounds the Wood bestows,
Absorbing dawn aubades each songbird sings,
While zephyrs murmur notes like cello strings,
Beneath a harsh cacophony of crows.
Infectious woodland scents I fondly yearn,
A wily pungent fox peers with unease,
The sweetness of the wildflower on the breeze,
Against the bitterness of trodden fern.
A rotted branch falls crashing to the floor,
As Nature shows its sudden crushing powers,
Two butterflies then kissed some purple flowers,
Such gentle grace that startled me much more.
A speckled thrush begins her fledgling wean,
In search of food they squabble in a fume,
A worm to share with raised and ruffled plume,
She watches proudly o'er in perfect preen.
These wilds intoxicate me as I stroll,
The need for drugs or liquor I decry,
Near Nature I am naturally high,
As Gaia lulls me to her leafy soul.
Dusk slowly looms as daylight moments wane,
Return I must to cruel society,
The healing woods restored much piety,
My ailing mind refreshed, and freed of pain.
Copyright © Mick Mac | Year Posted 2021
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Majestic autumn welcome home,
As summer yields to slumber,
To flaunt your leafy vibrant hues,
Of yellow, gold and umber.
From whence do all your colours come,
That paint your wondrous scenes,
Do fairies brush from pots of gold,
And daub the failing greens.
An Ivy drapes across the wall,
Some leaves have turned maroon,
Did some warm droplets trickle from,
That haunting blood red moon.
The woodland dons an auburn dress,
With flecks of brown and Dun,
And shades of Amber stolen from,
A falling evening sun.
The days grow short, cool nights are long,
As forests shed their leaves,
Sharp sickles fall on ripened wheat,
And lay it down in sheaves.
The Squirrels start to gather food,
Migrating birds are still,
God's creatures all prepare their homes,
For Winters icy chill.
Behold the seasons russet hues,
A joy for all to see,
So cast an eye and celebrate,
Such pure Autumnity.
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Last year expired to sounds of Auld Lang Syne,
The bells of Christmas past are heard no more,
A 'New Year Toast' is raised with mulled red wine,
Before December bills come through the door.
New resolutions made with fervent mind,
So sadly most are destined not to last,
And in such broken promises you'll find,
A mirrored image of a failed year passed .
Act kindly to a pauper on the street,
Is all your spare cash for the bargain sales ?
Give help to some old pensioner you meet,
Or will it be another of your fails ?
Though 2020 was a woeful year,
We must dig deep...for coping skills to delve,
Farewell old year, I doubt we'll shed a tear,
I couldn't wait to hear the clock strike twelve.
I send you all good tidings with fine cheer,
Straight from the Em'rald Isle across the miles,
May all your Covid worries disappear,
And future frowns may all revert to smiles.
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No lavish gifts have I today,
To try and coax your heart to sway,
No chocolate treats, or blood red rose,
No gentle kiss to curl your toes,
But I thought of you and penned a poem,
With dreams of you my mind is blown,
It's just for you Dear Valentine,
To warm your day, as you warm mine,
And if it brings a tiny smile,
The gesture will be so worthwhile,
Fond words today to you I send,
I simply can’t control this pen,
Take heed of what my poem imparts,
And join me in a clash of hearts,
For you one heart is not enough,
A dozen hearts too few,
And if I had two armfuls of hearts,
I would hand them all to you !
Copyright © Mick Mac | Year Posted 2021
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