rex-allen-mccoy - Hello Poetry

~~~ Sunlight sweeps above the dale while shades of heather lift their veil Then gentle mist of morning swirls enhancing dawn with nature's pearls ~ Songbird's flight encircles glen to spot late crawler's search for den Yet... not all that dwells in understory hides this day... this day's their glory ~ The songbirds flee... the piper grins "Far Darrig O'Malice yer at it again" The silence broke the wildwoods rustle From near and far the wee ones hustle ~ The songs roll out the barrels too the leprechauns abandon shoe They all break out one piece of gold To waste before their play grows cold ~ They barter sheep while lifting hogs They saddle... ride the farmer's dogs And all the while they laugh and shout they never spill their mugs of stout ~ The Cluricauns with stouter trumpet descend the town subdue the strumpet Spend their purse to chase romance The quean much slicker steals their pants ~ Within the glen with dusk's approach the smoke gets thick as suppers roast The music swirls the echoes sail The dancers chant an Irish tale ~ And those with naked butts are taught They stop it gives the bugs a shot Far Darrigs crawl beneath the kegs they pop the corks and fill their legs ~ St. Patrick's blessed another year The sound of snoring now all you hear ~~~

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Mar 16, 2018

Mar 16, 2018 at 6:54 PM UTC

Little Green Laughter

~~~ Sunlight sweeps above the dale while shades of heather lift their veil Then gentle mist of morning swirls enhancing dawn with nature's pearls ~ Songbird's flight encircles glen to spot late crawler's search for den Yet... not all that dwells in understory hides this day... this day's their glory ~ The songbirds flee... the piper grins "Far Darrig O'Malice yer at it again" The silence broke the wildwoods rustle From near and far the wee ones hustle ~ The songs roll out the barrels too the leprechauns abandon shoe They all break out one piece of gold To waste before their play grows cold ~ They barter sheep while lifting hogs They saddle... ride the farmer's dogs And all the while they laugh and shout they never spill their mugs of stout ~ The Cluricauns with stouter trumpet descend the town subdue the strumpet Spend their purse to chase romance The quean much slicker steals their pants ~ Within the glen with dusk's approach the smoke gets thick as suppers roast The music swirls the echoes sail The dancers chant an Irish tale ~ And those with naked butts are taught They stop it gives the bugs a shot Far Darrigs crawl beneath the kegs they pop the corks and fill their legs ~ St. Patrick's blessed another year The sound of snoring now all you hear ~~~

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~ When clouds roll by Disappear in a blink Leaving starlight to compete for a nook in my cranny I find that the sum of my brim grows brighter each night But I persistently reflect from my ***** ~

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Mar 16, 2018

Mar 16, 2018 at 11:47 AM UTC

The Sum of my Brim

~ When clouds roll by Disappear in a blink Leaving starlight to compete for a nook in my cranny I find that the sum of my brim grows brighter each night But I persistently reflect from my ***** ~

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~~~ Listen I must leave now for a while  Do not grieve or shed tears  Just hug your sorrows then set them free ~  Greet new days with gallant smiles  for my sake In my memory  live on ~ Change nothing For one pining thought unforgotten gives grief one last reprieve ~  Reach out for me Feel my heart  Never ever be afraid when you see me waiting in the sky ~~~

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Mar 14, 2018

Mar 14, 2018 at 9:34 AM UTC

I Must Leave

~~~ Listen I must leave now for a while  Do not grieve or shed tears  Just hug your sorrows then set them free ~  Greet new days with gallant smiles  for my sake In my memory  live on ~ Change nothing For one pining thought unforgotten gives grief one last reprieve ~  Reach out for me Feel my heart  Never ever be afraid when you see me waiting in the sky ~~~

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~~~ Hearts in memory drawn before us haste display their vesting style Daydreams shed and plead ... restore us dancing o'er a rusted smile ~ Chancing fancies may discover heart-light cast where sins may dwell Shadow-darkened skies recover the isolation sought to quell ~ Sifting through those haunting traces ringing round a fading light Who might stop and trade us faces invest a smile to warm the night ~ To the wise that rise above us bend an ear to wishing well See the dancers push and shove us to the brink of living hell ~~~

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Jan 26, 2018

Jan 26, 2018 at 12:11 PM UTC

Rusted Smile

~~~ Hearts in memory drawn before us haste display their vesting style Daydreams shed and plead ... restore us dancing o'er a rusted smile ~ Chancing fancies may discover heart-light cast where sins may dwell Shadow-darkened skies recover the isolation sought to quell ~ Sifting through those haunting traces ringing round a fading light Who might stop and trade us faces invest a smile to warm the night ~ To the wise that rise above us bend an ear to wishing well See the dancers push and shove us to the brink of living hell ~~~

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~~~ The pitch o' night her captain feared her leeward pending doom November's raging breath ensnared to daunting reef she loomed Her belly shattered pitched and gorged as raging swells reclaim The drift of break flew blizzard cold ~ "Come Sail Away" is her name ~

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Nov 6, 2017

Nov 6, 2017 at 5:49 PM UTC

Come Sail Away

~~~ The pitch o' night her captain feared her leeward pending doom November's raging breath ensnared to daunting reef she loomed Her belly shattered pitched and gorged as raging swells reclaim The drift of break flew blizzard cold ~ "Come Sail Away" is her name ~

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~~~ Hiking through a woodland glen as mellow shards of sunset bend to capture bright in waters clear reflections caught from mountains shear The silhouette sings twilight's best Enchanting beauty north by west 'Twas then my heart forgot to beat while visions to my gaze complete A gentle sigh resets its rhythm I step toward this face from heaven ~ In twilight's eerie haze she stood amongst the tranquil shades of wood where timeless paths bestow the land she beckons with extended hand Surroundings waver hardly seen I spring a trap laid there between Then falling deep to darkest dread Above ... the trap once more is spread ~ I tumble blind through timeless mist as things unseen tear skies to bits Attesting shrieks bare blackest dreams When fingers grab they choke the screams I'm lifted tossed to brink of ledge I scramble safely back from edge Breath wheezed lungs filled sanguine air but shadows dance to flame's despair ~ Perusing cavern round about entwined with scents of mash and stout The shadows fade as faces bare Their eyes unblinking strangely stare Just who they be I have no clue In cloaks of rag bereft of shoe A boiling *** spills overflows Aroma wafts to pull my nose ~ As grumbles strike beneath my chest a bowl they pass I say my blest The taste is odd but strangely good Then laughs coalesce beneath their hood It strikes me now this tale I'm told just echoed back from memories cold Beware the pit from beauty set Where mortal feet tread with regret ~ I sense the danger lurking near Too late I'm ****** through worlds of cheer Round about with no control Immersed in love then stripped of soul Tears of pleasure tears of pain Round about and back again Conscious whirling twisting vain Blackness lifting Drenched with shame ~ Hiking through a woodland glen as mellow shards of sunset bend to capture bright in waters clear reflections caught from mountains shear The silhouette sings twilight's best Enchanting beauty north by west 'Twas then my heart forgot to beat as visions through my haze complete A pondered thought sends senses reeling 'tis Déjà vu I've got this feeling ~~~

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Nov 5, 2017

Nov 5, 2017 at 1:37 PM UTC

Enchanting Beauty

~~~ Hiking through a woodland glen as mellow shards of sunset bend to capture bright in waters clear reflections caught from mountains shear The silhouette sings twilight's best Enchanting beauty north by west 'Twas then my heart forgot to beat while visions to my gaze complete A gentle sigh resets its rhythm I step toward this face from heaven ~ In twilight's eerie haze she stood amongst the tranquil shades of wood where timeless paths bestow the land she beckons with extended hand Surroundings waver hardly seen I spring a trap laid there between Then falling deep to darkest dread Above ... the trap once more is spread ~ I tumble blind through timeless mist as things unseen tear skies to bits Attesting shrieks bare blackest dreams When fingers grab they choke the screams I'm lifted tossed to brink of ledge I scramble safely back from edge Breath wheezed lungs filled sanguine air but shadows dance to flame's despair ~ Perusing cavern round about entwined with scents of mash and stout The shadows fade as faces bare Their eyes unblinking strangely stare Just who they be I have no clue In cloaks of rag bereft of shoe A boiling *** spills overflows Aroma wafts to pull my nose ~ As grumbles strike beneath my chest a bowl they pass I say my blest The taste is odd but strangely good Then laughs coalesce beneath their hood It strikes me now this tale I'm told just echoed back from memories cold Beware the pit from beauty set Where mortal feet tread with regret ~ I sense the danger lurking near Too late I'm ****** through worlds of cheer Round about with no control Immersed in love then stripped of soul Tears of pleasure tears of pain Round about and back again Conscious whirling twisting vain Blackness lifting Drenched with shame ~ Hiking through a woodland glen as mellow shards of sunset bend to capture bright in waters clear reflections caught from mountains shear The silhouette sings twilight's best Enchanting beauty north by west 'Twas then my heart forgot to beat as visions through my haze complete A pondered thought sends senses reeling 'tis Déjà vu I've got this feeling ~~~

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~~~ When tomorrow's reckoning draws a bite and contemplation concedes to fear Most expectations fade their light as echoes flash from yesteryear ~ Aspersion paid to good advice proceeds to mock all sacrifice Return of future's past you see invades your pride and revelry What goes around comes back to be In due time ~~~

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Nov 5, 2017

Nov 5, 2017 at 1:02 PM UTC

In Due Time

~~~ When tomorrow's reckoning draws a bite and contemplation concedes to fear Most expectations fade their light as echoes flash from yesteryear ~ Aspersion paid to good advice proceeds to mock all sacrifice Return of future's past you see invades your pride and revelry What goes around comes back to be In due time ~~~

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~~~ I'll never love you simply because you appear to look like an Angel Instead I'm falling for an Angel who simply prefers to look like you ~~~

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Nov 5, 2017

Nov 5, 2017 at 12:12 PM UTC

Angel

~~~ I'll never love you simply because you appear to look like an Angel Instead I'm falling for an Angel who simply prefers to look like you ~~~

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~~~ Traditions lead to streets of dream to scant abodes beneath the green So tiny small 'neath gardens tall with russet stacked above them all ~ Their chimneys waft of fire's stoke the meek step forth though bashful folk The pitter pat of little feet arise the length of Little Street ~ They take my hand as pipers chant descend the street with river's dance Around about the dancers croon to every home I'm blessed ... buffoon ~ Tranquil glade amongst the heather sparks ignite the moods in feather Flames leap forth as cauldrons coddle tubers roast as whispers twaddle Pipes I fill and pints I swallow Tip 'em Back their chant seems hollow ~ Breaking bread their stew yumm - titious though in my head their brew grows vicious ~ Little Street a fading glow still ... I was little once you know The shutters close the visions wane their magic carves my hiking cane Another day another plane the child inside asleep again ~~~

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Mar 10, 2015

Mar 10, 2015 at 11:55 PM UTC

Return to Little Street

~~~ Traditions lead to streets of dream to scant abodes beneath the green So tiny small 'neath gardens tall with russet stacked above them all ~ Their chimneys waft of fire's stoke the meek step forth though bashful folk The pitter pat of little feet arise the length of Little Street ~ They take my hand as pipers chant descend the street with river's dance Around about the dancers croon to every home I'm blessed ... buffoon ~ Tranquil glade amongst the heather sparks ignite the moods in feather Flames leap forth as cauldrons coddle tubers roast as whispers twaddle Pipes I fill and pints I swallow Tip 'em Back their chant seems hollow ~ Breaking bread their stew yumm - titious though in my head their brew grows vicious ~ Little Street a fading glow still ... I was little once you know The shutters close the visions wane their magic carves my hiking cane Another day another plane the child inside asleep again ~~~

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~~~ Dappled grey horses sweat crusted and weary hooves drifting dust lift a day passing dreary The harness bells faded reigned in at the rill a cool running brook near the base of our hill ~ My eyes I'm a lad scant older than four brought visions to mind full of wonders in store A wagon decked out like a big city market he lifted the side then he shook out the carpet ~ Our old kitchen door screamed out lack of oil a kettle clanged gently just set on to boil E'er mother's voice shouted "I think it's the Pox the old folks have died I've been digging their plots" ~ "My father's in bed and they won't let me near" the stranger walked by with a smile mussed my hair Went in with a bag full of magic he grows started mixing a broth made with god only knows ~ Tip toed on a box dragged in from the yard through windows he folded gunpowder with lard The screams of my father sent tears to my eyes they rubbed him completely in spite of his cries ~ They fed him the broth a few drops at a time I climbed off the box with his horses in mind "The horses love apples" I turned with a whirl peeking out from his wagon the freckled face of a girl ~ In moments I knew her a lifetime it seemed a most likeable friend who knew all the schemes As father got better t'was time to move on her father a doctor a peddler a con ~ He'd done us a service we could never repay though he sold us an ***** an' stool by the way Each year they returned once or twice they dropped by little freckle faced Mary soon the girl of my eye ~ They'd rest a few days with each visit it's true she wrote the best love songs while I wrote the tunes Then one night it happened 'neath moon and the stars consummating a love that would forever be ours ~ He stumbled upon us but said not a word in the morning so early fading echoes we heard Ne'er again did we see them though rumors of peril ... my parents expired to a place 'neath the barrow ~ Five years had surpassed isolation and grief knocked a lamp from the table when I'd fallen asleep The house nearly cinder an' I felt like the fool only item I'd saved was the old ***** stool ~ Just sat there and watched till the sun broke the morn in the distance an echo I'd heard years before Then over the rise sweat crusted and weary two dappled grey horses on a day passing dreary ~ The horses reigned in right next to the rill that sweet running brook at the base of our hill A woman climbed down took a step to the glade the dawning day's sun streaming in to pervade ~ A light in my heart jumped a thousand times fold the smile in her eyes and the story's been told The tears fell in rapture though nothing was said embraced now with Mary she'd returned from the dead ~ She unhitched the horses I lifted the side "The years have been kind" I said lifting her pride "Are you my daddy?" I turned with a whirl peeking out from the wagon the freckled face of a girl

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Feb 14, 2015

Feb 14, 2015 at 1:39 PM UTC

The Freckled Face of a Girl

~~~ Dappled grey horses sweat crusted and weary hooves drifting dust lift a day passing dreary The harness bells faded reigned in at the rill a cool running brook near the base of our hill ~ My eyes I'm a lad scant older than four brought visions to mind full of wonders in store A wagon decked out like a big city market he lifted the side then he shook out the carpet ~ Our old kitchen door screamed out lack of oil a kettle clanged gently just set on to boil E'er mother's voice shouted "I think it's the Pox the old folks have died I've been digging their plots" ~ "My father's in bed and they won't let me near" the stranger walked by with a smile mussed my hair Went in with a bag full of magic he grows started mixing a broth made with god only knows ~ Tip toed on a box dragged in from the yard through windows he folded gunpowder with lard The screams of my father sent tears to my eyes they rubbed him completely in spite of his cries ~ They fed him the broth a few drops at a time I climbed off the box with his horses in mind "The horses love apples" I turned with a whirl peeking out from his wagon the freckled face of a girl ~ In moments I knew her a lifetime it seemed a most likeable friend who knew all the schemes As father got better t'was time to move on her father a doctor a peddler a con ~ He'd done us a service we could never repay though he sold us an ***** an' stool by the way Each year they returned once or twice they dropped by little freckle faced Mary soon the girl of my eye ~ They'd rest a few days with each visit it's true she wrote the best love songs while I wrote the tunes Then one night it happened 'neath moon and the stars consummating a love that would forever be ours ~ He stumbled upon us but said not a word in the morning so early fading echoes we heard Ne'er again did we see them though rumors of peril ... my parents expired to a place 'neath the barrow ~ Five years had surpassed isolation and grief knocked a lamp from the table when I'd fallen asleep The house nearly cinder an' I felt like the fool only item I'd saved was the old ***** stool ~ Just sat there and watched till the sun broke the morn in the distance an echo I'd heard years before Then over the rise sweat crusted and weary two dappled grey horses on a day passing dreary ~ The horses reigned in right next to the rill that sweet running brook at the base of our hill A woman climbed down took a step to the glade the dawning day's sun streaming in to pervade ~ A light in my heart jumped a thousand times fold the smile in her eyes and the story's been told The tears fell in rapture though nothing was said embraced now with Mary she'd returned from the dead ~ She unhitched the horses I lifted the side "The years have been kind" I said lifting her pride "Are you my daddy?" I turned with a whirl peeking out from the wagon the freckled face of a girl

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