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Bill MacEachern Apr 2019
I walked through that door
They said "please, sit down"
"We've got some bad news,
And it's all over town"

"Someone said something,
And said it was you"
"She said that you touched her,
We know that's not true"

I've always loved kids
In all the right ways
I never looked AT THEM
Not even sideways

Along comes His Ex
His Ex with a grudge
She took my good name
And turned it to sludge

We all were questioned,
By all the experts
Questions that frightened
And questions that hurt

And "NO"was the answer
The little girl said
"Oh, I sat on his lap"
"But!, he only read!"

"Unsubstantiated" was
The word that they used
It stays with you always
A huge mental bruise

Forty years later
I keep them at bay
NO!, It's not right
But how it will stay
I was falsely accused of child ****** abuse back in the 80's..,
Back when all those day cares were being paraded into court on somebody JUST saying so!!
Ruined many a life...
Funny, I'm one of the lucky ones, though I still suffer, always on my guard, trying to insure that I don't leave myself vulnerable to ever having to go through that again.
For someone who Love's children, it's been a life sentence!!
Bill MacEachern Apr 2019
Man From Manhattan

There once was a man from Manhattan
Whose piggy bank his Dad did fatten
He had tiny hands
For such a large man
But that never kept him from grabbing

By Bill MacEachern
Limerick
Bill MacEachern Mar 2019
It’s not as easy
As you may know
Food is legal
And can be
Gotten to go
I find myself
In the same
Old Bloat
We eat when
We're Hungry
Or in a
Deep mote
But...
Hard
As it is
To dig out
Of the rut
We all can
Do it
And have
A good
Gut
Bill MacEachern Mar 2019
TOMATO CHASE

Now....
Out of season
They're reddish
Uniform in size & shape
Firm
And flavorless

In season
They're RED
All sizes and shapes
Firm, soft, some just right
And flavorful

Yesteryears
They were magic
Like the transformation of a caterpiller
The little yellow flower
Gives way to the tiny green marble
Stalk n stems grow bigger
Marbles grow larger
The green fuzzy rough stems
The scent
That wonderful smell
So unique to the tomato plant
They turn green to red
Some even get incubated on a sunny sill
When it's time
Knife reveals seeds and red splotched juice
And the TASTE
A taste that fades with our age
That TASTE that we chase every summer
Close
But never a ringer
Nostalgia
Bill MacEachern Mar 2019
Once said
A wee whisper
A mere seedling
Broadcast into
A harvest of hate
A bullhorn of bull
Once weeded out
But did not eradicate
Muffled
But not silenced

The harvest is back
Verdant fields of lie’s
Grow wild among us
Words of hate printed out
Pressing on the impressionable
Tearing down tolerance
Breaking down brotherhood
Building up walls of isolation  
Closing doors to sanctuary
We MUST head off hate
Tear down those walls
of ignorance
Blow open the doors to wisdom
Smear the words of war
And SCREAM...
NEVER EVER AGAIN!!!
Bill MacEachern Feb 2019
Happy Valentines!!!

LOVE BE

Love Is
Love Was
Love Can
Love Does
Love Will
Love Did
Love Wants
Love Gives
Love Rains
Love Shines
Love Sings
Love Chimes
Love Feeds
Love Eats
Love Blooms
Love Grows
Love Flys
Love Soars
Love Dives
Love Crushes
Love Builds
Love Surprise
Love Thrills
Love Heals
Love Hurts
Love Shies
Love Flirts
Love Laughs
Love Weeps
Love Falls
Love Leaps
Love Finds
Love Seeks
Love Dwindles
Love Peaks
Love Mends
Love Breaks
Love Calms
Love Quakes
Love You
Love Me
Love Always
Love Be
Love Love Love
Bill MacEachern Feb 2019
I’m not black
I think about that
What it must be like
Not being white
I’ll never have a clue
How black can make one blue
A stigma to be worn
From the day that you are born
I’m not black
I’m thankful for that
White’s a lifetime bonus
Black... a burden that’s bogus
No one white wish’s to be black
That says it all...
Think about that
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