"macdonald" poems
When you’ve asked yourself, “what the hell am I doing with my life?”
Five times before you’ve even had your morning coffee
Which isn’t enough, so you grab a second coffee
Because you stayed up until sunrise writing a lab report on the psychological effects of coffee
They call that an education.
When you stare at screens and sheets of paper
Until Shakespeare’s sonnets and Sir John A. Macdonald
Are scratched into the blackboard on the inside of your brain
Only to have the slate wiped clean
The second your Scantron card spells “success” in Braille,
They call that an education.
When you’re swimming in, shall we call it, the Academian Sea
And tentacles reach out and start to pull you under one by one
And the lifeguards on the shore simply tell you to swim harder,
They call that an education.
I remember walking onto campus feeling so inspired
Ready to be re-wired
Until they said my arts degree would never get me hired
Now the time keeps passing by and I always feel so tired
And for what reason?
I’ve read countless books on history and Hamlet and how to speak Italian yet it seems as though the most I’ve learned is all the different ways I can doubt myself
I am creative, I am well-read, I am kind, I am caring, but I am a history major
And in a place where 3.0s and 4.0s and future capital value is practically etched into our skin for the world to read like a bad tattoo
Apparently that means I’m not going anywhere.
There are so many days when I want my tattoo removed
So people will stop staring at the decimal points and prerequisites that distract from the rest of me and look me in the eyes for a change and see in my smile that this is who I really am
But instead I’ll probably stay up late again
Learn names and dates again
Forget them after the test again
Because when you stare at that sheet of paper if you’re dedicated (or crazy) enough to make it that far
And you cover up your tattoo with your graduation gown only for them to draw your degree wherever enough skin shows to prove to the world that they’ve churned out another one
They call that an education.
Oct 29, 2014
Oct 29, 2014 at 9:30 PM UTC
As I move along this Jaded biway
Gathering up all the discarded refuse
Of all the people freely moving on
With the scattered discourse of their lives
I wonder if they ever even realize
The wonderous thoughts that materialize
In the minds - of those confined
To time upon time upon endless time
Let loose through the portals
Of rubber wheeled time machines
The half consumed french fries
And the other assorted wrappers
From the king or the colonel or old MacDonald
To await the attention of me
Or one of my Band of Brothers
Stripe garbed attendants on a social mission
To gather up all that is discarded
Picking up all the pieces for a dollar a
day
Serving my time for some stupid crime
That I might never have done
If I'd been given the job... Like... Perhaps
Picking up trash on the side of the road
And for the feeling of pride - at earning my own
Oct 18, 2016
Oct 18, 2016 at 6:01 PM UTC
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Nov 24, 2018
Nov 24, 2018 at 10:58 AM UTC
Stroke the boney-smooth
boney smooth
Clean
The further West we go,
the further Right to the beginning
Cleansed
clenched fists
angry thoughts, centered on...
Caucasian
???
...the fluttering
shaking
Turner it around,
Merry-Go-Round
skin stretched tight
muscles, display
On the Farm with Ole MacDonald
I live
<radio>
*Storm on horizon, lightning split the air,
thunder crack the night now,
'Cause we're always there.
You know Eight Owl's sittin'
stand in a council everywhere?
Forget your hopes see the future now,
Aryan teeth are bared.*
I drive past a sign for Trump.
Dec 20, 2016
Dec 20, 2016 at 9:42 PM UTC
*******
keyboard
hamburger
blue
coffeehouse
smile
the
joy
citizenship
face
she's
Slapped
brightly
a
cold
lot
on
sweat
singing
Dance
merry
stuff
a
canned
about
mayor
of
Cool
macdonald
croudsource
major
was
work
loud
birthday
red
call
measure
workingclass
monogamy
silence
a
his
carnivores
down
street
manly
ordnance
every
happy
steaming
beginning
rattle
place
ukraine
sniff
serial
place
We
testing
laugh
bro
my
worker
of
crap
juice
water
canon
man
shuffling
the
bread
Shaking
fried
peanut
Johnny's
cleaninglady
based
upbringing
hums
flanberg
flames
the
brainface
got
of
before
awkward
flight
foresaw
on
black
She
travels
meaningful
fell
hamster
fighter
lack
correlate
was
day
colony
what
man
She
train
fortify
Guitar
piano
orange
intermezzo
butter
squints
cackling
happy
mate
hot
breadsource
browsers
Mar 4, 2016
Mar 4, 2016 at 10:45 AM UTC
Sometimes I like to sit in the shade
On a park bench, watch the ducks on parade,
In a long line, smoothly swimming somewhere,
Causing hardly a ripple as they move here and there,
And gliding so gracefully, supercilious swans,
Plucking at grass from newly mown lawns,
See the flowers in bloom in yellows and reds,
Artfully arranged in bright flower beds,
The bees buzzing busily as they do their day’s work,
Hear the pigeon wings flap and the little birds chirp,
With trees in the background, every size, every shape,
Their reflections outlined in the shimmering lake,
The leaves multi-coloured in orange, brown and green,
Creating a sublimely harmonious scene,
All this, and the sun’s rays caressing the ground,
Tell me it’s heaven on earth that I’ve found.
From Entertaining Verse Poems
©Blair Gowrie (Roderick Macdonald)
http://www.macdonrod.com/EntertainingVersePoems.htm
Jun 5, 2017
Jun 5, 2017 at 12:08 AM UTC
Suddenly the eastern cook grew quite excited,
he had spotted a shop with Chinese characters,
and chickens and ducks hanging behind a glass
to stimulate the hunger of those who might pass,
and a red and gold signboard with letters that said,
“Welcome - enter this place and be fed”.
The eastern cook cried, “Why not go in,
it’s time for lunch, let’s eat something.”
“Yes,” said George, “it’s a good idea,
and safe - they don't make hamburgers here!”
This restaurant was a noisy place,
with tables crowded and not much space
for waiters to carry their trays well laden
with assorted dim-sums and bowls of ramen,
and the clatter of people busily eating
with friends with whom they had a meeting
and chopsticks clicking and glasses clinking,
and background music and singers singing.
They all sat down at a table for ten,
and ordered lunch for their party of men,
and just one woman who said that she
didn’t eat much but that she would be
happy to try any stir-fried dish
as she was partial to greens and to fish.
from The Adventures of George
©Blair Gowrie (Roderick Macdonald)
Oct 14, 2017
Oct 14, 2017 at 3:13 AM UTC
McDonald's not the place
That miserable place,
The place I work at,
Don't get me wrong,
It puts bread on the table,
This drama that people throw at you,
It's really just poppycock,
The job is too easy,
Just press a button,
like the easy button
Wish I had a mute button
So I can silence the clicking of these buttons..
-Paul R Hensley |||
Dec 20, 2016
Dec 20, 2016 at 2:55 PM UTC
Old MacDonald has a farm and a love of poetry
And every night in the pale moonlight
He writes new verse in his own sweet words
And reads them out to me
I love you like my favorite hen who lays the biggest eggs
To hear her squeak and hear her squawk
Reminds me of the way you talk
And you both have spindly legs
I love you like my old sheep dog, the one that smells like cheese
He's past his best and mostly deaf
And has the worst **** awful breath
But he's always keen to please
I love you like the milking cows that waddle thru the town
Their bellies scrape along the floor
They barely fit through the old barn door
And their udders dangle down
I love you like the ***** sack that's hanging in the sty
Its wrinkled up just like your skin
Its great to stuff my potatoes in
And its always warm and dry
Old MacDonald has a farm and a love of poetry
And every night in the pale moonlight
He writes new verse in his own sweet words
And reads them out to me
May 11, 2014
May 11, 2014 at 11:43 PM UTC
Oh, Oh, me, me
Me, me, I,I
I am the greatest
None can deny
Oh, Oh, I,I
Me,me, Oh, Oh
I do believe
That the greatest
Is sub-par, slightly slow
Me, I,Me, I
Me, I, Oh!
Even Old Macdonald
In his grave he does roll!
Jun 24, 2014
Jun 24, 2014 at 5:06 PM UTC
It is not like a feeding frenzy,
In the bay boy, by the dock with youbread
by the loaf.
Just add seagulls
and a boat.
It is not like a gang fight, between
The Crows and The Gull,
at a MacDonald's entrance,
with some discarded
contra-
band,
in a Marked and torn paper bag.
Three are always
clad in black and
one dressed in grey..... or white.
It is not like any of that,
It is like standing in a silent room,
There is no clapping, nor thunderous Boom,
of approval, a the speed of sound, and of light,
the white is blinding, the emptiness binding,
on all sides. Suffocate my self-esteem from miles and miles away,
if Social Media Therapy, is all I got
something has to change, that isn't LIKE me.
Feb 9, 2015
Feb 9, 2015 at 10:41 PM UTC
A man has lost his life nearly 62 years after he was born.
We've lost an actor and comedian and his name was Norm.
I'm sorry to have to inform people that Norm MacDonald has passed away.
He died on September the 14th, he left this earth yesterday.
He starred in movies and was a cast member of "Saturday Night Live".
He was diagnosed with cancer nine years ago and he couldn't survive.
He was also a writer who wrote for the sitcom "Roseanne".
Millions will mourn the death of this very talented man.
***** Work" is my favorite movie that Norm starred in.
He went to be with The Lord yesterday, he's in Heaven.
Sep 15, 2021
Sep 15, 2021 at 1:34 PM UTC
The road led down to the edge of a bay,
with waters of blue, on the other side of which lay
what seemed to be a camp with buildings long and low,
and surrounded by fences over which no man could go,
and figures in orange exercising in the yard,
and other figures in khaki who were probably their guards.
“There must be an entrance to this camp of theirs,”
said George to his team with a serious air,
“Let’s drive on up to the top of the bay,
and to the camp’s entrance find out the way,
that we may know just who these people are
and why they have all been put behind bars.”
Eventually they came to a barrier of steel,
intended to stop any entry and to seal
the camp off from the rest of the land,
and patrolled by soldiers with rifles in hand.
George asked them who the prisoners were,
and the soldiers replied “They are terrorists, sir.
captured by our army in Afghanistan,
and our job is to guard them the best way we can.”
from The Adventures of George
©Blair Gowrie (Roderick Macdonald)
Nov 4, 2017
Nov 4, 2017 at 1:39 AM UTC
It was undistinguished, commonplace,
A little shop, just one in a row,
But on a winter’s day to walk inside
To feel the warmth, bask in the glow
Of an atmosphere filled with the scent
Of coffee beans and almond nuts,
See tablecloths in red and white,
Hear the tinkling tone of teaspoon on cup,
Was to escape the weather’s hellish grasp,
The biting cold, the blustery wind,
The drizzling rain, the swirling snow,
And find a piece of heaven within.
From Entertaining Verse Poems
©Blair Gowrie (Roderick Macdonald)
http://www.macdonrod.com/EntertainingVersePoems.htm
Apr 9, 2017
Apr 9, 2017 at 12:50 AM UTC
At last the sinister stranger arrived,
in a large limousine with windows dark
that no one should see who was inside,
and a small flag in front and a shiny sheen,
every part polished and perfectly clean,
diplomatic plates both front and behind
impressive it was this four-wheeled machine.
Out stepped the stranger and black of hair,
his glasses glinting in the glare
of sunlight shining down on him,
strutting slowly unsmiling towards
the club with all his bodyguards,
short of stature, fat not thin,
tunic of grey and stern of mien,
the arrogant autocrat himself in person
had arrived to visit George’s kitchen.
From The Adventures of George
©Blair Gowrie (Roderick Macdonald)
Jul 18, 2017
Jul 18, 2017 at 10:54 PM UTC
The dark man then shouted, “If it’s pork that you wish,
then have it you will,” and hurled the whole dish
at the Maximum Leader who was hit in the beard
and his nose and his cheeks and his uniform smeared
with pork and with beans and chili sauce seasoning
which ran down his face and stained all his clothing.
The Latin cook then grabbed a cleaver immense
in order to protect and come to the defense
of the Maximum Leader, who support did not lack,
as all of his aides jumped into the attack.
A melee broke out with punching and fighting,
shouting and cursing and kicking and biting,
tables knocked over and crockery broken,
this was for George a tricky situation.
But, quick-witted, as usual, he knew what to do.
On the stove there was boiling a large *** of stew,
picking up a cup, and the other cooks too,
they filled them with hot broth which they then threw
at the combatants all, who, burned, ceased their brawling
and fled for their lives to avoid further scalding
from The Adventures of George
©Blair Gowrie (Roderick Macdonald)
Aug 22, 2017
Aug 22, 2017 at 3:03 AM UTC
Sometimes I wake up to the soft whirring sound
Of the washing machine spinning clothes round and round,
The chirps from the sparrows sitting under the eaves,
The rustling and scraping as the wind blows the leaves,
The murmur of talk as someone speaks to the dogs,
The pit-pat on concrete as the running man jogs,
The noise from the pigeons as they feed from tin cups,
The beat of their wings as disturbed they fly up,
And as the room comes alight with the early-morn glow,
It’s telling me it’s time to get up and go.
From Entertaining Verse Poems
©Blair Gowrie (Roderick Macdonald)
Jun 9, 2017
Jun 9, 2017 at 3:54 AM UTC
“Comrades, the reason I’ve come here today,
is to meet my old friend and to say
that I will not touch any capitalist food.
What I need to eat is both simple and good,
yes, pork and beans, the people’s staple,
a dish which my friend is very able
to make very well - but before we eat
I wish to continue with my speech.
The poor must stand up for their rights,
put blood-sucking foreigners to flight,
arrest all those who plunder resources,
never give up, but gather their forces
to ensure that all assets belong to the nation
to be used for the benefit of the whole population.
Those in my country not supporting this cause
of freedom and equality were forced from our shores,
to flee as refugees, never to return,
these people we call traitors, these people we call worms!”
from The Adventures of George
©Blair Gowrie (Roderick Macdonald)
Jul 30, 2017
Jul 30, 2017 at 3:24 AM UTC
George did not hear this diatribe,
because early that morning he had gone outside,
for every day he liked to go
jogging for seven miles or so.
Keeping fit was his intention
and he really liked the warm sensation
of muscle power it brought to him
after completing his daily run.
That day while jogging in the park
he was accosted by some fellows dark,
all with beards and fierce black eyes,
aggressive, but not so large in size,
who took him to a nearby place
filled with people of similar race,
talking, shouting and drinking up
great quantities of coffee by the cup,
and sat him down as in a pen,
and surrounded him with excited men.
from The Adventures of George
©Blair Gowrie (Roderick Macdonald)
Aug 9, 2017
Aug 9, 2017 at 4:24 AM UTC
Always packed with patrons many
intent on spending their countries’ money,
George’s club was the social centre
which men of power desired to enter,
and everyone knew that there could be
no better place to talk and see
power and influence at close hand
with leaders abundant from every land.
George, amiable and affable was he,
as relaxed and friendly as could be,
attired in white he looked, well, good,
a proper leader concocting food,
with ever a grace and persuasive smile
that all who saw him did beguile.
©Blair Gowrie (Roderick Macdonald)
Jun 2, 2017
Jun 2, 2017 at 4:13 AM UTC
They landed in the capital city,
a charming place, but it was a pity
that attractive buildings were not maintained
or looked after at all, but still retained
their original grace, with brass-knockered doors,
and balconies projecting from every floor.
George and his crew went out for a walk,
and wandered through a maze of alleys,
hearing on all sides the people talk
in Spanish, but they did not dally,
but continued until they saw the ocean,
with waves describing a circular motion,
as they frothingly fell on a shore of white
endlessly stretching until out of sight.
The water was calm in shades of blue,
with sometimes a fishing boat in view,
but the beach was empty, no people there,
no swimmers, no sunbathers, not a deckchair.
No children playing and laughing with glee,
just a deserted strand and a tranquil sea.
From The Adventures of George
©Blair Gowrie (Roderick Macdonald)
Sep 9, 2017
Sep 9, 2017 at 4:59 AM UTC
I don’t want someone that just turns my head, I want someone who can turn my heart. George MacDonald said “God’s fingers can touch nothing but to mold it into loveliness.” I hope he forms me in the same way, since I desire it in someone else.
Feb 21, 2018
Feb 21, 2018 at 8:51 PM UTC
Canada is renaming the Great Lakes.
Lake Superior..........Lake Canada
Lake Ontario............Lake Ontario (stays)
Lake Erie...................Lake John A. Macdonald
Lake Huron..............Lake Jacques Cartier
Lake Michigan........Lake Trudeau (that should **** him off... but we
know we mean Pierre, not his bonehead son)
Lake Champlain....Lake Quebec (although not a Great Lake, the
orange guy wanted to make it a Great Lake back
in 2018).
We have our own cartographers.
Gimme the Sharpie.
Jan 29, 2025
Jan 29, 2025 at 8:02 AM UTC
One of these cooks a woman was,
direct and forthright, and because
her eyes of brown and auburn hair,
lips of red and complexion fair
and steely nerve and smile so tight
and giving orders left and right
made all who worked there live in fright.
No-nonsense style, and assertive too,
while delegating work to do,
should any cook show tardiness
and fail to prove his real finesse,
she would at once her work forsake
and scold him for his laziness.
Yes, brash and bossy she was at times,
wanting to install some discipline
in all her comrades in the kitchen,
and to give to them some sense of pride
in their work and occupation.
Her cooking was plain, no elaboration,
no garlic for her or similar spices,
salt, pepper and mustard were her devices.
From The Adventures of George
©Blair Gowrie (Roderick Macdonald)
Jul 1, 2017
Jul 1, 2017 at 2:24 AM UTC
Last night on the roads of Jupiter there was this motor bike race where Brian Allan went up there to challenge up against scott McDonald and Bridget bromhead and Steve Grigor and Brian's late father Barry and his late Aunty pam
And the greatest boxer that had ever lived Mohammad Ali and
John English was at the tale of the race and as Brian Allan was pushing his weight around up and down up and down up and down and then as the race was progressing all the racers were
Putting pressure on the other races by psyching everyone out
But nobody was annoyed by that so much
Steve took the lead yelling out
Woh oh oh I am a working class man and scott MacDonald was keeping close to Bridget and
Brian's Aunty pam and Jon English sang Hollywood seven
Party all night as well as during the day and Brian Allan was keeping pretty close to Ali and he pedalled to the MAX and his abs were pushing upwards
And Steve Grigor said you are still alive and you should continue your writing because you were great and Brian put on the pressure on Steve saying
I will win this race and Bridget caught up to Brian but Jon English sped up past them
And won the race and Brian and Bridget were a drawn second
And the other racers were coming in bit by bit and John
English sang all together now
Yesterday was a memory
It might have been when rock and roll never forgets forgives or regrets nothing comes easy
Try to make it all together now
And Patrick came up to Brian and said let's fly up ahead and Pat flew too fast and Brian was
Giving his body a workout
But he stopped the bike and
Woke up dudes
Aug 19, 2016
Aug 19, 2016 at 7:49 AM UTC