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"maceachern" poems
Summer Daze Summer days Playful playful playful Days ablaze Joyful joyful joyful Days of rays Summer days Summer days Peaceful peaceful peaceful Days of play Gleeful gleeful gleeful Good ole days Summer days Summer days Brightly brightly brightly Break of day Sunny sunny sunny Bright all day Summer days Summer days Burning burning burning Heatwave days Blinding blinding blinding Solar haze Sunny Daze Bill MacEachern 3/21/23
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Mar 21, 2023
Mar 21, 2023 at 6:06 PM UTC
Summer Daze
Cook King Cooking is my yoga It’s so transcending When I’m in my kitchen I am a cook king When I’m cooking I sing, dance and whistle I’m always in my element Cooking in my castle Peeling, chopping A sprinkle and a stir It’s the rhythm of my realm Palate and scents confer When I’m cooking I’m one happy man I love feeding my kingdom With plenty for the clan Cooking came natural Born within my bones I’m  always in the kitchen More than on my throne By: Bill MacEachern
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Dec 30, 2018
Dec 30, 2018 at 5:58 AM UTC
Cook King
Roots On The Rock Oh… Newfoundland Newfoundland I’m here to see My roots on The Rock Out here On the sea I’m Billy From Boston And happy To be Here in St. John’s With my Newfie family Oh… Newfoundland Newfoundland I have to say Your warmth And your kindness Make us want To stay We Drink Of the screech Then kiss a cod fish I’m happy to stay If that’s All of your wish Oh… Newfoundland Newfoundland Grandpappy’s Home He left You for Boston When fish Went to roam He met My grandma A lass from Kilbride Then both said "I do” And became groom & bride Oh… Newfoundland Newfoundland I’m here to see My roots on The Rock Out here On the sea I’m Billy From Boston And happy To be Here in St.John’s With my Newfie family Bill MacEachern March 12, 2023
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Mar 21, 2023
Mar 21, 2023 at 6:53 PM UTC
Roots On The Rocks
Sunny Side Up Don’t despair The rain’ll clear The storm’ll Change it’s coarse Sunny days Are on the way So unstop   All the corks Drink up life With all your might And don’t look Back at you You’ll never know When you must go So do all You can do By: Bill MacEachern
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Dec 7, 2018
Dec 7, 2018 at 11:21 AM UTC
Sunny Side Up
One Day At A Time I’m still alive Though not intact I strive and strive To stay on track I try, I fail I try again I need to heal It never ends The coarse was set With little wind My sail’s a net It’s hard to win LIke a tattoo One stain at a time What I’ve accrued Is pain in my prime I work what I got With smiles and grins I want to give up But fight giving in So I’ll go on One day at a time Till I am upon Life’s finish line Written By: Bill MacEachern
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Apr 28, 2018
Apr 28, 2018 at 6:38 AM UTC
One Day At A Time
I Remember I remember a time When all was so bright With bustling crowds And neon lit nights Covered wagon caterpillars And bunnies of blue Teacups that spun You sat in them too I remember the days When scooters could fly Pinball was king And everything thrived I remember the smells Of hot dogs & beer I remember it all And wish it still there Bill MacEachern 05/02/2022
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Dec 9, 2023
Dec 9, 2023 at 5:58 PM UTC
I Remember
Therefore, I Am All the way Everyday Everywhere With you It’s the way We have stayed Together While we grew Always here With my fears Sharing in My gloom Always here Like a prayer Since my Mothers womb Bill MacEachern 2/14/22
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Feb 14, 2023
Feb 14, 2023 at 7:51 AM UTC
Therefore, I Am
Boomers Bottle caps were currency Pop sticks were props Maple seeds Were whirly birds Spinning down like a tops Hopscotch drawn On the streets Jump ropes would twirl Double Dutch was fun to watch Especially for girls Quarters pitched toward a wall Closest takes all We played that game With baseball cards Some lost DiMaggio We grew up fast We learned the ropes And mostly on our own We’re called the Baby Boomers We’re "like a rolling stone” Bill MacEachern August 13, 2023
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Aug 13, 2023
Aug 13, 2023 at 4:00 PM UTC
Boomers
On No Donald You can take our pennies You can change the gulf You can lie all you want Through a made up mouth But oh no Donald Can't ya see You don't go messing With the history You can golden oval Like Aesops goose Go goose stepping With Kim Jong Un But huh huh Donald Don't ya see We all give a **** About security You can have a ballroom And your R.G.C You can dance with Putin Then go have ice tea But one last warning Donaldcy!!! Stay the hell away From the ABC's Bill MacEachern 90/09/2025
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Sep 9, 2025
Sep 9, 2025 at 10:40 PM UTC
Oh No Donald
Small mind Big mouth Hate the Hate Hate the House Like A bird Flying   South I Go Where There Suits MySelf By: Bill MacEachern 03/13/21
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Mar 13, 2021
Mar 13, 2021 at 6:15 AM UTC
Heading South
November 8, 2016 Oh what to do We've only These two One is a liar The other askew We are so divided On who'll be decided The News And their pundits Are all so one sided We debate and discuss On who'd be less fuss When sadly we know Neither's a plus I don't have the answer Or know all the truths But one thing I know I love all of You! Bill MacEachern 10/16/16
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Oct 16, 2016
Oct 16, 2016 at 7:34 PM UTC
November 8, 2016
Buffalo Clouds Buffalo roam The skies today Hides of white Touch of gray There’s platypus Pegasus And Hippo too But it’s the Buffalo Stampeding Our skies of blue By: Bill MacEachern 03/29/2021
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Mar 29, 2021
Mar 29, 2021 at 10:15 AM UTC
Buffalo Clouds
I Saw The Psychedelic Lights ☮️ It was in our music As well as in song Come on people Let's all get along Love, Peace and Happiness Was what we preached It was our Trinity ☮️ Our core belief There was Dylan, Baez And MLK Apostles of peace With something to say And... All We Are Saying Is Give Peace A Chance And Let It Be Our glorious chant By: Bill MacEachern 02/27/21
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Feb 27, 2021
Feb 27, 2021 at 7:47 AM UTC
I Saw The Psychedelic Lights
No Exit No Retreat We CHARGE Into love There is No RETREAT It’s instant addiction That cannot be Beat Love’s addiction Is like no other While trying to Abstain Forever You’ll love her There are No rehabs No 12 steps If the arrow is true There are No Exits Bill MacEachern August 14,2023
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Aug 14, 2023
Aug 14, 2023 at 1:15 PM UTC
No Exit No Retreat
Green Screen Door There’s something about Green screen doors Conjuring past summers The why I’m not sure Swing bang shut Bent out screen Surrounded By wood All painted in green Brings back Kook-Aid The bees all abuzz Mingled with flowers And Aunt Martha’s fudge By Bill MacEachern 03/28/2021
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Mar 28, 2021
Mar 28, 2021 at 12:45 PM UTC
Green Screen Door
Elegant Emerald It’s a people’s paradise A rehab retreat An elegant “Emerald” Green carpet At our feet Trojan Swans Cross the pond Ferrying Families, Nostalgian’s And Photographers Strong It’s all mine And yours Ours… I think I love that most… The sharing With sharing comes caring With caring… Love I see that all here… I do I love Boston I love Boston Public Garden I love you… Bill MacEachern 09/30/2021
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Sep 30, 2021
Sep 30, 2021 at 12:43 PM UTC
Elegant Emerald
Wood Walk I wood walk for leisure I wood walk for me I wood walk to listen To old woods that creak I wood walk at daybreak I would walk and breathe I wood walk and take in The scent of wet leaves I wood walk and ponder I wood walk the trail I wood walk the winter woods When I want to feel I wood walk in rhythm I wood walk alone I wood walk and listen As birds sing along I wood knock on knotted pine I wood walk right in And then walk the wooden pews Of my church again Bill MacEachern December 13, 2023
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Dec 14, 2023
Dec 14, 2023 at 4:55 AM UTC
Wood Walk
Nomad Been flying solo All of my life Old news to girlfriends And former wives It wasn’t just them I hadn’t stayed with There were many a friend And old acquaintance Didn’t realize then As I do today I’m a nomad at heart Who’ll stray over stay I also know now It’s freedom I need Free to move on Free to be free I’m happy this way It’s simple You see I’m happy alone And happy with me By Bill MacEachern 03/26/2021
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Mar 26, 2021
Mar 26, 2021 at 12:47 PM UTC
Nomad
It’s happened again A message’s been sent By using a gun Instead of a pen Again I awake To the news of this hate While rubbing my eyes I learn of their fate There’s something so wrong When you rise for the sun Yet all you see Is hate, hate and guns By: Bill MacEachern 11/08/2018
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Nov 8, 2018
Nov 8, 2018 at 7:33 AM UTC
Here Comes The Gun
Sides Born into sides Religious and tribal Learning quite young To fear and to rival If we are Catholic We hate all the Jews If we are white We do as we do If we are men We do as we want If we are women We’re told that we can’t If we are black We’re told to go back If we are red… We’re mostly all dead If we’re ALL Human We’re on the same side No one to fear No need to hide I’m a humanist I love all my tribe Won’t you come join us Just take the Human Side By Bill MacEachern 03/23/2022
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Mar 23, 2022
Mar 23, 2022 at 7:39 AM UTC
Sides
First Flakes Yesterday came With winters first flakes Just a light dusting No snowballs to make Out my window Like a snowglobe Soaring snowflakes Dance all alone Yesterday came Blowing first snow Nothing too heavy Just a light throw Out my window Through mornings night Seeing first flakes Was such a delight Bill MacEachern December 7, 2023
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Dec 8, 2023
Dec 8, 2023 at 10:12 PM UTC
First Flakes
That Smell That smell I know But can not place Is from my youth A certain space That smell I know Is so familiar Musty and cold Like an old root cellar That smell I know Brings me right back Crawling, exploring But not an attic Now my nose knows Like incense in church That smell I remember Playing under the porch Bill MacEachern 2018
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Dec 10, 2023
Dec 10, 2023 at 9:09 PM UTC
That Smell
Only Alone Life alone Isn’t lonely Life alone Only means only Only I play Only I write Only I hear The dawn birds delight Only I seek Only I trek Only I gaze At summer’s sunset Life alone Some can flourish Gives one time To live… Re-nourish Bill MacEachern August 12,2023
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Aug 13, 2023
Aug 13, 2023 at 5:06 PM UTC
Only Alone
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
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Apr 4, 2019
Apr 4, 2019 at 11:12 AM UTC
Man From Manhattan
Benches Benches to sit Benches to gaze Benches to while Good days away Benches that sway Benches that swing Benches for playing Songs that we’ll sing Benches to feed Benches to eat Benches for resting Our tender feet Benches for writing Benches for reading Benches to dream on Ways of succeeding Benches with scenes Benches at sea Benches to witness High tides recede Benches for watching Benches for greetings Benches for having Those lunchtime meetings Benches for people Benches for dogs Benches of comfort For long hours logged Benches for holding Benches for hugging Benches for kissing Ones that we’re loving Benches are metal Or could be wood But one things for certain Benches are good Bill MacEachern 02/05/2021
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Feb 24, 2021
Feb 24, 2021 at 6:00 AM UTC
Benches