"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
Mar 21, 2023
Mar 21, 2023 at 6:06 PM UTC
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
Dec 30, 2018
Dec 30, 2018 at 5:58 AM UTC
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
Mar 21, 2023
Mar 21, 2023 at 6:53 PM UTC
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
Dec 7, 2018
Dec 7, 2018 at 11:21 AM UTC
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
Apr 28, 2018
Apr 28, 2018 at 6:38 AM UTC
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
Dec 9, 2023
Dec 9, 2023 at 5:58 PM UTC
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
Feb 14, 2023
Feb 14, 2023 at 7:51 AM UTC
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
Aug 13, 2023
Aug 13, 2023 at 4:00 PM UTC
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
Sep 9, 2025
Sep 9, 2025 at 10:40 PM UTC
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
Mar 13, 2021
Mar 13, 2021 at 6:15 AM UTC
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
Oct 16, 2016
Oct 16, 2016 at 7:34 PM UTC
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
Mar 29, 2021
Mar 29, 2021 at 10:15 AM UTC
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
Feb 27, 2021
Feb 27, 2021 at 7:47 AM UTC
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
Aug 14, 2023
Aug 14, 2023 at 1:15 PM UTC
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
Mar 28, 2021
Mar 28, 2021 at 12:45 PM UTC
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
Sep 30, 2021
Sep 30, 2021 at 12:43 PM UTC
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
Dec 14, 2023
Dec 14, 2023 at 4:55 AM UTC
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
Mar 26, 2021
Mar 26, 2021 at 12:47 PM UTC
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
Nov 8, 2018
Nov 8, 2018 at 7:33 AM UTC
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
Mar 23, 2022
Mar 23, 2022 at 7:39 AM UTC
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
Dec 8, 2023
Dec 8, 2023 at 10:12 PM UTC
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
Dec 10, 2023
Dec 10, 2023 at 9:09 PM UTC
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
Aug 13, 2023
Aug 13, 2023 at 5:06 PM UTC
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
Apr 4, 2019
Apr 4, 2019 at 11:12 AM UTC
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
Feb 24, 2021
Feb 24, 2021 at 6:00 AM UTC