"magee" poems
On the outer Barcoo where the churches are few,
And men of religion are scanty,
On a road never cross'd 'cept by folk that are lost,
One Michael Magee had a shanty.
Now this Mike was the dad of a ten year old lad,
Plump, healthy, and stoutly conditioned;
He was strong as the best, but poor Mike had no rest
For the youngster had never been christened.
And his wife used to cry, 'If the darlin' should die
Saint Peter would not recognise him.'
But by luck he survived till a preacher arrived,
Who agreed straightaway to baptise him.
Now the artful young rogue, while they held their collogue,
With his ear to the keyhole was listenin',
And he muttered in fright, while his features turned white,
'What the divil and all is this christenin'?'
He was none of your dolts, he had seen them brand colts,
And it seemed to his small understanding,
If the man in the frock made him one of the flock,
It must mean something very like branding.
So away with a rush he set off for the bush,
While the tears in his eyelids they glistened —
''Tis outrageous,' says he, 'to brand youngsters like me,
I'll be dashed if I'll stop to be christened!'
Like a young native dog he ran into a log,
And his father with language uncivil,
Never heeding the 'praste' cried aloud in his haste,
'Come out and be christened, you divil!'
But he lay there as snug as a bug in a rug,
And his parents in vain might reprove him,
Till his reverence spoke (he was fond of a joke)
'I've a notion,' says he, 'that'll move him.'
'Poke a stick up the log, give the spalpeen a prog;
Poke him aisy — don't hurt him or maim him,
'Tis not long that he'll stand, I've the water at hand,
As he rushes out this end I'll name him.
'Here he comes, and for shame! ye've forgotten the name —
Is it Patsy or Michael or Dinnis?'
Here the youngster ran out, and the priest gave a shout —
'Take your chance, anyhow, wid 'Maginnis'!'
As the howling young cub ran away to the scrub
Where he knew that pursuit would be risky,
The priest, as he fled, flung a flask at his head
That was labelled 'MAGINNIS'S WHISKY'!
And Maginnis Magee has been made a J.P.,
And the one thing he hates more than sin is
To be asked by the folk, who have heard of the joke,
How he came to be christened 'Maginnis'!
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COME round me, little childer;
There, don't fling stones at me
Because I mutter as I go;
But pity Moll Magee.
My man was a poor fisher
With shore lines in the say;
My work was saltin' herrings
The whole of the long day.
And sometimes from the Saltin' shed
I scarce could drag my feet,
Under the blessed moonlight,
Along thc pebbly street.
I'd always been but weakly,
And my baby was just born;
A neighbour minded her by day,
I minded her till morn.
I lay upon my baby;
Ye little childer dear,
I looked on my cold baby
When the morn grew frosty and clear.
A weary woman sleeps so hard!
My man grew red and pale,
And gave me money, and bade me go
To my own place, Kinsale.
He drove me out and shut the door.
And gave his curse to me;
I went away in silence,
No neighbour could I see.
The windows and the doors were shut,
One star shone faint and green,
The little straws were turnin round
Across the bare boreen.
I went away in silence:
Beyond old Martin's byre
I saw a kindly neighbour
Blowin' her mornin' fire.
She drew from me my story --
My money's all used up,
And still, with pityin', scornin' eye,
She gives me bite and sup.
She says my man will surely come
And fetch me home agin;
But always, as I'm movin' round,
Without doors or within,
Pilin' the wood or pilin' the turf,
Or goin' to the well,
I'm thinkin' of my baby
And keenin' to mysel'.
And Sometimes I am sure she knows
When, openin' wide His door,
God lights the stats, His candles,
And looks upon the poor.
So now, ye little childer,
Ye won't fling stones at me;
But gather with your shinin' looks
And pity Moll Magee.
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I was A little girl
Who loved dolls
I had a collection
Of storybook dolls
Some with beautiful dresses.
Also a cowgirl,
Whose name was Irma.
Whenever my grandma
Went on a trip,
She would return
With a special doll,
Just for me.
One time my dad
Stopped at a bar
On his way home from work,
And the bartender
Was a lady
Who made a doll
With a beautiful crochet dress.
Yellow, and full.
I was so excited
To think that my daddy
Would buy me a doll
At a bar....
Mom not so happy...
My collection grew.
The only disadvantage
Was
Every Saturday morning
Before noon
I had to take them off my large shelf
And dust them...
But the advantage
Was
I listened to Buster Brown,
Fibber Magee and Molly,
And many other radio shows.
But I still hate dusting...
Jul 20, 2014
Jul 20, 2014 at 7:42 AM UTC
Ed thought he was a cat
So he gave a rat
To his dearest friend Magee.
He didn't take it lightly..
The rancid little thing
That poor Ed did bring,
Fell from Magee's hand,
Into his frying pan.
The rat cooked in his dish
Among the chips and fish,
And neither of them knew
The rat had joined it too.
The men clambered, glorped, and glopped
Until the timer stopped.
So they put it on a plate,
And then it was too late.
The grimy paws dug in
As Ed's face begin to grin,
And Magee was most aware
Of some furry little hair.
Magee quickly threw it out
And hit Ed all about.
He shooed his pal away,
Soggy Ed was now a stray.
But Ed finished up the dinner,
Though felt a little thinner.
Now old Ed has fleas,
And will probably get rabies.
Apr 7, 2015
Apr 7, 2015 at 10:50 PM UTC
Relaxing nights wine and flowers.
Love is priceless yet that ******* esscort service always wants to count the hours.
A kiss and a hug and please swipe here.
You may be charming Candy but your gonna bankrupt me dear.
Sure I'll go the extra mile.
But she wont have none unless my credit card is on file.
Why my dear must you tax this relationship cant you see what it's doing to me.
So what if your a esscort?
Is not love supposed to be free?
Sure you know some really kick *** tricks.
Im sure you had lots of practice .
Dealing with demented ******
Now my times up and its your time to go.
You mean your only in it for the money and your names really not **** Magee
how would anyone ever know.
You may scratch your head and question how could this relationship ever work.
Because your naughty hooker and me a drunken ****
Well my vice I have to say.
If this conversation is on the clock then you really need to go the **** away.
But if in another world I wouldnt ask you to change just bring that over worked ****
and money home to me.
It's hell being a broke ***** hampster who doesnt ever get love for free.
So go on my dear ***** no need to say goodbye.
Im sure your as heartbroken as you leave me in the dust.
No im not crying it's just your porsch flung a rock into my eye.
If only the tables were turned and I had the power.
I'd say ***** *****
and charge ten thousand a hour.
Nov 2, 2012
Nov 2, 2012 at 3:08 PM UTC
I am being devoured from within
In the most whimsical way.
It is with ease I feel it to say
That an obese leg amputee
Is standing on my chest
In their single high-heeled shoe.
I am being devoured from within.
I need a cigarette.
Because the word "okay"
Has become my safe haven.
For I am all right
Though I'm drowning
In skepticism inside.
I need a cigarette.
I am a toddler's tantrum.
My innards have been twisted in knots
Not even Maniac Magee could untie
For the promise of all the pizza in the world.
I am a toddler's tantrum.
I am an anxiety and not much more.
Sep 24, 2014
Sep 24, 2014 at 12:30 AM UTC
the judges liked brianna, a tiny girl
from texas with the janis joplin rasp in
her voice...the headstrong teen had
been on the road forever to get to the
"american idol" audition site in dallas.
the judges really liked her sunny girl-
next-door looks, her honey blonde
ponytail tied with a bright yellow
ribbon, her sweet, innocent smile,
and then she went on to wow them
with her soulful rendition of "me and
bobby magee." she thanked the judges
for giving her the green light to go on
to hollywood for the next big step in
the competition. she could not believe
her good fortune and told them
everything was truly possible and
how her family and jesus had brought
her to this magical moment.
...just seconds before she was called
into the audition room, she'd been
daydreaming about the fourteen-year-
old ****** boy she deflowered in a ford
focus the weekend before. it happened
in a mall parking lot just a mile from
her home. she was trying to remember
the boy's name: justin? jason? joshua?
something with a "j" and then - just like
that - someone was summoning her
into the judging area and she quickly
forgot about the boy. she had so many
things to contemplate now. stardom
was within her reach and, besides
that, what's in a name anyway?
Jul 10, 2015
Jul 10, 2015 at 12:48 PM UTC
by John Gillespie McGee Jr.
Oh, I have slipped the surly bonds of earth
and danced the skies on laughter-silvered wings.
Sunward I've climbed, and joined the tumbling
mirth of sun-split clouds, and done a hundred
things you have not dreamed of - wheeled
and soared and swung high in the sunlit silence.
Hovr'ring there, I've chased the shouting wind along,
and flung my eager craft through footless halls of air.
Up, up, the long, delirious, burning blue,
I've topped the windswept heights with easy grace
where never lark, or even eagle flew.
And while with silent, lifting mind I've trod
the high untrespassed sanctity of space,
put out my hand, and touched the face of God.
John Gillespie Magee, Jr., September 3, 1941
Oct 21, 2014
Oct 21, 2014 at 11:20 AM UTC
I wanna be with you,
Next to you for all the ups and downs,
With you for all the hardships,
I wanna travel with you and visit all the towns,
Snapping pictures when you don't expect it,
I wanna be with you forever,
Everything we have ever done together, I won't ever regret it,
You,
Are the only person who has ever made me this happy,
You make this world we live in a better place,
You are my world,
My universe,
My everything,
And I couldn't go on without you,
When you say you love me, always and forever will I say that I love you too,
Because baby when I'm with you the feeling I get I never wanna lose,
I wanna be with you for the family vacations,
I wanna make our house pop with all the holiday decorations,
This relationship is the strongest mother ******* foundation!,
I can't put to words how much I love you and I never want you out of my life,
And If there's ever tension between us, I'll cut that ***** with a knife,
Kyle Joseph Magee,
You mean the absolute world to me,
You are all I ever wanted,
I was all locked up and you had the key,
I told you everything our first night out,
And I knew you were a keeper, there was no doubt,
I get lost in your eyes and I never wanna look about,
You hold me tight,
And I could stay in your arms all day and all night,
Your laugh and smile are the best things in this world,
Your voice is the most beautiful sound in my ear when you sing and when you talk,
You're the reason I get up in the morning,
The reason why I get ready,
The reason I don't go insane because I know you have my back,
There is no quality that my baby lacks,
Every second we spend together I never want it to end,
All of the time that we've been together has been all I have ever wished for,
And all I wish for now is our time together to be more and more
Feb 27, 2017
Feb 27, 2017 at 8:16 PM UTC