Mary Mc Creath
I have been touched by the poems written by others on this site and I am enjoying reading them. It is good to read the words of people who have put their life experiences on this site for others to read, and be inspired by them. I am happy to have found this place.
My poems were written as I was reflecting on my life experiences.I have written most of them years ago and have them in notebooks. As I come across them I type them up on poemhunter. more »
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Mary Mc Creath Poems
Why am I not free? To be… The person that I want To be?
Feelings-What is Depression Like
It is similar to a vegetative state. All movement is curtailed, Paralysis sets in.
Childhood memories- childhood Play
In buildings tall with concrete wall, I came to be. Twelve families a tenement did share with me.
death-Sudden Death of a Friend
Today - You smiled, Were full of joy, At prospects of
A Helpless infant Sobbing uncontrolled From pain,
New Technology-3D Printing
Did you know that you Can print a toy car In 3D? But not from ink.
No Leaves No Birds
The birds have Fled and nestlings Flown away No company and
Feelings - Some Feelings
Some feelings are joyful Some feelings are sad Some feeling are good and others are glad.
Winter, woolly jumpers Are what comfort me, When the weathers cold and frosty, Woollens are for me.
Eileen a Cheo (Isle of Mist)
You cross a bridge to get to Skye a grander sight you'll never see a happy trip that takes you to the bonniest place you'll ever be
Justice - Shell Bird
Written in 1976 after attending a workshop by Sipho Sepamla an African Poet. Who shared with us the background to his poems. On returning home from the meeting I was looking at a bird I had made out of shells at the time and it reflected for me the situation of the black people of South Africa he described in his works and how they were being treated. Shell bird, a man made thing.
I have found my voice I can speak my truth No longer does inner control Keep me silent.
call-Call to Oneness
'Loose yourself in me and you Will find yourself.' Matt 10: 39 10: 1-42 the Call
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Why am I not free?
The person that I want
Why must I feel tied?
To what I was?
What is the cause?
That I am not free,
To be - me?
I long to break the
That ties me to,
Doing the things the way
If only I could see,
What it is that keeps
That does not let me
The knot that ties
To the things I do.
Bird in a cage freer
It knows the reason
It cannot fly,
Back to the sky.
I seeing not what