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Owl Whoo Whoo

               Owl’s Whoo Whoo……

Do not ask me whoo is whoo?
   I will tell you whoo whoo whoo!
Whoo can fly at night like me?
   I don’t know whoo, don’t ask whoo?
How can I see things, at night?
   I know how is, you know whoo?
I hate morning and its Sun,
   I like moonlight from guess whoo?
What is there, has always been,
   Unseen, untold, I know whoo!
When you don’t know whoo is whoo,
   Come at night, I’ll tell you whoo.
Whoo whoo is my sound at night
   Can you sing like me whoo whoo?

2/2016 Haloo
For contest sponsored by  Eve Roper
Owls Personification Contest

Copyright © Pashang Salehi | Year Posted 2016

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Puzzle Piece

A puzzle piece you are to me 
Like a vine without any leaves. 
Your heart is pure your soul is 
Gold, the sweetest thing I'll 
ever hold! A miracle in my eyes 
it seemed, knowing they said 
no babies for me! Always a 
surprise you seem to be just 
like a puzzle piece! At 9 months 
you walked but not until 4 did 
you first talk! Always a terror 
making a beautiful mess always 
a surprise that has yet to be 
met! The twists and turns I 
know we will see will seem 
somewhat like a roller coaster 
to me! The milestones and 
special gifts you bring will make 
my life seem Like a dream, my 
special boy I have always said 
How special I knew not till 
Aspergers they said! The 
journey will be trying the 
journey will seem long! But 
with our family together we will 
chug along! My special boy I 
love you so and cannot wait to 
see you mature and grow! Now 
we have a goal we have our 
dream you see to make you the 
perfect fitting puzzle piece!! 

Written by: Christina Kirks 
McCullouch 04/05/2012 For 
Jonathan S McCullouch Jr 
Mommy loves you to eternity 
and beyond! Forever and 

Copyright © Christina McCullouch | Year Posted 2013

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Ordinary Garbage Bin

In the kitchen is where I sit Waiting for the next deposit When my lid is lifted open I know new deposits beckon When it finally comes to pass Then to myself I say at last They add more and when they do That does not make me blue When I am full they empty me And that makes me very happy Then they replace my insides Bringing a twinkle to my eyes Once again in the kitchen I sit Waiting for the next deposit

Copyright © john beharry | Year Posted 2013

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Don't Worry, Be Happy : I Am A Kiskadee

I am a fearless Kiskadee
Sitting on a branch of this tree
Singing my theme song happily
With a Kis Ka Dee Kis Ka Dee

I sing my song very sweetly
Seeking to make others happy
Filling them with ecstasy
With its rhythm and melody

My message is not to worry
Despite how things in life may be
Don't let them make you feel crazy
At all times, strive to be happy

One can state things that are likely
But no one knows what things will be
So keep your chin up cheerfully
And sing Kis Ka Dee Kis Ka Dee. 

The Great Kiskadee (Pitangus Sulpharatus)  is indigenous to Central and South America, the Caribbean and Southern Texas.

Copyright © john beharry | Year Posted 2015

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My Name Is December

My Name Is December

Hello dear one,

I have been a long time coming, but believe me when I tell you, “It’s worth the wait”. I mean that 'I'm worth waiting for.  More about that later; but my arrival is really out of my control, as I have to wait my turn.

I am one of twelve, each of which has a different life span with a certain amount of days. I know. You think that our time is so short compared to your own span of uncertainty. But we are okay with the way we are, and we never debate our destiny with our maker. We take each day as they come, and make the best of each one whether it’s bright or not.

By the way,  you look familiar and remind me of someone else I’ve seen before. Have we met? O, pardon me please.  My name is December, and I must say that I’m not late, but I am the last.  My name comes from the Latin word 'Decem' which means ‘ten’.  I know that you are wondering why my name means ‘ten’ when I am presently the 12th month of the year.   You must understand that I was the 10th month until my number was changed to the Gregorian  Calendar from the Roman Calendar.  Don’t you wish sometime that people would leave things the way they found them?  Anyway, I still think that I am the most popular month of the year.  More about that later.
I and all my siblings never cease to arrive each year at different times with various tasks. Some of us, 7 to be exact, live to be 31; 4 of us make it to 30; and for some reason, one of our brothers, February by name, lives to be 28; but occasionally, he gets stretched to 29.  Please don’t ask me why, because I’m not that smart.

Did you know that I am the first month of winter in the Northern Hemisphere where I also have the shortest daylight hours of the year?  And did you know that I am the first month of summer in the Southern Hemisphere where I also have the longest daylight hours of the year?  I sure hope I got that right.  

I don’t claim to be the most famous, though I really am.  Please?  Do not repeat that to my 11 siblings.  I must say that perhaps more money is spent in my 31 day life span than any other month; more gifts are exchanged; lights are their brightest; more decorations are put up; and many people feel that a big fat guy name Santa Clause comes from the North Pole on Reindeers, bringing lots of toys to kids the world over.  O, by the way, did I say that Christmas came in the month of December?  And did I not tell you that l was worth the wait?
10232015 (Contest, "Screwed X11",Rob Carmack

Copyright © curtis johnson | Year Posted 2015

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Forgotten umbrella

It sit's there in the corner on a sunny day,
wondering why you don't take it on a good day.
It waits patiently for the day when rain falls,
knowing that's the day when you will call.

It gives you protection, from all life's extremes,
the deluge of water, and when the hot sun beams.
When life is easy, and breezy, or just mundane,
Do you think of the umbrella, or only when it rains?

God is not an umbrella, used only in an emergency,
cast aside, forgotten, unless there's an urgent need.
Remember him always in the good times and the bad,
leaving him on good days, makes him kind of sad.

John Derek Hamilton November 09,2015

Copyright © John Hamilton | Year Posted 2015

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My hummingbird found me
A cactus i used to be
Instead she wrapped around me
she kissed my deep buried heart
Rose petals surround me
All around me 
All around me 
I am a dancing flower now
Dancing On the beats 
Of her cute fluttering sound...

Copyright © ANKIT DEDHA | Year Posted 2014

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I'm A Happy Whale

I'm A Happy Whale

I am a whale
keeper of the sea
so mighty and huge
I swim to great lengths
from the arctic sea
to Hawaii in the winter
... I put on a show
The greatest show on earth
that's not man choreographed  
as tourist flock for a peek
from tour boats and land
cameras in hand, no doubt
to take keepsakes 
and treasures
of me, of me
to take back to their love ones
or to frame in their memories,
in albums and on walls
of me, of me
I don't want to disappoint
I don't want to disappoint
first I pay homage, though
to the land
the koolau mountains 
flanking in the distance
and to white sand beaches 
nestled with palm trees
as a cool island wind
breezes over the glistening blue and white
I blink, I blink
at paradise, at paradise
and at a seagull circling above
blinking back at me
I get ready, I see my cue, 
in the distance, I see hundreds of tourist
most of which are clad in Aloha print waving at me
the stage is set
I dive to the deepest depths of the sea,
along with my pod
gathering up speed, like a submarine
then breaching the surface
slapping the water with our fins and tails
dancing, dancing in winter sun
I blink, I blink
at the many tourist smiling
cameras in hand
no doubt, taking word of mouth to spread
I pause, I pause
I let out a bigger spout of water from my blow hole
I see more smiles, especially of the babies 
this is paradise, from the smiles, to land and sea
I am happy whale

connie pachecho


Copyright © connie pachecho | Year Posted 2017

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What Right Has She Got to Be Happy

By John Weaver

‘What right has she got to be happy?’ said a friend to me one day,
With people at war and wanting and suffering in every way.

What right has she got to be happy with taxes as high as the sky,
And with the cost of living still rising, why is she so happy, why?

What right has she got to be happy when the weather’s so miserably bleak,
When the sun shines for a day and then goes away and it’s wet for the rest of the week?

What right has she got be happy when she can’t walk or talk or see,
Why is she smiling so brightly, it’s truly a mystery to me?

‘What right have you got to be moaning;’ came my eventual reply.
You should be glad to be fit and able and grateful, not to decry

What right have you got to be moaning, just look at her and you’ll see
That the only reason she’s happy is – she’s simply decided to be.


Copyright © John Weaver | Year Posted 2014

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Lets play my friend


Let's Play again to day
I reather stay and watch the gifts today
But you did that  yesterday and im bored
thats my job and give someone something to talk about
How boring  but your so Sparkly 
Please dont play with my jewrly  before you make another one  crash to the floor
But their so shiney and they roll sometimes Lets bowl
No lets dont  and stop biting my arms and hands
your so fun  Can big back 
You mean climb my back to sit on my head 
you just want to play with my hat
I guess thats fine until everyone gets back just dont chew
i can be quuen  her with you
Keep dreaming you just like me because im here eveyday  until the cold go's away
I wonder how you  act when im not here
No Change 
Except no one can hear me
But me
Good for me
and me
Hey cat than
Hey cat thanks for playing with me
No one should feel lonely  on christmas exsapaically a tree

Copyright © Angelina Denualt | Year Posted 2015

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Happy Bithday My Son

Today you are ten
So i must use my pen
I cant put much in your den
But saying I love you, amen

I just have enough fingers to count
All the years of joy your life has amount
To what daddy can for account
That you are the best at no discount

Everyday with out you
Gets daddy really blue
But today is a new
And time with you is long overdue

You are my only son
Loving you cant be undone
Your love shine like the sun
And i know i already won

So i wish you a happy birthday
And i shout hip hip hooray
I'll never be too far away
And will always be here on your magic day

Copyright © GERT WEWEGE | Year Posted 2016

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You make me smile , you make me laugh , you make me cry , and you make me sad . Deep down I love you with all of my heart. I love the warmth of your body and your soul all as a whole. Your one hell of a man , and sometimes I admit you got me wrapped around your hand. Ill come running like the wind , just because you said so. When we first met we had a chemistry that a story was untold. We are so much alike in so many ways , its crazy .... laughing , smiling , hugging , kissing ,listening , talking , butterflies in my stomach. You make me think way to much , my head starts to hurt , ups and downs , happy but sad..... stories untold ... feelings being hidden , not much being said ... just the voices in each others head .... irritated because we can't get our feelings out to each other ... mad for days and not saying a single word....the hurt and pain .... just from talking to you all day .... that leaves me standing in the cold all alone not knowing what is going on... confused and abused .... happy and joyful this is bittersweet and very unsure... Im not sure what to call us , but I need something more....

Copyright © April Mae | Year Posted 2012

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Looking for Happy

I once knew of an intimate warm place 
it was inside your arms soft closed embrace 
we were young and the sky was always blue
words meant a lot and for us still rang true 

time had no alarm and held no meaning 
your every smile touched my inner being 
we lived a life of light and love as one 
many hours spent sizzling in the beach sun 

drifting in our haze we woke up one day 
no memory of Happy’s merry way 
nine months later we found an unworn path 
leading to a new place and aftermath 

bouncing baby’s breath brought back our happy 
despite her friendship with dirty nappy 

Copyright © Just James | Year Posted 2016

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Clear happiness replaces the fog

You speak to me, I don’t hear a word,
Still, I know that you’re down, you’re sad.
I can tell by the curious look on your face,
That you’d rather stay with me and be glad.
Then that moment you stop, turn slowly, and walk,
Head down, you walk through the door.
And I sit and ponder and think and care,
Alone, on the rug on the floor.
Time becomes nothing as I sit and wait,
Wait patiently to hear shuffling feet,
And when you do finally walk back through the door,
I give you the sloppiest greet.
In that moment my grey, it becomes colour,
Clear happiness replaces the fog,
You’re everything to me, you’re all that I want,
I’m your loyal, your friend, your dog.

Copyright © Lewis Raynes | Year Posted 2017

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Happy Birthday Mom

I had no money to get you something
But that don’t mean you’re nothing
You’re the birthday girl 
The best mom in the world
Many years spent with smiles
There were very little denials
I’m glad you are my mother
The days we spend hugging one another
Your birthday is a very special day
No matter what anyone does say
No money to get you a gift
Instead I write a poem to give you a lift
There is not a day that goes by
When I wish you weren’t by my side
As I get older year by year
Always know I’m here if you need a cheer
I hope your birthday brings lots of joy
I’m so proud to be your boy

Copyright © Donald Hull III | Year Posted 2010

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A broken swing

I’m the swing that swung and now I’m still, 
Never to sail again,
Never to hear the sound of laugh,
I remember the days of when

The kids would float and kick and laugh, 
Each kid wanting to fly,
All believing the dream of defeating the ground, 
And nobody asking why

They could reach so high without a care, 
In the air it was them that flew,
Not fearing about any possible hurt, 
Not troubled one bit about who

Would come to their aid, would fix every scratch, 
They didn’t need to care,
About adult stuff, writing or spelling,
This was the only place where

They could be a kid, but now they’ve grown 
And left me lying around,
Left me hanging here broken down and sad,
Alone in this quiet playground.

Copyright © Lewis Raynes | Year Posted 2017

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I am Happy

It’s good to be 
a red fresh flower
Bride holds me
Guests look at me
High table I sit on
What a good day
To share tables
With Bride and
Bridegroom, surely
This is great joy.

Copyright © Solomon Ochwo-Oburu | Year Posted 2017

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I Am

I am something you hold when you miss,
And I am forgotten all but a gentle kiss!
I am the cold draft when you’re all alone.
And I am the smile that generates your happy home.
I am something for nothing but I’m more than most.
And I am your summer breeze, I am your host.
I am the tear that falls from your eyes,
And I am the light that outshines your lies.
I am the flutter in your beating heart,
And I am the breath that gives you a fresh start.
I am the lump in your throat when lost for words,
And I am the silence you have always heard.
I am the warmth traveling in your blood,
And I am the memory you instantly flood.
I am the dream you’ve always had,
And I am the one with you happy or sad.
I am the one that always told you so,
And I am the only person you positively know.
I am taken and given because I just am,
And I am exactly what I am,
And not even by you will I be jammed!
© Copyright  Ann Rich   2006

Copyright © Ann Rich | Year Posted 2010

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Brown eyes

Hi brown eyes so lovely as thus just to here your smile is a sound of music to my ear. Yes to her your voice it’s so deep to know. Brown eye’s as lovely as thou watching your thinking mind just make happy to see an educated man is what all women want. Brown eye’s your dependable and nice one day will be a dream come true for a women but soon you will make a women happy person.

Copyright © roselee montgomery | Year Posted 2008

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Happy in Bags

Seeds complained bitterly;
“We were resting in bags,
happy and safe we were!
Why take us away by force
to be buried in wet soil?”

Copyright © Solomon Ochwo-Oburu | Year Posted 2017

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The fire inside

What are you doing? Going to the fridge? 
Fantastic, I’ll come along too!
Oh wow, the door, you’re going to open it? 
Oh man, I love hanging out with you.

Devon? Win! And a sausage from last night?
We’re a team, do you now want to play?
I know, I’ll go find and give you the toy, 
You know, the one that you throw away.

Now where? Back to the couch?
Yes, you’re my very best biggest mate,
What’s that? You’re going to give me a rub, 
Your rubs are prize winning, they’re great.

You’re the most biggest best friend of excitement and fun, 
You even drive me to the shops way down town,
I love being beside you every bit of the day,
You’re my fire that’s burning deep down.

For  Julie Leigh Rodeheaver's contest The fire Inside, written 10th November 2017.

Copyright © Lewis Raynes | Year Posted 2017