Best Hey Poems
hey ho
does an octopus know
how to juggle with eight cups and saucers
and the fish watching him
while the elephants swim
then he juggles with a turtle and tortoise
then ho hey
does the octopus say
I can do this all day round in circles
but an ache in my arm
in my arm, in my arm
and so on through all eight tentacles
so hey ho
let the octopus go
to bed nice and early with honey
to rest and recline
for a considerable time
so he doesn’t feel worn out and funny
ho hey
and a new octopus day
refreshed and all ready to juggle
so with cups and with saucers
a turtle and tortoise
but the elephant’s splash makes him struggle
hey hey
that’s not fair that’s not fair
so the octopus went somewhere quieter
where he practised a lot
and a lot more than not
and so now he’s a pro entertainer
Well, I see that Congress is proposin' another trillion dollar spree!
Those inept buffoons must think money grows upon a tree!
The treasury is crankin' out bales of twenty-dollar bills,
Doin' their part to cure (and inflate) the nation's many ills!
Funds were 'loaned' to help carmakers, now they're hollerin' fer more!
A ton of dough was 'loaned' to banks, but ain't nobody keepin' score!
Millions was designated to help home foreclosures to abate.
Where has my money gone? I've seen minimal results to date!
Funds are proposed fer more sand fer the beaches of New Joisey,
And city officials want a water park out west in frigid Boise!
Frenzied lobbyists are scurryin' about fer a portion of the pork,
To build an emergency landin' strip on the Hudson in New York!
Money is probably well-spent fer roads, bridges and agin' sewers,
But spare me the cost of subsidizin' sports arenas and sozzled brewers.
Lack of foresight by the banks and politicians got us in this mess,
Now they cover their boondoggles with my money, nonetheless!
Hordes of politicians gleefully gather at the bottomless trough,
Elbowin' others fer largesse they claim will make us better off.
Is there no end to compensatory spendin' and open-ended lendin'?
Hey! That's my money you fellers are so very inept at spendin'!
Robert L. Hinshaw, CMSgt, USAF, Retired
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He said, "Hey old man, what you doing in there
Living in a cardboard box
Why don't you come out of your hole
Throw that bottle away and get yourself a job."
He said, "Hey old man, are you listening
Bet you didn't even hear a word I said.
Winter's coming on, and it's getting cold
You might be better off dead."
The old man said, "Come her son,
And I'll tell you a story if you got time.
It might help you understand
Why I'm living here in this slime.
Here's a picture of my little girl
With my wife and I loved them so.
They were killed by a drunk driver
About thirty years ago.
Now you might think I'm a useless old drunk
And maybe that is true
But, you see, when they died in that accident
Part of me died too."
He told the boy how they would take long walks
And played laughingly in the park.
He told them about the old oak tree
Where they carved their initials in the bark.
"My will to live was taken away.
My life became a bad dream.
I buried my sorrows between bottles
Of Jack Daniels and Jim beam
So, you see, son, always be careful of
The things you say and do
Long ago, I had a family
And a good life, just like you.
The boy shook his hand and gave him a hug
As they said their sad good byes
When the young boy turned to walk way
There were teardrops in his eyes.
Vince Suzadail Jr.
I'm choking and shriveled
with this monster in my mind
Were we really free,
Alexander Graham Bell ?
Technical development
Always on duty
How could I forget
It's just the fact of life
The inner voice whispers
... take a look at your mobile
to check if something has happened
... the last 5 minutes
Are we really free?
How much free time is there in the future
that gets blown away in the past ?
13/08/2019
Sun :) - A-L Andresen :)
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18.08.2019 - Poem Of The Week
I wonder what you'd say
If I met you today
in another time
in a better place.
Somehow,Somewhere
Would you recall my name?
Would you recognize this face?
Would you recognize my smile?
The same smile which
knows the color of your eyes.
Hey stranger
would you pass me by
with no turning back
or will you look my way?
Will snapshots reverbrate
that once upon an autumn day?
If I met you today
in a different time
in some better place
eventhough your name might be different
that face slightly changed
Somehow, Someway
I would know it was you.
That cute little smile
when you look in my eyes
That glow on your cheek
The moment we speak
The sparkle within
displaying your deep loving soul
The beat of your heart
needing to make me whole
Hey stranger
would you pass me by
with no turning back
or will you look my way?
Will snapshots reverbrate
that once upon an autumn day?
Not a chance on our life
would i pass you on by
I would grab hold your hand
and make you my wife.
Someone said, Hey Christopher
Someone said, “Hey Christopher,
what’s up with all this love
It seems in every poem
that is all you’re thinking of
Why are you always dreaming,
why is it you can’t see
That love is just a legend,
a made up fallacy
The world is filled with evil,
don’t you watch the news
CNN or NBC
or others you can choose
Clinton is a liar,
Trump is just a creep
They’ll both destroy the nation
for fortunes that they reap
Murders by the thousands,
death is in the streets
I can’t believe you haven’t seen
within the many tweets
Our water is polluted,
we’re choking on the air
Hate is growing rapidly,
why are you not aware
Prices through the ceiling,
paychecks in the ground
Protesters are screaming,
you can hear them all around
There’s war in other countries,
servers have been hacked
Innocent bystanders
are caught in the attack
Little kids are crying,
not enough to eat
Begging just to make it,
sleeping in the street
So tell me, will you Christopher,
what’s up with what you write
Every poem filled with love,
morning, noon and night”
I looked at him a moment,
this person I now see
And then replied, “I’m sorry sir,
were you talking to me?
I was writing out a poem
for the one I do adore
I didn’t hear you talking,
could you say it all once more?”
He just walked away shaking his head
Loyal to the core and beyond no pretense
For years Tom and I have been loyal friends
Nothing's greater than that
My jolly old chap
My extra special friend right to the end
HEY DIDDLE, why the Cat and the fiddle
And the Cow that jumped over the moon?
Why they're all here in Nursery Rhyme land
At the wedding of the Dish and the Spoon.
The Little Dog is happy,The Cat is playing a tune
And soon the Dish and the Spoon will go hand in hand
Off on their honeymoon.
The guests include OLD KING COLE
And HUMPTY DUMPTY who sat on a wall
Though he's being very careful today-
Doesn't want to spoil things by having a fall.
MARY MARY QUITE CONTRARY
Has left her garden behind
And come along with LITTLE BO-PEEP
With all her sheep to mind.
SIMPLE SIMON has come with the Pieman
Because they're preparing the food.
And LITTLE JACK HORNER wont sit in the corner
Thinks it might be rather rude.
JACK SPRAT AND HIS WIFE have come for the feasting .
So has THE OLD WOMAN WHO LIVED IN A SHOE,
And OLD MOTHER HUBBARD hopes something left for the cupboard
And her poor dog who's at home with the flu.
WEE WILLIE WINKIE has changed out of his nightshirt
And dressed up in his sunday best,
But he'll have to leave early to check on the children
To make sure that they're all at rest.
LITTLE TOMMY TUCKER wont need to sing for his supper.
GEORGIE PORGIE said he wont make anyone cry.
And JACK AND JILL have brought some lemonade in their bucket
In case some of the guests get dry.
DOCTOR FOSTER returned from Gloucester-
Says he hopes it doesn't rain
But he's brought his umbrella just in case
Doesn't want to get caught out again!
THE CROOKED MAN although he's bent double
Said he's determined to dance,
His partner is BETTY BLUE who lost her shoe
Then happened to find it by chance-
Well these are just some of the wedding guests
Travelled from far and wide
That have come along to celebrate with
The proud groom and his dish of a bride....
So now you know what's going on
With the Cat and the fiddle and the COW that jumped over the moon.
And why the Little Dog laughed to see such fun
All because the Dish fell in love with the SPOON.
Hey you
Hey you, yes you standing there
Are you ashamed?
Are you afraid?
Do you even care?
Hey you, yes you, stop right there
I heard it all
I saw you there
Oh, how I wish I did not care
Hey you, yes you, don’t look over there
It’s you, you’re the one I’m talking to
You know me, yes you do
I sit above, high above your head.
I am your conscience
And as your conscience I cried
I cried for the barmaid that you had raped
I cried for the young girl you terribly insulted.
Hey you, yep I have your attention now
You see the barmaid, yes you have been reported
The young girl, hung herself last night
She died hanging on a rope.
Hey you, Yep now I have your attention
Do you care now?
Are you scared now?
Hey you, behind those bars, I am your conscience.
Lisa Duggan 17 August 2014.
hi-jack my haiku?
Hah! You jacked the wrong ku
You stole a senryu
I hide my haikus
safe and sound beneath silly
senryus such as this
Hark and heed this Hank!
Stealing somebody’s senryu
is scandalous but
heisting a haiku?
holding a haiku hostage?
That's horrible Hank
Hey Baby S.K.A.T..."Where-You-At?"
Because, this is the place to be!
The Poetrysoup needs a scoop
Of your slamming poetry!
Hey Baby S.K.A.T... Let's go "Tit-For-Tat!"
But, prove to me that you want to win it!
Whatever you do...Don't obstruct my view,
Like a glass eye with a fish in it!
Hey Baby S.K.A.T...Come join my FRAT!
And show me that you have a quick hand!
You must be able to prove yourself stable,
Like a peg leg with a kick stand!
Hey Baby S.K.A.T...Don't be a BRAT!
Don't just lay down and take a nap!
Please don't fear that your slams look weird,
Like an AFRO with a chin strap!
Hey Baby S.K.A.T...Your MOM is FLAT!
OOOOH! Now what do you have to say?
I have bigger breast on MY chest.
"NOW do you want to come out and play?"
Hey Baby S.K.A.T...This is just a SPAT
To see if I can hit that spot!
So, I will put this one to bed, but like Jay-Z said...
"Little Mama...Show me what you got!"
It could have been me,
It might have been you.
Race and color is baloney,
When another hurts you!
Three huge men, watched
a New York woman die.
They even shut the door.
I was both angry and wanted
to cry.
Her face was smashed by his
gigantic feet.
But those three men, who did
not a thing, explain that to your
maker when His face you meet!
It's easy to stop disaster... stop
being a wimp!
Open your mouth, distract them,
don't be a useless gimp.
Here's a simple ploy, that stops
any bully of a man!
Yell......"Your fly is open," he
becomes dis-manned.
I did that myself on the streets
of San Francisco!
A man beating a woman in
broad daylight, oh?
Blood flying just everywhere,
pedestrians ignored it?
I just got in his face, told him
to stop hitting her this minute!
Don't ask me where that courage
came from!
I just saw pain and wanted to
stop the bum!
He swore at me, in words quite
unintelligible!
Turned angrily away, and ran on
the double.
I helped the woman pick up her things.
She said, thank you and went about
on about her meanderings.
"Don't be a wuss, and ever allow another
to be beaten!"
Being a good Samaritan means you are
a credit to the human race.
Something that neither time nor age can
ever deface!
When police are not in the area to assist
you....
Support your fellow human,
Walking away, I heartily eschew!
Perhaps it was two beatings, I endured in
Chicago Public Schools?
That gave me the courage to make protecting
another, my life's golden rule!
4/1/2021
~5~
The title captures the reader’s attention,
It's like bait on a hook that draws the reader in.
Let it be clever and creative; your own invention.
It supports the message expressed within.
A title can be like a magnet; it has pulling power,
and compels the reader to take a look.
Stops one in their tracks no matter the hour,
they feel like they must open the book.
The title can't be some mere afterthought,
something that's made up at the last second.
A carefully picked title gives books a strong shot;
it can be so captivating that it will beckon.
Some books are left abandoned on a shelf
because their title didn't stand out in a crowd.
A write with a stunning title advertises itself,
choose one amazing; so you can be proud.
05/02/2021
People say you are inimitable,
And they often acclaim you!
But there is nothing so special,
Like we human endue!
Why don’t you make some noise?
Why don’t you dress up colorfully?
May be you don’t have any other choice
To color your life delightfully!
Sky being gazar…
And gems sewed in it, is star
Well, you surround us with blanket
When would you serve us with banquette!?
Learn from us stars,
Learn from us…
How to shine, even when atmosphere never permits you
learn to creep and touch the moon,
learn to be unique in spite of your clusters.
Though you constellate you never intimate to each other.
Hey, don’t look at me with livid eye
all the above is not because of my vanity.
You are the only wonder in the sky
Who would live even after we human die!
Though you stand far apart,
you sow the seed of verve in heart
and whirl as a wheel for the cart,
to join people who depart.
Finally I learned
To make even the darkest night to upbeat …
I tried to fight it
because I didn't understand it
Is this feeling love?
I've never seen you face to face
you live somewhere in cyberspace
I'm drawn to your lines
I wish that you were all mines
But it's all dream
Nothing is really as it seems
I came to one conclusion
I love your poetry and that's not an illusion
Alexis Y.
10-21-16