Best Huey Poems
Always Prepared
Ready
Freddy
The Untamed
Feral
Ferril
What’s in Frankie’s Pockets?
Frankie’s
hankies
Patriotic Guy
Yankee
Frankie
Of the highest Quality
Fraser’s
razors
Small Eater
Grazer
Frazer
The Warlock
Pagan
Fagin
The Brilliant One
Star Glow
Fargo
Something’s About to Happen to Him
Herald
Gerald
Poet
The bard
Gerard
The Mimic
Parrot
Garret
Who Needs Pudding and Pie
Georgie
Porgie
Good Grief!
Lordy,
Gordy!
Best Things in his Garden
Gerrett’s
carrots
The Stoic
Steely
Greeley
What People Always Say to Him
Really,
Greeley?
The Generous One
Sharin’
Garen
Thrill Seeker
Gnarly
Harley
So Angry
Snarly
Harley
Embittered
Soured
Howard
Not Brave at All
Coward
Howard
What’s in Henny’s pocket
Henny’s
Pennies
The Pest
Vermin
Herman
What Herman Gives Each Sunday
Herman’s
sermons
Why Can’t He Just Stay Home?
Roamer
Homer
Better Than Ice Cream
Sherbet
Herbert
Get Him Band-aids
Howie’s
Owies
Nonsensical
Phooey
Huey
Always Amazed
Wowie
Howie
The Overly Sentimental One
Gooey
Huey
I sing a song of three.
There’s Larry, Curly, Moe;
the Ego and the Id
and the Super Ego.
Three Kings of the Orient
are known as three wise men.
Showing up at Christmas too
in song are three French hens.
Rock, paper, scissors -
three gestures with the hand;
tricycles; three-legged races -
things of kiddie land.
Three little kittens; three blind mice;
three were the billy goats gruff.
three bags of wool; three little pigs;
three bears for Goldilocks were more than enough.
Being three sheets to the wind
won’t be very good
if a 3-ring circus
becomes your neighborhood.
But three are the Amigos
and three the Muskateers.
Charlie had three Angels -
they were TV dears!
Huey, Dewey, Louie;
Kirk, Spock and McCoy;
Peter, Paul, and Mary
I sure did enjoy!
Three were Cream, ZZ Top,
Rush and Motorhead,
Diana Ross with her Supremes
(but not the Grateful Dead).
Three’s Company, but three’s a crowd!
Three strikes you’re out: a yard’s three feet.
Three-piece suits and Hanson Brothers.
Girls think those are sweet!
Ice cream Neapolitan
comes in flavors three.
So does three-cheese pizza
or a sandwich BLT.
Three-leaf clovers do abound
though luckier are four.
Yellow, red and blue when mixed
make three colors more.
Three things evil not to do
are to hear, to speak and see.
Holy is the number three
when it’s the Trinity.
Splendid are the trilogies
like Lord of the Rings.
Clearly you can see by now,
in threes there come good things.
Feb. 13, 2021
For the 3 Poetry Contest of Anthony Biaanco
Now for L Milton Hankins' YOUR PERSONAL FAVORITE, NO. 2 Poetry Contest
We were three siblings
Always share with each other
Every Tuesday we got Donald Duck
A pleasure to read about his friends
My brother who was the youngest
could not read ... but he did enjoy the pictures
A whole week to wait for the sequel
Current Donald has no nephews
named Huey, Dewey or Louie
But he has a son in law
we all know that ... a counselor ... or whatever
You do not have to wait until Tuesday
Donald of 2017 we follow hour by hour
minute by minute ... night and day
It's Showtime ...
Donalds mask cracks
~ Quack
~ Donald gets pissed
05.02.2017
Sun :) - A-L Andresen :)
Copyright © All Rights Reserved
Saddle up! Saddle up! It time to go.
I heard the Sergeant’s call
I held by rifle against my chest,
And vowed to give my all
It’s time the Sergeant said, move out
Let put your boots on the ground
For God, Corps and Country,
I took a solemn oath, I’m duty bound
To the landing zone I gladly went
Then the day slowly began to wane
I picked up my ammo and weapon,
Not a word did I complain
Suddenly, I heard high in the sky
The gunships thundering roar,
I watched with great anticipation
Then felt my pulse begin to soar
Six Huey Cobra gunships suddenly
Bursting forth from the sky
It was my ride to to camp Khe Sanh
Where many marines live and die
Towards the besieged compound
Without a word we went
Their engine roaring louder,
The gunships pilots refusing to relent
When I arrived on the battlefield,
I stepped out and pensively planted my feet
I looked around at my surroundings
The pestilence of war their I meet
From inward fears beyond passion’s pledge
In their hands they held my fate
And of this mortal enemy
Their rockets would not abate
Then I heard the sergeant shouting
I wished the rocket had gone awry
While in this dreary existence
I turned to God and sought a reason why
I dove into my sand bag bunker, I didn’t’ hesitate
I felt my heart beat strong in a bunker in Khe Sanh
And when the sun rises heralding a new day
I’ll strain all my senses, look and ponder long
I never meant to linger, only thirteen months I’ll stay
For strong is the life of which I intend to save
As the North Vietnamese Army surrounds us
Their intent obvious, to put me in a grave
They didn't ask for pity - they didn't ask for praise!
They didn't ask for medals - or military parade!
They didn't ask for sorrow - when we laid them in their graves!
And they didn't ask to be hero's - but that's what they became,
When Johnny, came marching home!
When Johnny came marching home that day, "OO-RAH"! "OO-RAH"!
They gave him NO hearty welcome then, "OO-RAH"! "OO-RAH"!
Yes some men did shout and women spat, and the boys with clout, they all turned
out,
They were ALL so brave then, when Johnny came marching home!
But those who spat and the boys with clout did not know what they spoke about,
but they all came out to blame Johnny for marching home!
They all came out to blame Johnny for coming home!
Yes, they were ALL, SO BRAVE, when Johnny came marching home on crutches
with just one leg that day! "OO-RAH" SOLDIER!
We promised we'd take care of them but
Somehow those noble words, like one old soldier said,
Don't die, they just fade away!
Which one of you would have held a dying friend, all through that God-less night,
Bleeding, crying, dying, after a bloody fire-fight,
Trying the best you could to call in a Huey, and get him on a medevac flight at first
light! Which one of you would have pick-up that fallen soldiers gun and just kept
going on?
Which one of you would have fought again, until the battles won!
Instead we built a wall of stone / for the soldiers who did fall / then carved their
names upon it, and called that welcome home!
They fought for the red, white and blue, all American soldiers, who fought for the
red, white and YOU!
And a family waits with pride, see, they just got word, only two more days and
he'd be coming home for good. Then at the door, two soldiers stood in the shadow
of twilights glow, it seemed so surreal, but also apropos.
With folded flag, of the stars and stripes in hand, at attention they did stand.
Then, with solemn grace and dignity said the words all families dread!
"On behalf of a grateful nation, he fought the bravest fight"!
But with deepest sympathy, your soldier-son, won't be coming home tonight!
They didn't ask for pity - they didn't ask for praise!
They didn't ask to be hero's - but that's what they became!
I am tough like Huey,
I dream like Martin,
I see like Malcolm,
I stand like Rosa,
I am educated like Booker,
I am the stature of Fredrick,
I am the embodiment of a civil right movement,
But I am the reflection of history,
I am the rebellion of Nate,
I am a leader like Tubman,
I am the community of Black Wall Street,
But I am the audacity of hope like Obama,
I am the most hated man like Colin,
But I am the most beloved person like Nelson,
I am the ascendant child of Africa,
But I am a citizen of a nation that is United States,
My oppression is of a third world,
But I have an opportunity,
I am from poverty,
But that won’t stop me,
Where I go,
My people will follow,
I am the example of greatness,
But endure failures,
I am victory like the revolutionary war,
But I still have a long way to go to be free.
One morning, when I was stationed at base operations in Subic, I had a
telephone call. A Filipino shipyard worker had died during the night-shift,
on the job at the navy repair facility, apparently of natural causes. But to
cover our backsides, the shipyard wanted to fly the body to Clark Air Force
Base for autopsy by a pathologist. Just to make sure.
So I called one of the many helicopter pilots I had become acquainted
with to set the flight up. The pilot said “No problem, just put the body in
a body bag, and we’ll strap him into one of the UH-I’s seats (the helicopter
workhorse of Vietnam), call it a training flight, and do the deal.” So, I called the
shipyard, told them what to do, and went back to my morning cup of coffee.
A few minutes later, the admiral’s Aid called, to tell me that the admiral’s
driver, a marine corps sergeant with three Purple Hearts from combat in
Vietnam, was going to be charged with some minor legal offense by his
Philippine girlfriend, in order to keep him in the Philippines, instead of
returning to his wife in the US. The admiral wanted to get him to Clark and
en route home ASAP to avoid bi-lateral US-Philippine embarrassment.
So I called the pilot to tell him he would have a second passenger. No
problem, I went back to my coffee.
A few minutes later, I got a call from the marine corps captain who was
in charge of the brig. He had a soldier stressed out from combat in Nam,
high on unknown drugs, and violent. He wanted to get him out of the brig,
and send him back to the US.
So I called the helicopter pilot again to inform him of his third passenger.
He agreed to take him, if he was put in a straight jacket and leg irons, and
accompanied by a an armed guard. A reasonable requirement, because
passengers had access to the pilots in UH1 “Hueys”.
I still wonder what the air force airman thought as he slid open the door
of that Huey when it landed at Clark.
Listen in,
The ultimate weapon that lays
heavy on your soul like an anvil,
they can motivate you to pursue your dreams, or
crush your whole existence and
leave you at a stand still,
there is power in them,
you can build strong towers with them,
Going as far as the imagination,
they can serve as the foundation of a nation,
or bring genocide to an entire generation,
In the beginning,
God spoke the world into existence with them,
In the 1950's, MLK, Malcolm X,
and Huey P. Newton started a resistance with them,
They can conquer all fears,
or provoke all tears,
promote life or death
as they travel from lip, to ear,
At times they are boldly profound,
but sometimes, their most powerful
statement is made, without so much as a sound.
They are the solitary confiners,
the subliminal reminders
that we are creatures of habit,
good or bad they are like drugs,
and it is easy to become an addict
In church we kneel and pray with them,
with friends we tend to play with them,
but be careful what you say with them,
because the words, we, give to others,
has a tendency to stay with them....
One.
A New Breed…
~ + ~
Some flew jets fast and low.
Some flew bombers,
high and out of sight of everybody.
But were those
who flew the Huey gun-ships our heroes.
~
We had those who were to come to our aid
who were called dust-off’s,
but like so often
things don’t always work out as they should,
get a hot LZ (landing zone) no bird for you.
~
It was on Nov of 65 a battle for us had started
that we thought was going to be our end.
The battle happened so fast the command did not
have time to even give it a name.
So they just called it X-Ray.
~
The fighting was so bad that the commander
had told all the helicopters to stand clear,
because of the hostile gunfire.
but one chose to stand by. At first by himself,
than our other gun-ships joined with him in the battle
and picking up our wounded.
But not the dust off’s.
He kept rearming himself
with all the water and ammo;
all that he could carry.
After shooting up his rockets and ammo;
he would land, all while getting shot at unloading,
picking up our wounded and dead,
taking them to Mash Unit, and doing
that over and over again.
Eight times while being wounded himself four times.
~
Yes, my pilot was a hero.
He won our Country’s
highest honor, The Medal Of Honor.
I am proud to have served with him
Captain Ed Freeman R.I. P.
and such a great group of men.
As the men of 1st Cavalry Division 7Br 2B C Troop.
~
Steven L Siegel
Monday, May 31, 2010
f*ck justin bieber
f*ck harold and kumar
f*ck huey lewis
f*ck star trek
f*ck everything that isn't classical music
f*ck art that doesn't make sense who the f*ck would pay
5 billion dollars for splotches
of
paint
f*ck mariah carey
f*ck reading books
get a kindle god dammit
it's 2012
and people still read books
and listen to the beatles
what the f*ck is wrong with you troglodytes
My name is Tom and I'm the cat here on Manor Farm
Let me introduce you to the gang .
I rule the roost as you will see and ginger the chicken she agrees.
The stable door top half open ,Mr Ed the horse says morning well he is a talking horse !
And daisy giving milk she's my favourite, cant think why !
I stroll over to the sty and give Dave a hi who's one happy looking pig
Shaun the sheep is in his field playing with his kids
and Shep the sheep dog is sat in the shed and he his fast asleep
And that's how he will stay, as I don't fancy being chased today.
Now over to the duck pond to see Donald and his crew. Huey , Dewey, and Louie
And finally to the farm house where the humans live. who are pretty good to me !
However them there humans have some nasty traits
They eat gingers kids for breakfast
Dave is turned into bacon and daisy into steak
Shaun gets the chop with mint and peas and the Donald is sold to the local Chinese
and Sheps pups are sold as a pets.
and Mr Ed is made to chases Fox's. Which is really not the best !
so all in all I'm just saying us animals are the best .
The cast
Manor farm : animal farm the farm out the book
Ginger : chicken run
Mr Ed : the talking horse 60 sitcom .
Daisy : magic roundabout children's TV program
Dave : are well been naughty here Google David Cameron and pigs, humm best not
Shaun : the sheep children's TV character
Shep : a dog on a UK children's program Blue peter
Donald : Disney duck and his nephews
Humans : Us
comp entry 15022016
One of the black greats, Huey P. Newton
Would've been better if he had stopped shootin'
One of the founders of the black Panther Movement
It was going well until all of the white men sued it
A legendary man, His name was Malcolm X
Joined the Nation of Islam to see what would happen next
on the 21st of February, Givin' a speech he got shot
All because tensions were a bit too hot
Spoke about a dream one day cause he couldn't sing
Of course I'm talking about Reverend King
He said everyday he had a dream
But every other black person was having nightmares in between
Best woman in the movement? Rosa Parks
Not listening and ignoring the orders the white man Barked
Didn't go to the back of the bus, No fear of being beaten
Kept the people's spirit alive and the movement of being defeated
Pichli shab ki tanhai mey ..
Yaadon ka aik album nikla ..
Guzrey maho saalon mey
Jis k safhey safhey per
Her chehra kuch khta tha ..
Kuch tasveerein dhundli thiin bohat
Kuch ka chehra shanasa daikha..
kuch ki aankhein shab ka ujala
Kuch ka chehra dhuwaan dhuwaan …
Kahan kis ney saath nibhaya tha ..
kahan kis sey dhoka khaya tha
Her ik chehra ik baab tha jaisey .
Jin chehron ko sung sung chalna tha
Zindgi ko guzerna tha..
Unhiin chehron sey dhoka khaya tha..
khud ko jaisey gunwaya tha…
gumaan yuun hua tha jaisey
woh jo aansoo’on sey bheegi kuch tasveerein thin
soi hui taqdeerein theen
zindagi k bisaat per ujrey huey
merey khwabon ki taabeerin thiin …!!
Disney
Mickey Mouse
Little Mermaid
Huey, Dewey, Louie
Disney
Disney
Donald Duck
Goofy Pluto
My favorite is Mulan
Disney
Disney
Think Frozen
Elza, Olaf
Snow White, Cinderella
Disney!
He hung out alone in his room most of the time
with his door locked,quiet.
He had a name. A short and simple one, that nobody could remember. Maybe it was Ken, or
Tom - something like that.
Yeah, the boy everybody made fun of
beacuse his Mummy had stiched his name onto the back of his PE bag.
Not just that, he had all his books perfectly coverered, I remember beacuse I used to hand
them out in the mornings.
He never came back to school after the holidays.
Jess said it was because he got sent to juvie for trying to butcher his Mum with the garden
spade. She heard that he was one of those "messed up kids," who finally flipped out. Huey,
agreed and said that it was only a matter of time before it happened.
According to Mia, she heard that his Mum was just standing there, when he came up from
behind and attacked her. She heard there was blood all over the place.
Everyone heard everything.
When our teacher came over to ask who we were talking about,
Jess said Ken.
Huey said Tom.
Mia said Bill.
Confused, they stared at eachother
then turned to the class, perhaps searching for the answer.
Everyone else, shrugged.