Best Hut Poems
Love in a beach hut came my way,
and, a bit cramped, we lay
until the moon rose over
Kettle's Bay.
Polly, the maid, came opportunely,
to bring us tea
and the three
of us sat happily.
Love out of a beach hut came my way,
and Polly came half-way through
with tea
and that's when we threw her in the bay.
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8/3/2015
Contest - Just make me laugh
Sponsor - Christine Lehman
3rd place win
3 holes Hut on Cubbie
Yep me an Sow the wild pig were,
Under the low set hut, yessir,
I was 12 months old, I be,
Nappies were short, so I had none see,
The piglet kept me clean,
Did he…
The old hut is now a fallen down,
Where piggy an I would wriggle around,
I only came out, when she needed to see,
When mama fed the fat piggie,
Then I’d crawl and bound,
1946 I say it was,
under the one room hut of cos,
we had no lectricity,
and cooked outside under a tree,
brown boredrain fed the pig an me,
till civilized I got because,
I needed to be,
Tommy Hook he came to me,
A lousy Jack, one legged he,
Noisy family bird was, see,
Great chatterer, quite featherly,
A talker of the bush,
We came there by sulky,
with an unbroken horse,
it had the blinkin blnkers,
to maybe force,
it not be frightened see,
by the sight of a close sulky,
across the watercourse,
so harnessed up and circling free,
at the canter it, came round for me,
when mum threw me up by force,
an poppa caught me in the sulky,
one hand was free, I got caught,
she sprung aboard next circle brought,
and off sailed the family,
to old Cubbie, yet of course,
to the stink of wet Gidgee,
after rain, the smell so coarse… Don Johnson
Yes Joe...8
Yes at a year old i needed a friend,
so a wild piglet came and then,
was a pet of the family,
brought by my pig chasing dad for me,
from a brood that an old Sow had when,
he found em in the thin Lygnum bush old friend,
in the shade of a Gidgee tree...
I'm hut.
In Ancient,
I was the perfect
Breeded by palms cut.
In my belly everyone liveth
When the villains wants to hurt
But now unlike then, I'm left with folks
Wisdom came to my people to make a difference
Little of their sweet talk I was belittled,so helpless
I am your HOME, your SHIELD, everyone care less.
Though I could lost the best but know i'm the first
What am I to you? That's the only question I'd left
Is it just a drawn triangle on a square box length?
Let the world know I am this!! written in concrete
Yea, I am the Hut, I was left alone, I am well hurt.
Asphyxiated and found dead
Raped and found dead
Unsure what happened, and found dead
Nepali women found dead
Snake bitten and found dead
Eaten by tigers and found dead
Left in a small dark menstrual hut
And found dead
Nepali women found dead
Shunned and labelled unclean
Ostracized for the wonderful way
God has insured they can have babies
Asphyxiated, raped, snaked, and frozen
And found dead. Someone is not right in the head.
These huts should be torn up and spit out.
Please, people, permanently get these women out!
can be quite fun there
sixteen year old girls and food
both are synonems
There’s a billy on the open fire
Piles of beech wood by the door
Smokey stains adorn the iron roof
Wax drips on bench and floor.
Old cobwebs drape the windows
Dog-eared cards upon a shelf
The half a dozen Readers Digests
Will fill the evening by yourself.
Outside the rain is pouring down
As you brew your cup of tea
A candle betrays a subtle draft
But you're warm and quite comfy.
Bunks line against a single wall
You see where mice have chewed
Checking socks upon the mantelpiece
Again enjoying the pleasing mood.
As you sign within the guestbook
A chance to read the travellers tales
Of epic journeys, in stunning land
Huge success and classic fails.
Lives saved by simple shelter
To casual stops along the track
Unplanned stays for many a day
Seen as palace, a villa, and shack.
And to you this place is special
It’s a place you just adore.
And though you’ve never visited,
You know you've been in here before.
*The NZ Department of Conservation manages a network of over 950 huts of all shapes and sizes. They provide unique places to stay, refuge from bad weather, or rest and recover while experiencing the great outdoors.
The Beach Hut
In states of all ends of the spectrum
desperation of some time in times of
glorious exhilaration fire works elation
in times of simply being a being just
the same in kitchen bed in thoughts
in garden with gloom and darkness on
strands of fortunate rainbows and
prism-ed moons of reality we kindle
light and sound and touch and all I longed
for then and there and wish right now
is that little shack by the ocean by the
roaring soaring sea gulls scent of kelp
and driftwood puffins octopussy's ink
that crafted shaggy roof abode and
beach hut to knit our dreams together
furthermore to stars and way beyond
in soothing crested echoes of the wild
blue waters violet weavers of dreams
Sunny skies and summer breezes
gently sweeping yellow sand and
mud and sea shells talking dolphins
soft caresses on my lips my shoulder
my mind and soul and whatever else
comes becomes and goes to matter most
Inside out we know each other
left and right and top and bottom
and centre focus steam and where
misty motion resides with ease
stillness esteems thunder comforts
from the joy of love compassion's souls
kindness our souls are meeting mating
fast and slow and faster slower then and when
the moon sets settles sings and whistles
in darkness and the brightest light
All I wish in fiery longing in delight
and in despair against my reason’ skill
is to be filled and fill you ever more
with such true love wild and still in
mental passion and the magnum
metaphysics' opus rhapsody 'oceani'
of reality a beach hut wished for
just a simple beach hut and love
one thousand kisses deep and more
your love in me and I with you
12/20/21
Ten hut!
Can't let up
Even though, it can get messed up
Really F'd up
Do not get fed up
Keep your head up
Stay sharp, don't get set up
Careful where a disagreement ends up
Heads up!
Many fast to wet up
From the legs up
To the neck up
Bleeding out a color similar to Ketchup
The proof was there or quickly got swept up
Prices continually went up
Falling behind, because you never kept up
Get your bread up
Often in life you'll have to step up
Sped up
Engines revved up
Couldn't let it go, so they dredge up
Old news they spoke and penned up
But I did my homework and read up
So you're about to get shred up
You'll never surface, even after a check up
Kept mine, others went against their own word
Too late to sojourn
At the point of no return
Due to a slow burn
Often went through the wringer
You'd think I've been on Jerry Springer
She wants the whole world and a gem on her finger
Meanwhile around the corner death always lingers
Hit them with another zinger
Hook, line and sinker
As I continue to tinker
Ya'll can be some stinkers
I always put on a blinker
Soon to give up being a daily drinker
Becoming a complex thinker
Avoiding any gold diggers
Feeling vigor
It's time I'm onto something bigger
Don't need to reconsider
Even though many are quick to pull the trigger
People continuing to bicker
Remaining bitter
Known as a fibber
Caught up on twitter
It's been pleasant or gotten sicker
Going well or down the s***ter
Staying clean or full of litter
A whole nation hooked
Easily getting cooked
And forsook
They never caught on or looked
Strength, dedication and heart is what it took
Couldn't find it all from a book
Had to put each foot
Through miles of soot
By the end they were shook
Or tried to portray me as a crook
Not a big fan of dungarees
Getting tired of all this gluttony
Too much redundancy
And puppetry
Still living sucker-free
Yet another attempted to humble me
So I got the upper hand suddenly
Their soul the devil took custody
I continued on triumphantly
Cautious of who's around as company
She's just a tease
And he's such a sleaze
Try to touch my cheese
Then the trigger of a gun I squeeze
Doesn't matter if you run or freeze
Mountain Hut
There is a mountain hut I know
Nestled away from rain and snow
I’m always welcome when I go
For we are known from long ago
Here where the trees I know by name
Where all for sure will be the same
When life is changing ever fast
It’s nice to find that some things last
The smell of the bush
The evening hush
Mighty man with humble grace
All are welcome in this place
It’s raining on the tin roof
As if I needed further proof
That sheltered here away from storms
A feeling of oneness that forms
A mountain man at home up here
That we could lose this place I fear
For future hunters, this I ask
Protect this heritage that it might last
Honouring the memories of Hunters past
The romantic hut
Sights holding
As from a bud
Flower blooming
Smell spreading,
For the beauty
Birds are singing,
Butterflies dancing
Saying it is spring,
It is spring,
Come all out of door,
Have a tour,
Sing a tone for life,
Life is nice, rich,
All are wealthy,
No one is poor,
Help one another
To be really happy.
A House A Hut
By Franklin Price
2/19/2017
A house, a hut, a small abode
A mansion down a winding road
A mountain cabin in the air
A farmhouse old and kept with care
A penthouse high on cityscape
A sea side cottage on the cape
Plantation home with columns high
A Fifth wheel RV passing by
A gated complex, guards outside
Within these more and more reside
A hotel room, for when we roam
We live in each, not always home
Home is where the heart resides
Where love and hope and strength abides
Where family and friends can come
Where we live now, or started from
Home is much a state of mind
In memories, we each can find,
A place of peace and comfort there
With ones, we know, who always care
That's what a home is all about,
Not the structure, have no doubt,
Where love and peace and friends abound
When we are there, then home we've found.
< winds gallow
o ~ speak out thou shallow
in ancient magnitudes of whispers
wrapped in sparkling gems but that of more crisper
embracing majesty like re- known spun hipster
and thy O~ answers babbling tongue
symbols of new births young
nature's son
A little garden blooms
Next to a hut of grass
As impotent clouds silently looms
Under a sky of brass
The garden is green and lush
Next to a hut of grass
And tomato cheeks fatly blush
As the scorching sun arcs past
The garden is kept moist to root
Next to a hut of grass
And every season bears its fruit
Even is the sky is brass
The care of the garden green
Next to a hut of grass
Is in the care of fingers seen
Pulling out the weeds and grass
And the seed was give – the seed will grow
Next to a hut of grass
With flowers and with fruit to show
As you’ll see when you pass
What is the Lord’s the Lord’s will stay
Next to a hut of grass
As hands that pull and hands that pray
Has a garden of the highest class
in the far fringe of a woody island
with a river slithering along in gentle leaps
and a mud road stretching behind
there is a solitary hut
visible through the patches
of light and shadow
with its precincts lapped by the waves
and the rich alluvial soil
engendering trees of robust growth
in it, live a man and wife
a pair made for each other!
their likes and longings
blend and bleed into oneness
they grow in the joy of a living love
making life a celebration in a rare way
their humble hut is always blessed
by seasonal fruits from trees of tropical kind
where giant trees stand watch over
loaded with jack fruits and tangy mangoes
with creepers in greener leaves
and their foliage, ever in a merry dance
latching and intertwining their tendrils
their dinner, rich with fresh fish
caught through angling
in which both engage in the evenings
in the air, there is a subdued roar
made by the swish and swirls of life
but in the silent interstices
between the rush and blur
there descends a heavenly peace
when their souls go on a dance
making theirs a happy home
sweeter than all mansions of gold
A Strand (1047) Poetry Contest
Sponsor- Brian Strand
The strands that hold my heart
Wither with all time spiral of smoke
In thy dense foggy village hut
My sweet soul is all soot coated
Someone has to lend it a white robe
that which has no cobweb mosaic
For the serenade of the winds invites
it to a wild party...
There is a crescendo of hooting
amid excruciating incessant looting
of the treasures of happiness
The pods of the hurt heart
may forever abide in thy hut
for the World party is invite-only.