Singer appreciate singer
Who sing their songs
One time, in the mall
An artist just walk on the lobby
And suddenly hears her song being sung
By an ordinary artist who performs
To the audience for an intermission
Suddenly, the original artist came
At the back and whisper that says
"That's my song", then the singer said
You are Morissette, she said yes
"Can you sing this for me live?"
Morissette heed the request and sing
People get start to be curious since
The good voice started wafting in the air
You hear the hoorahs and hoorays from audience
It ends with so much thank you
Sometimes, pure performance from real artist
Came suddenly to life happen when its less unexpected.
Categories:
hoorays, engagement, life, surreal,
Form: Narrative
HOORAHS, HOORAYS
Fill up my days
A fresh picked bundle
Of N/A’S
I chuckle
As I shake my head
Just happy knowing
They’ve been read
John G. Lawless
©10/8/2022
Categories:
hoorays, poetry, writing,
Form: Couplet
Happiness holds a historical record for having a heavenly holiday
Her husband’s husky half adds hardy hilarity huffs to her hoorays
Handy huffing hints of horribly honorable hearty humor handling Halifax
Categories:
hoorays, 10th grade, 11th grade,
Form: Alliteration
there were buzzers and bells, rattles and bangs
a long rubber snake with horrible fangs
a mural in crayon the length of the hall
of misshapen cows -giraffes not too tall
out in the kitchen the dog cleaned the floor
then he circled again looking for more
for eggs had been dropped and milk had been spilled
making breakfast for mom had the kids thrilled
dad in his apron, the kids in PJ'S
stirred, mixed and cooked amid shouts and hoorays
then quietly opened mom's bedroom door
awakening her from a loving faux snore
a morning repast most people would dread
dad and the kids serving breakfast in bed
John G. Lawless
1/10/2021
Categories:
hoorays, children, dad, food, mom,
Form: Sonnet
Old Lang Syne meaningfully with gusto
Hogmanay celebrations in full swing
Revellers savour whiskeys afterglow
Watching square dancers doing highland fling
Laden snow clouds have accumulated
Inky heavens to sheer mountain ski top
As frozen misty hailstones enshrouded
onwards from midnight chimes, it did not stop
Mechanisation had ground to standstill
So stranded most where, no alarm to raise
Prompted mountaineers try to ski downhill
Technology cut off they did appraise
Happily acknowledging extra days
Revellers exclaimed jubilant hoorays
Oct 29 2019
New Fall Sonnets Poetry Contest
Emile Pinet
Categories:
hoorays, celebration, winter,
Form: Sonnet
The stars are not so far.
You may pluck them
like berries, and pop them in your mouth
and they will twinkle on your tongue,
or you can put them in your pockets like candies,
or carry them home in a handkerchief.
Remember to roll up your slacks
as you stand in the river of wind,
your bare feet clutching the grass as you reach.
Night makes you taller than the street lamps
as you stroll farther and farther from bed,
your head about to bump the moon.
The Earth does not feel your weight
as it spins through the darkness
unable to reach the end,
just spinning
and spinning through darkness,
meteors flying past it like warning shots
as meteorites penetrate its airy flesh.
And it spins as fast as it can
trying to stay out of the way
but unable to escape,
blue and beautiful,
a jewel the rocks will never celebrate
as they collide in space in "hoorays" of dust and
silent booms.
Blue jewels are not gems in space
they are freaks,
forever squirreling around the sun,
as the galaxy goes on,
twinkles on,
spiraling down the cosmic drain
of a
big
black
hole ---
Categories:
hoorays, adventure, angst, deep, depression,
Form: I do not know?
There is something about palm branches,
The halleluiahs and hoorays
That separate Palm Sunday
From the following dark days.
They came en masse to laud him
With fever running high
They turned away to save themselves
When danger edged too nigh.
Only a few would follow Him
As he walked towards his grave.
Only a few would honor Him
For coming to Earth to save.
Would you have been among the few
Who dared to call Him King?
Or among those who shouted crucify,
His unearned death to bring?
If I had lived in those days
And been blessed to see my Lord,
I pray I would have stayed with Him
And heard His final word.
“Father forgive them, for they know not what they do.”
By: Joyce Johnson 4/13/11
Categories:
hoorays, faith
Form: Rhyme