NO RUNNING, JUMPING, OR DIVING FROM THE BALCONY
(sign at the pool in the YMCA on Huntington Ave, Boston}
NEVER PUT ANYTHING IN YOUR NOSE SMALLER THAN YOUR ELBOW
(what my mom shouted while she removed a marble)
WHENEVER POSSIBLE..EAT THAT LAST COOKIE
(always a challenge among siblings)
NEVER BELIEVE ANYTHING BILLY TELLS YOU
(everyone had a “Billy” often working under an alias)
Childhood economics (circa 1955)
He swallowed a quarter then sat in the toilet for 3 hours awaiting an economic recovery.
Never shake another’s Piggy Bank
A penny found is a piece of candy – possibly two
If God has a house this big what’s He need my nickel for?
Education
If the teacher is so smart why is she asking me: “How much is two plus two?”
Categories:
huntington, childhood, fun, humor, truth,
Form: List
"I love words, because they're mine. Utterly, completely mine. I can share them with others. I can keep them to myself. I can use them over and over again. No matter what I do, they'll always be mine. No one can take them away from me." - Parker S. Huntington
Penniless and powerless
Naught is utterly mine,
'Cept one significant thing
That shall never be thine
Take thee my happiness
Take thee all my time,
Still, I hold the words
And I possess the rhyme
For poetry, thou cannot claim
Be I alive or be I dead,
Naught is utterly mine
'Cept thine words thee read.
Categories:
huntington, death, life, poems, poetry,
Form: Rhyme
Being in the hot seat
Is second nature to me
I’ve always thought it neat,
Being in the hot seat
‘Tis not always so sweet
Expressing opinion, you see,
Being in the hot seat
Is second nature to me.
Written August 14, 2022
[I wrote Opinion for the
Huntington, WV Dispatch
for about eight years!]
Categories:
huntington, how i feel, perspective,
Form: Triolet
Blue is the ring around my boyfriends eyes
when the light hits them.
Blue is the weird color I never used in kindergarten,
because I thought it was for boys.
Blue is the smell of salt and the sound of seagulls
on a Tuesday afternoon in Huntington.
Blue is the shade of my wristband for Horror Nights
the first time I went with my love.
Blue is the color of my ripped denim jeans I wore
to pick up my sister from the airport.
Blue is what I painted my toes the
morning of my mom’s wedding.
Blue is the feeling my family felt,
when we lost a loved one.
Blue is the stain on my carpet
when I was painting my brothers skateboard.
Blue is the electricity and the anticipation,
before a concert starts.
Blue is the color my sister said she hated,
but always used when doing her eyeshadow.
Blue is the color that holds memories
and reminders of the little big things in life.
Categories:
huntington, 11th grade, beach, blue,
Form: Lyric
California oceans live in my heart
driving along the familiar coast
From one city to another
signals change and meander
oh how those moments resonate
inside an ache of longing
The pelicans and seagulls
waves crashing along the sand
crowded piers and restaurants
surfers changing near their cars
Every beach is different
from Redondo to Huntington
Long Beach and San Pedro
and everywhere in between
Each place a blurred memory
haunting within like chimes in the wind
surely a part of me remains
somewhere along that old PCH
Categories:
huntington, feelings, history, home,
Form: Free verse
Harriet has Beckwith-wiedemann syndrome,
Something which shortened her right side,
And she also his difficulty with blood sugar,
But she’s a dog lover of Baya Bear and Bow.
Born in Huntington which is a market town,
In Cambridgeshire, on the 6th of May 1991,
She’s good at the breaststroke and medley,
Which she practices in Peterborough’s club.
Harriet splashed onto the swimming scene,
In 2010 at the World Champs, Netherlands,
Where she won the silver individual medley,
And the gold for the SB9 100m breaststroke.
She suffered from illness in the year of 2011,
But at the British Champs in 2012 in London,
She won the gold for the 100m breaststroke,
So at the 2012 Paras Harriet won the bronze.
In French Montreal in Canada land in 2013,
Harriet won the silver breaststroke class SB9,
And then in Portugal’s Funchal on Madeira,
She won gold medley relay and silver 4x100.
This sent Harriet to Rio where she excelled,
To win silver in the 100m breaststroke again,
In a time of 1:16.87 minutes to tail behind,
Gold medalist Lisa Kruger, the Netherlands.
Categories:
huntington, sports, strength,
Form: Blank verse
Copyright 2014 ALL RIGHTS RESERVED
POETIC LYRICS BY THOMAS LAM HSI ANDRESS
HER MOVIES..................'YOU KNEW'...............SHE TOLD YOU!
JANINE HOOPS.........DANIELLE HOOPS.........JANINE TURNER!!!
HUNTINGTON BEACH, CALIFORNIA..........GUARDIAN SAVINGS AND
LOAN!!!
THE ANCIENT GRIMORIES [SATANIC PROPHECIES......100% CORRECT]!!!
Categories:
huntington, angel, love, sad love,
Form: Ballad
Tell me why you even bother to stay,
And this time, don’t tell me another lie.
Tell me why you left my arms for hers,
She must be ten times more beautiful than I.
Tell me if her lips taste like mine,
Tell me if she loves you like I do.
Tell me if she says your name the same,
Tell me why I’m not good enough for you.
Tell me why you always said, “I love you,
You’re my one and only.”
You promised you would always love me,
And that you would never leave me feeling lonely.
I feel like a caged bird,
Longing to be free.
How long did you think you could have her,
At the same time you wanted me?
I wonder what you will do,
When she leaves you like you left me.
By the time you open the door,
I will have already spread my wings and flown free.
Tell me, was she worth it?
Was she worth loosing me?
You can only hurt the one who loves you so much,
Before the spread their wings and fly free.
Copyright ©2009 MeganHuntington
Written by Megan Huntington and Jacqui Smith
Categories:
huntington, heartbroken, love, me, time,
Form: I do not know?
My given destiny, a meanderer…
Saigon bloomed in endless joy
To see its colors faded, a mournful night,
Yellow flags with three red stripes,
Lowered by the southern dwellers,
Succumbed a war to the heroic Vietcong,
Vietnam, north and south, I stood in the middle.
London dwelt in my heart, ever…
Her soul, destroyed by the terrorists,
Had nothing left but yesterday’ scars;
Her face, a rose less rosary.
Huntington beach wandered without me,
Searching for cyan joy,
But once a storm had wrecked her pier,
Her heart held the souvenir that ever lingered.
In the vortexes of three continents, I called my god.
Categories:
huntington, urban,
Form: Free verse