Long Hear hear Poems
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Dope boundary rope tropes…fans hopes..Ollie copes..thick skin…will find the strength within…ignores the din…as Pope unleashes that boyish grin..
Can hear Freddie and David…ddddd..Under Pressure…well..hard to measure the pleasure of the Pope’s treasure…papacy legacy pride..stops the slide..trumps the prodigy..got a ton to shun outgun..dumps the Bethell puns..rested and bested..still in at stumps.. after Stokes plumps for tried and tested..
Nasty ploys from the seedier media boys…that gambit or slight..of weedier..needier skittish rabbit in the floodlight habit..but such poise..delights despite the noise.. fights the red hot slingshot Jasprit highlights...that iconic.. chronic.. metronomic…never laconic..halcyon harbinger..joy bringer..humdinger swinger gunslinger....
Who’s got a clue what to do…where it will land…understand what the Bumrah brand’s got planned…should be banned…can’t watch it from the hand..love watching it from the stand..tames games…fanned flames…big names castles manned..but the sparkle of another debacle shames and blames…panned and canned..
Doff your hat…scoff..from the off…Test cricket doesn’t get harder than that…time we beckoned..back when Goochie opined…Essex accent whined..reckoned like facing the World’s test best one end.. and tother Ilford second eleven..
It was a story of small standing tall demanding another dance at the Bumrah ball as the diddy men zen of Ollie and Ben gave us a chance and dodged.. not bodged by the Jasprit lance
Even the boom boom cherry riff couldn’t biff the Pontiff of who we are so fond…no what if..made merry with his tintin strawberry blonde quiff in this tiff did respond..
Golly gosh the another level devil..tabloid tosh of him getting Bethell bish bash boshed…losing the race.. will never forget Ollie’s jolly face…gleaming…day dreaming yet screaming to those scheming and memeing…fury at the jury…beaming…the adored Pope ruled..his grace.. Dueled with the ultimate pace ace…an up yours…century scores…our faith restores ..Ollie.. rightly put out…brightly glowed..showed us what he’s all about..loud..proud shout to the crowd who know nowt…want him out…made it clear..peers cheers he holds dear..my best at your behest ..so sincere.. I deserve my Test place and rest my case..! Hear Hear..
~ My Fellow* Americans ~
(Regarding Presidential Elections)
Let us amend the Constitution
so we can find a fitting solution
for every election where the selection
of any candidate means indigestion
Here is what I propose
knowing that many will oppose
whatever upsets the status quo
'cos at heart most change is a no-go
Let us put a box on each and every ballot
for 'Neither of the Above,' and then shall it
poll a majority of electoral votes -- Hear, Hear:
We'll leave the Oval Office empty for four years!
Now before my idea you diss and you ding
Consider carefully this very significant thing
Your house is white -- Do you need a boss?
Well, neither does our nation ~ All is not lost
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*By the term 'fellow' I have no intention of offending
anyone undergoing gender reimagining, racial
composition detoxification and reincarnation, or sex-
ual preference alteration, so help me 'God,' The Force,'
'Ms. God,' 'The No-God,' Zoroaster, Zeus, Jupiter, Jesus,
Mohammed, Allah, Buddha, Antifa, BLM, AOC, Jeff
Bezos, Mark Zuckerberg, Karl Marx, 'The Current Oc-
cupant of the White House,' whoever ze, zi, za, zu, zo
may be. Whew! Thank you! :)
So deep the loss...loss
different than any of those others’.* Others
can’t help but hear my cries, cries
of help. So deep the sorrow...sorrow
keeps the lump in my heart, heart
of despair. The one I need most to hear...hear
me she never quit, until her time was up. Up,
I look for help. Down I read the tether lines, lines
upon pages in books. Books
written by varied authors. Authors —
I glean from their advice...advice
with stories of suffering, suffering
taken to the cross, nailed through feet and hands. Hands
fold. He patiently, lovingly, mercifully listens to me.
6/3/2021
*Or so it seems
My prayer for the good man
Save your soul first
If you have to save
The world
If the world
Is heavier than
You please cry
Or sleep
Why must you
Be the one to
Do for other
What is meant for all
Are you an alien
Remember you are
Human
Humans got natural
Habit
You really want to
Change that
Mr good man
How good are
You when you
See your own
Dying right in front
Of your eyes
In brutality
As your hear hear
Their sad loud
Voice from brutal
Torture
How good can you
Go
Mr good man
And please sorry
Did I actually said
I got a prayer for a
Good man
Please show Me one
With out a limit
They meet at the park at the crack of Dawn
A crowd of keep fitters ready to run
It may be a joy to those who are there
But it’s not everyone’s idea of fun
They limber up with a cup of coffee
And a few stretches to start the day
Up and about at Sparrow Fart
They will soon be on their merry way
As they gather in a reasonable line
Someone blows a whistle and off they go
Charging way into the early morning mist
Just like a rivers flow
A wise old Owl sat up in a tree
Watches intently as they go running by
I bet he thinks to himself
O why O why O why
A passing magpies lets it be known
That he will follow along
A hidden in the bushes nearby
A Robin lets out a song
Those overweight don’t last too long
And soon begin to walk
The others go about their merry way
As they continue to run and talk
It takes about an hour
To reach the end of the run
Believe it or not this is what is called
Early morning fun
But it’s mostly groans and coughs you hear
As they amble back to the car park
Never again I hear people say
Hear, Hear” says some bright spark
I think I will stick to my early morning walk
Less energetic and painful in the end
And enjoy the company of my little Sparrow
My early morning friend.
PLEASE
(Verse 1)
Lets put on a track
and let it play
Listen to what the beat say(say)
Listen to the drum the beat
Listen to the volume it speaks (speaks)
Go beyond the words
Get in your feelings(feelings)
Put your heart into this dealing(dealing)
You can reedit or revise
Lay it down
do it as if no ones around
Different genres lets choose it(choose it
Whatever you do don't stop the music(music)
(Chorus)
listen to the song
Feel the words
Don't base it off
What you heard(the beat)
Now days music sounds the same
lets make a difference be the change
Choose your words wisely
Others are listening
Open up your eyes pay attention
Its up to you so choose it
But please don't stop tbe music
(Verse 2)
Look at message
Is it clear
The music can they really hear(hear)
Or is it just a sound
Meanings of words no longer around
Now days all they take about is shooting taking other place
Even got a song out about getting a guy on the weekend
Its sad
The value of relationships have went bad
Its up to what you listen too
Some of it will have you
To change
and some will have you remain
Chorus)
listen to the song
Feel the words
Dont base it off
What you heard(the beat)
Now days music sounds the same
lets make a difference be the change
Choose your words wisely
Others are listening
Open up your eyes pay attention
Its up to you so choose it
But please don't stop the music
Bridge:Tell me you will
Tell me you can
Tell me you'll be more than
More than the music says
Or portrays , music still should be uplifting and nice today old school music should have value and still be displayed ( Repeat once)
Chorus)
listen to the song
Feel the words
Dont base it off
What you heard(the beat)
Now days music sounds the same
lets make a difference be the change
Choose your words wisely
Others are listening
Open up your eyes pay attention
Its up to you so choose it
But please don't stop the music
Repeat until chorus fades
Written by :Concetta Hardnett
11/25/2017
Cry, CRY
Wrench your heart and cry
For those with demons inside
With no will left to try
Scream, SCREAM
Find your voice and scream
For those who live in silence
Who are robbed of their dream
Mourn, MOURN
Beat your chest and mourn
For those lost in the night
Whose hearts have been torn
Wail, WAIL
Tear your clothes and wail
For those with twisted minds
Who seek help to no avail
Weep, WEEP
Close your eyes and weep
For the many living dead
Buried in nightmares deep
Hear, HEAR
Open you ears and hear
The silent cries of the poor
Who cower in their fear
See, SEE
Open your eyes and see
The one who is tormented
That tortured soul is me!
Eileen Manassian Ghali
Ode to Erato
“Hear, hear!” What’s this poppycock all about?
“Get rid of St. Valentine’s Day… you say — I say naught!”
Brave Britannia, are we losing our faculties?
I’d give my life for God, king, and country,
but to give up St. Valentine’s Day? “Preposterous!”
A night with Erato is an experience like no other.
Painfully erotic, overwhelming, and barbaric,
or tenderly smothering, so Oedipal complex,
as passion guides your heart’s desire in words.
'Tis to die satisfied, knowing the utmost pleasure.
So, to this chicanery, I say, let us sing
out in an overture, from soprano high to basso low,
with mid-range baritone in between,
to fragile Eros’s joy in avoiding Chronos’s eye,
and follow Erato and not be dismayed by Thanatos,
but let the sexes engage intimately
in the propagation of the species.
The family was poor
and on Christmas Eve
he went to bed still hungry
after his meagre evening meal.
He slept fitfully and dreamt
he had to work on Christmas Day,
distributing flyers to the people in town.
Hear, hear, read the news,
Today a Holy Child is born.
He ran from church to church,
from avenue to avenue,
from restaurant to restaurant,
spreading the good and holy news.
”Baby Jesus is born, Jesus is born!”
Soon he was tired for lack of food.
But though the job was badly paid,
he persisted for he believed
one day Jesus would bless him too.
So he went on, giving his flyers
proclaiming the holy news
until a strange light attracted him.
Slowly he approached and saw
a small Child in a manger
smiling softly at him.
“Come near my friend, come hear.
Look there are better flyers
beneath my cosy manger.
Go and distribute these.”
The newspaper boy obeyed.
He read the flyer and jumped with joy.
Quickly he returned to the centre
and with renewed energy he shouted:
“Hear, hear, read the news,
Heaven is full of repentant sinners,
come one, come all,
Heaven is there for you,
that's why He was born this day,
come hear the good news.
It is for you.
Merry Christmas.”
We can’t stand this chaos, we need an organized society
Heartless humor
Haven’t we been saying that since the 90s’, only where is the organization?
The country will change, and things will get better
Such open denial
Can’t someone see the country is changing, only things are getting worse
We need God in this country, don’t we?
What an ask
With all the praying and churches, isn’t God here yet?
If only these leaders will have the fear of God, perhaps things will be better
Hear, hear
Not with all the loose money and dirty lies making the rounds on the corridors of power
Electric power is off again for the umpteenth time, and these thoughts are flying loose upstairs
Irony of darkness
You probably have the same thoughts, but like me would continue to hope things get better