Long Hydro Poems
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Kieran is a former pupil of Beath High,
In the region of Fife, a Scottish pride,
He attended a sports day hosted by,
Disability Sport Fife, boccia to be bride.
Born on 21st July 1995, Crossgates,
He works extremely hard each day,
In home exercises, in gym weights,
In hydro and also in physiotherapy.
He went onto a sports programme,
Which was world class: consistency;
To develop his skill and his gram,
So he became in the world high.
In 2013 he won the Euros, Portugal,
And in 2015 he won silver, Surrey;
An HND from Fife College did call,
And he did study Radio for his lay.
Appreciation Amidst Irma©
After watching Irma terrorize Florida and the Caribbean
This is what appreciation looks like
I appreciate that
I have hydro with which to make my morning coffee
That the roof is still on my home
The car I drive is on four wheels and not on its side
There is a place to jog this morning free of debris
The roads to get to work are safe and passable
My job is waiting for me at its usual place and time
The basement is high and dry
The bus will arrive to take the kids to school
And it is not a wading pool
There is no search and rescue
Nor a curfew
No evidence of a storm
Well rested after a night in bed
No howling winds and banging instead
Hunkered down in the dark would not have been a lark
Thank goodness for the early warning system
The many helping hands
So many agencies to heed the call
Standing up against the wall of flood
Thank you to all the brave souls
Who were out on patrols
We appreciate that which we have
And a speedy recovery for those that have loss
Of any kind
Andreas Simic©
Spending a late autumn break
in the Scottish Borders countryside
though the climate then so cloudy
didn't deter as I got on my stride
Galashiels was our first base
staying at aq lovely accommodation
visited Sir Walter Scott's own home
stood in awe, such a poetic occasion
There was a wonderful tapestry
on display in Galashiels town
takes you through Scotland's history
such skill uplifts never to drown
We then moved on to Peebles Hydro
which eas a lovely hotel no doubt
with nice short walks way down
where River Tweed flows into town
The Scottish Borders are a treat
especially in autumn time of year
other highlights being Selkirk and Moffat
so many delights bring much cheer!
(Having spent a week in the Scottish Borders recently, just writing this piece about my experience of the highlights of this trip.)
On Halloween, I heard of a guesthouse
advertising stays in a haunted house.
Spend one night, get a year's lodgings for free,
I was sure it was mere hyperbole.
Its decrepit looks failed to frighten me,
so I decided to ask for a key.
And upon opening a daunting door,
my footstep drew squeaks from a creaking floor.
There was no hydro, only an oil lamp,
and the furniture felt filthy and damp.
But I proceeded to explore the halls,
checking out smells seeping out of the walls.
I heard garbled whispers and muffled screams;
the kind of things one hears in nightmare dreams.
A stench was oozing from cracks in the floor,
as I searched the attic spattered with gore.
My heart jumped; when shadows started to shift,
causing reality to bend and drift.
And as fear fuels the panic, I feel,
I'm more and more convinced ghosts are real.
I soon concluded that this wasn't funny;
my life is worth much more than free money.
So I quickly hightailed it out of there;
if that makes me a coward, I don't care.
You can call me nuts, but that house has spooks,
those who've fled there, aren't just a bunch of kooks.
And you'd be a fool to stay past nightfall;
for I've seen things that would make your skin crawl.
Hydroplaning in a Squall
East Horizon Looming Black,
Boiling Roiling All A'Full,
Threatens to Upset & Impact,
Boring Calm Hours Dull,
Most Seek Safe Compact,
But We Launch Our Hull,
Reefing Boom Sail Fabric,
Up & Away to the Full!
Fire Red One-Design Mobjack,
Broad Reaching Downwind,
Scaling Cascading Wave's Stack,
Shaking Bottom Vibration Akin,
To Snare Staccato Click Clack,
Spine Shivers Through Skin,
Like Galloping on the Back,
Riding a Race Stallion Arabian!
White Angry Frothing Waves,
Don't Capsize, As the Boat's Above,
Humming, the Mobjack Craves,
To Soar as Might a Seagull Love,
Screaming Planing Embraves,
Sailing in Full When Like a Glove,
Squalls Challenge Bold Knaves,
To Fit Finger like Masts to a Trove,
Of Freedom for All Daring Slaves!
The word is Catadromous
just in case you need it for
your Final Jeopardy and if
I was writing rhyme, this is
where I’d throw in cantankerous
for Eels are a contrary lot, and
unlike salmon who spawn in
freshwater; eels spawn in the
ocean, the Sargasso Sea to be
precise, then the larvae catch
a ride on the Gulf Steam and
the elvers ascend rivers on both
sides of the Atlantic, where they
grow for twenty years or so before
the mature eels head downstream
to their faraway mating ground.
As a student working on the
Ottawa River, we’d always get
a few in the night seine hauls.
But now they’re on the Endangered
Species List, at least in part because when
heading downstream, the adults must pass
through a series of Hydro dams, where they
get chopped up by the turbines and while
changing to dear old Archimedes’ screw
could reduce the chopping, the mods
are too expensive, and other factors like
PCB’s, dioxins, and other nasty chemicals
might be involved factors as well or
maybe shifts on the Gulf Stream
with Global Warming have made it
harder for the larvae and elvers
to find their rivers and probably
it's all of the above - nobody really
knows and it’s all eels under the dam..
Hair, hair, hair, oh my long, long hair
ooooh the smooth bliss of it
the creamy swirl of it . . .
so hydro-licious . . . .
oooooooh hair, hair hair, my long, long hair
quenched with moisture . . .
scented with crushed berries, ya ya ya
curly, wispy feathered hair, no merci
silky and shiny, that's my hair . . .
so hydro-licious
oooooooh hair, hair, hair, my long, long hair
ooooh the glossy, velvet feel of it
the richness of it . . .
falling, like a waterfall, ya ya ya
sweet and sassy with kissing curls, no, no, no
so hydro-licious
oooooooh hair, hair, hair, my long, long hair
so hydro-licious
oooooooh hair, hair, hair, my long, long hair
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May 26, 2015
Poetry/Lyric/So Hydro-Licious
Copyright Protected, ID 05-677-102-26
All Rights Reserved, 2015, Constance La France
Product Inspiration - Herbal Essence Shampoo
Written for the Standardcontest, Sing Me... A Jingle,
sponsor, Lyric Man, Judged 2015
First Place
They shut off our power for about 3 hours
To make needed repairs they say
D'ya know how that affects our daily routine
Like our arm's been cut off half way
No heat, no lights, no computers, no telly
We might as well cash in our chips
Aware it was only from nine until noon
But my mind can't handle this blip
Anything different from my normal routine
Throws me in a kind of a dither
I get all sweaty and my eyes bulge out
My speech starts to slip and slither
I once was able to handle these disruptions
When I was young, handsome and virile
Now that I'm a slobbering vile old man
My mental capacity has fizzled
Some people suffer from a power shortage
Every single day of their lives
Got nothing to do with a disruption in hydro
Their ageing is in overdrive
© Jack Ellison 2013
Like many heroes of mysterious Marvel Comics,
Doctor Stephen Vincent Strange is a bolt of magic mix;
Spells of supernatural kinds he works, abundantly,
Crimsons, crystals, ice, rings, chains - in constant redundancy...!
Pile of pure pulverization and annihilation,
The Bolts of Balthakk has become eternal damnation;
On any stuff - solid or liquid - the bolt does explode,
Like iron-oxidation, all powers it does corrode...!
Bounds, rebounds, rings, winks, blows, boomerangs at its master's hands,
Swishes, swooshes; whizzes, whooshes like winds in desert sands;
None in heaven or hell could ever its gravity hold,
Like swift, sly electric current it does its force unfold...!
Is it terrible torch of fire? Or lake of lava?
Is it hydro-nitrogen bomb resembling baklava?
From hands of Doctor Strange, like gold dust they serenely fly,
Clapping, crashing, flashing, dazzling, booming, zooming they spry...!
Doctor Strange manipulates these bolts like liquid plasma,
For him, a magic-surgeon, it's mere mental miasma;
An awesome third eye adorns the forehead of Doctor Strange,
For mesmerized kids, these are, delightful amusement-range...!
30 August 2022
Doctor Strange Spells Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Robert James Liguori
Finishing up the last notes from my work day, I’m really late,
Looking out my window, my drive tonight, I’m going to hate.
I grab my briefcase and walk to my car, on a sheet of ice.
Slipping and sliding left and right, this is not going to be nice.
Takes twenty minutes to clear the snow from my car window,
If I can hardly move, how will my car drive, I just don’t know.
Hitting the windshield, the snowflakes are big, puffy and white,
They fly at you almost hypnotizing, you completely lose sight.
Once you reach country roads the white knuckles truly begin,
If you can keep between the hydro poles, you may just win.
Hold on tight, keep your wheel straight, put your lights on low,
Pray your defrost keeps working as you make through the snow.
A blanket of whiteness envelopes you, no sounds or lights to see,
Alone in this blizzard, you drive, terrifying, yet a strange tranquility.
Once home, after a good night’s sleep, you arise from bed at seven,
Trees iced in froth, the ground painted white, looks a bit like heaven.
Sun comes up, temperatures rise and once again green appears,
Nature makes the world safe again, slowly melts away your fears.
To think that I could have easily been killed driving home last night,
You consider the beauty of country living and soon forget the fright.
Written September 9, 2012
For Joy Wellington’s contest
“Weather Forecast”