Short Hoorah Poems
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Winter's last hoorah
Silent snowfall covers the blooms and newly budding green
Hear the mourning doves sorrowful cries
It's supposed to be spring
Stout Hearted Men
Alas for the Irish ‘tis fate
to drown in Guinness this date
and “quietly” shout
hoorah for the “stout”
‘Tis an insatiable thirst I must sate
John G. Lawless
©2/25/2018
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dancy dancy dance dance yippee hoorah hooray
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How come????
Seriously.
A gentle kiss, sent love to her forehead,
unmatched to the unboxed dozen of roses.
Silence, comforted by re-assuring smiles,
they danced together, to their last hoorah.
A lover's tear, slid in the face of fear ~
will she remember who she was, before him?
10 July 2022
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permanence is fleeting til the morrow
perpetrating and dredging up sorrow
circumstance proposes to all that follow
the kaleidascope of my mind entertains fans
to all those who want to peek into the show
i say come on in bring the whole clan
but be warned the only light is from my glow
the stadium is dirty from the last hoorah
the waves of love shown me affect my karma
crashing down my senses to your level
Ambitious treasure seekers on a pirate ship
They bob up and down as the waves give a dip.
We see them coming, and we give a loud shout.
Giving them a hooray and hoorah from our homes no doubt.
We know they have money in the forms of silver and gold.
They came to the coast to gamble – both young and old.
We open our blackjack stations and light our casino sign.
If there is any real big spender, I hope she comes to mine.
The meal deal, the power crush.
The entitled airs they seek so much.
Swallow dignity, swallow pride.
The panelled walls of entitlement house their hides.
What of humility, what of honour is left?
Power and greed above all else.
To the sycophantic grovelling horde.
Your spines were not meant for you to crawl.
Make your deal to have your snout in the golden trough. Quote your Latin spiel and have your hoorah intercourse.
Your faustian deals will burn your souls.
I stare out through my golden cage
The bars of my beautiful gilded prison,
I suck in my breath to let out my sweet melody,
But the air in my prison is putrid, toxic.
I beat my wings at the golden bars,
Of my beautiful gilded prison,
My foolish heart promises I can break those bars,
But I fall to the floor, nursing my broken wings.
I summoned the last bit of fight within,
And flew against the cage door,
And hoorah! The latch flew open,
And I tasted the fresh air of freedom.