A SHOUT OUT TO LADY JUSTICE
How can you stand there,
Blindfolded and pleasingly
Enjoying the day?!
Hey! Wake up, Lady Justice!
You're being molested!
crystal cave in Springfield Missouri
full of underground rooms and a jail
ghost room where spirits whisper and scurry
enormous concert hall, hearty and hale
Rainbow Falls and witches bathtub too
domed ceiling chimes room which can sing
helicite room with walls shadowing blue
excited tourists many busses bring
It's
all appearance~
these words
are empty as
all words are
empty~
Empty words
appear to
shout out~~
was without a doubt
definitely he had been out
we would hear them shout
Here’s a huge shout out
To all essential workers
And first responders…
Every volunteer
Who put themselves on front lines
Helping others out
In this Corona
Virus invasion
Of our country and peoples.
…CLAP…CLAP…CLAP!
W.C.Hull © 2020-3-4-H1307-2418-I49-K49-47-L54-20
Do we have to say the word
If we will never be heard?
''Big shout out to all the fans out there who have followed my work up until now. You are amazing!!''
When friends or family make a call
Or text or email, I embrace
Their reaching out, for there is love
In every case of touching base.
A little shout-out’s all I need
To let me know they think of me.
I do the same since now, of course,
We’re all considered “absentee.”
A written note sent through the mail
(So rare these days) works just as well
As one I read upon a screen
And, even better, I can tell
A lot about a person’s mood
In phone calls, for within that voice
Are hints of why the call’s been made –
To rant, seek solace or rejoice.
And lastly, there is FaceTime, Zoom
Or Messenger, with face-to-face
But all, to me, complete the job
Of taking time for touching base.
English Haiku
Three Verse Poem©
Corona Virus Shout Out
Here’s a huge shout out
To all essential workers
And first responders…
Every volunteer
Who put themselves on front lines
Helping others out
In this Corona
Virus invasion
Of our country and peoples.
…CLAP…CLAP…CLAP!
W.C.Hull © 2020-3-4-H1307-2418-I49-K49-47-L54-20
There was a time that we could see
Everything that we could be
You therefore look after me
And I will then take care of you
We though need to look after each other
Brothers, sisters and the others
Hope your wishes all come true
As I am looking out for you
And our family to
DAMO
Fifty-one years ago, today, on September 21, 1967, Kindness appeared in the form of Fred McFeely Rogers, with his neighborhood of make-believe. We allowed him to enter our homes and support us in encouraging our children, building in them a strong sense of self and acceptance of others. Parents who took time to share the experience were shown the power of kindness and the beneficial effect it could have on their children's development, both physically and mentally. Fred Rogers received the Presidential Medal of Freedom, 40 honorary degrees, and a Peabody Award, in addition to other honors. The Smithsonian Institution displays one of his trademark sweaters as a "Treasure of American History." Fred Rogers died on February 27, 2003, at the age of 74.
sure as the sun’s warmth
your kindness was felt by all…
you were our neighbor
09/21/2018
There one very peculiar foodstuff
that puts a sour crook in my mouth
It’s that stringy don’t-give-me-any-of,
two thumbs down for the sauerkraut
Just the awful smell of it makes me sick,
has me running out of the house so quick
When my nose whiff this jar of pain opening,
that chef in the kitchen no longer’s my friend
That pickled odor is an aroma of pure disgust,
makes a beautiful snooz look like a pig snout
Upheaval of my belly contents is a queasy must:
Gotta give sauerkraut the food hate shout out!
Poetry Contest: My Blue Cheese
Sponsored by: Kevin Shaw
Date Submitted: 1-13-18
I shout out to April,
where have you been,
are you hiding in the
pocket of spring?
Hints of your presence
are scattered here and there
as tulips pop up with their bright heads,
peeking around in the misty air.
Fresh spring rain washes your budding hair,
making it shine for all to see,
as newly-arrived birds appear,
singing their songs for you and me.
April, your arrival is fleeting,
always placing one foot out the door,
you are a guest with a short-term agenda,
here today and disappearing for a year once more.
I look forward to seeing you again
with your mystical wand waving about,
spreading spring time relief to the cold ground
by warming all when we give you a shout.
I want the whole world to know,
So I’ll shout it out real loud.
I love you for what you do,
Not for what you can give.
I love you, for who you are,
Not for what you have.
I love you for all your concern,
Not because you do not care.
I love you and all your honesty,
Not by you telling me any lies.
I love you with all my heart,
Not ever am I denied your respect.
I love you from the breath of my being,
Not ever will I just let it all go.
Shout out loud my people, for all the misery and pain that you are going through
Shout out for the pain in your body that suffer tomorrow, and is unexplainable to find
Shout out for lost dreams, and destroy unsettled minds
Shout out for every child who does not have a dream
Shout out for character, respect, integrity, peace and progress streams
Shout out if you hear him calling your name, over and over again
Shout out for trying to cope with life troubles and problems, that are lost, and hard
to find
Shout out for peace, love, joy, happiness and mankind
Written By: Sharon Lee
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