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Harold r Hunt Sr Sep 2014
Swimming the Allegheny River.
The Allegheny River is a beautiful river set in the heart of the Allegheny Mountains.
When I was a kid we would go camping at a camp site in the Allegheny forest.
My uncle would run his boat.
We would swim in the river almost all day long.
From one side to the other side, it was approximately 1 1/2 miles wide.
We would cross the river by swimming. At least three times a day.
So we swam the Allegheny River every year for about ten year.
Allegheny River in the heart of Pennsylvania a river of fun.
Harold r Hunt Sr May 2014
Tail of two Buffalo s.
There are two Buffalo s I do know.
One very close and the other very far.
They both have different things.
A football team and tall buildings.
The other has a racetrack and very nice people.
One Buffalo is in the north and the other in the South.
I know of these Buffalo s because I have lived close to them both.
Buffalo, N.Y.  Buffalo, S.C.
Harold r Hunt Sr Jun 2014
Taken you back in time.
I have taken you back in time to main street in U.S.A.
Back to a swing on a hill or the old house at one end of town.
While we swim in the old water tower. I have in mind the flag and how it flies.
Back in time to the cabin in the woods or to the playgrounds where children do in play.
To a soldier saying hi to a little boy. While he races his horse to the west.
You look into the clouds and you hear the music of heaven playing with the greatest.
Poetry brings you back in time as well as the present. It is in a good writer that he can put it in words.
So the next time you read a poem asks your self,have I been there or will I go there?
Just remembers the weekend thrill and how on Saturday you may write your poem.
Please read each poem that is in this poem.
Harold r Hunt Sr May 2014
Taking cover.
Bang, bang everyone runs.
Bang, bang can you see.
Bang, Bang I saw no gun.
Bang It's a car backed firing.
So why is everybody taking cover.
Pop, pop does anyone see a gun.
Pop, pop No someone is chewing gum.
So why is everyone taking cover.
Harold r Hunt Sr Jan 2015
Tax Time
It's that time of year.
We all dread but wait for.
Tax time has come once more.
The mind goes in to number mode.
Deductions and credit
What do they mean.
I feel a headache coming on.
Social security numbers are in the right spot.
Now to the bank for a refund I hope.
Oh no , No refund this year
There goes my house
For Obamacare gets it all!
Harold r Hunt Sr Aug 2014
Teacher teacher
Teacher, teacher I want to know can we go to the moon.
Teacher teacher I want to know can we go to the zoo.
Teacher teacher I want to go to lunch.
Teacher teacher will you please answer me.
Teacher teacher I have to go ***.
Harold r Hunt Sr Aug 2014
Teardrops for flowers flow
I present to you a rose and you smile.
I give you two and you begin to woo.
Six flowers are half my heart.
But seven and you think you're in heaven.
Eleven roses make you think.
But a dozen start the teardrops flowing.
Red, pink they bloom with each drop of tears
Only you can make the flowers bloom with teardrops that flow.
Harold r Hunt Sr Oct 2014
Tears
Tears are here
Tears are there
Tears are everywhere
Cries of tears from men
Cries of tears women
Cries of tears from all the children
They cry tears for peace
They cry tears to stop the wars
They cry tears for help from all of us
Harold r Hunt Sr Sep 2014
Tears
For 13years the tears have fallen
They fall for heroes and they fall for love ones.
They crash into three parts of the country.
To remember a day that we now honor them.
A day of pain not of joy a day of lost not of find.
The country is flooded with not of water but of these tears.
Two building falls to the ground. One building left with a hole.
In a lonely field, it becomes not lonely no more.
We honor these people for their love.
We will never forget because that is our love for them.
So don't wipe the tears away because you'll wipe away memories.
Harold r Hunt Sr Aug 2014
Tears from above
The sky opens up
A ray of sunshine shines from the heaven above.
No rain round but a felt a drop from above.
God cries a drop of tears for the world today.
Wars here and there. People are dying for no reason at all.
Brothers fighting brothers once more .Blood on the hand of those that kills.
Causes God to cry the tears from above.
Heaven closes to stop the tears.
So the shine can shine another day without tears from above.
Harold r Hunt Sr Sep 2014
T G I F
This God Is fantastic he made the heaven.
This God is fantastic he made the world.
This God is fantastic he made the birds, the trees, the rivers that flow.
This God is fantastic he made the children that sing his praise.
This God is fantastic he made you and me to give our love to each other.
This God is fantastic for gives his love to us each day.
T G I F This God Is fantastic to me.
Harold r Hunt Sr Oct 2014
Thanks from a mouse
The gray mouse lives under the stairs.
At night we can hear him go for the cheese
I watched on Thanksgiving night.
As he carried the cheese to please the others that gathered.
As they start to eat they all stopped as if to say like to express my thanks.
The moral of the story is all Gods creatures give Thanks for what they have.
A 1st Place Award Winner.
Harold r Hunt Sr Oct 2014
That's no monster
I lie down at night with a little fright.
I like to have the light on to keep me safe from all that lurks
I look a round the room to determine if they are there.
I don't see them anywhere, but I know they will come.
Monsters are always there green ones or ones in black.
All I know it is true so I hid my head so they can't find me.
Then I hear a voice that comes that I cannot stand at night.
It's not at the window but at the foot of the bed.
The like goes out I do dread. Then I take that last one look.
Then I see it's my mom not a monster.
9Th place Award Winner
Harold r Hunt Sr Jun 2014
The America Flag.
I have been home since I was born.
I have participated in many wars.
Be discovered in every state and every country in the world.
I march down every main st that will carry me.
As the wind blows i say hi to all and let you know
You are free.
Some say that i am offended, but I say nothing.
I'm the AMERICA FLAG AND THANK YOU FOR HAVING ME!!!!
Harold r Hunt Sr Jun 2014
The American dream
He comes from God does not even know where.
Lobbying for change that he sees fit.
A dream of jobs while he robs.
He believes that this is a thrill as he kills.
He's only a fake and his name may be Jake
He can't change our ways that does make him sad.
But we make him mad because We Have The AMERICAN DREAM.
Harold r Hunt Sr Jan 2016
The American Wall
I came up on this great big wall.
Tall as two houses on top of each other.
So big you can't see over it.
I asked a man if he knew who built such a wall.
He said an american president.
For what reason I asked.
He said to keep illegal people from going on to taking job.
Food and homes.
He also said that it keeps out people that don't like america.
He said I came here the legal way and i love america.
But this wall is not going stop them.
Harold r Hunt Sr Nov 2014
The Angel Parade.
They come to heaven all dress in white.
One by one at the gates they come.
No flags they fly. no guns they shoot.
No crowds to watch or hear them shout.
no floats to ride with such pride.
No one rides for free there is always a price to be paid.
As the angels march today.
Two by two they fill they sky. Just as we shout why.
The gates they open as they go behind the gates.
All dressed in white, not red or blue. This is true.
No shoes on their feet so we can't hear them march.
In the Angel parade.
Harold r Hunt Sr Jan 2016
The angels are near
The angels are nearer than you think
Hiding in the clouds waiting for your call
Just above the clouds looking down on us
Dressed in white to stay out of sight.
The angels are nearer than you think.
Could they be waiting for your call."Please take me to heaven I can't wait"
Believers ,look up the angels are there , take the courage to go with them
Look to the sky a smile will tell
I know you're with the angels that nearer than what you think.
Harold r Hunt Sr Oct 2015
The Battle between Heaven and Hell
The battle starts the day you die.
For your soul is left behind.
Chief god wants it if you are good.
But the devil will take it if you are bad.
No love between God and the devil that's for sure.
And the battle is just here.
To heaven you may visit for things as are agreeable.
To hell the devil says the fiery gates to open.
A battle that has lasted for years will never end with the soul we leave behind.
Where would you go if your soul could talk?
To tell God you want heaven and not hell
The battle will go on and only time will tell.
Harold r Hunt Sr Jan 2016
The Beer trip
I went to a party the other night
I had a great time and was feeling no pain.
When joe walked up to me and said it was my turn to get the beer.
I took his keys and went to the truck.
I headed towards town what fun I was having.
Got to buffalo and found a store.
Only a six packs were left.
So back in the truck i went down the road
And I found myself at a shopping center. In Erie.
There was just a case of beer so off I went once more.
When the beer ran out, I looked for a store.
In buckley west va.In a gasstation.Once again two cases of beer i did find.
So off I head south once more.
When I ran out of I found myself in buffalo.(sc) . I call old joe and told him i would be back
That I'm in buffalo. Old said to me that the beer was in the barn at the end of the road.
What a beer trip it was.
Harold r Hunt Sr Jun 2014
The bells do ring.
I listen to the church bells ring.
They ring today not to find out the time.
Bells they ring not for a wedding.
They don't ring for someone who has died.
But today they ring for your freedom.
They ring so loud that they can hear
In the next land so near.
Bells of freedom we do cheer.
May we all be blessed.
Harold r Hunt Sr Jun 2014
The bike ride
ME on my bike with a thrill until I came to that hill.
I start to pedal so hard I hit a bump and a jar.
Then I knew it was going to be far.
Up I go with no threat you should see how I sweat.
Each pedal is so tough. I knew this road was rough.
To the top, I must go.
Just a few more and I'll be done.
Here I go now it's fun.Down hill, all the way WEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!!!
Harold r Hunt Sr Jun 2014
The bird
A little green bird flies to my window sill.
He sits so still that you think he is part of the window.
He watches the other birds fly by just moving very little.
He makes a sound as if to say I want to get out.
He then flies about with a cry so loud.
Then right back to the window sill.
5th place Award on poetrysoup.com contest .
Harold r Hunt Sr Dec 2015
The brick and the window
I pick up this red brick.
It was so heavy to lift.
Square in size with little marks.
The window nice and clean.
Shine as the sun hit it.
I throw the brick at the window. Hearing it hit.
As it bounced off the window to the ground.
The brick breaks as it hits the ground. The window was bullet proof.
Harold r Hunt Sr Dec 2014
The cape
It's a sunny, cold day on the Cape.
I long to be there to walk on the beach.
The air is cold from the north breeze.
That brings the waves that tap the shore.
You can hear the roar of the surf as night will begin to fall.
The birds are gone for the day, will sing another day.
As this day ends here on the cape
Harold r Hunt Sr Jul 2014
The Cat Lady
There was a lady in my town that had so many cats
She didn't know their name.
You would see her with at least 10 every day.
She would set food out for the cats and a mess of cats would soon be there,
The lady was old and she liked dogs too.
But cats were her only life she lived for.
The house is gone now and every now and then you will see a cat come from the bushes
Where the House sat.
A kind old lady and a cats best friend.
mewow!!!
Harold r Hunt Sr Aug 2014
The chicken
There was a chicken that would not cross the road.
She didn't care if the others did.
Getting to the other side wasn't on her mind.
When she wandered about, she stayed away far apart.
When the other asked her why.She didn't cross the road.
She replied I don't want to end up as chicken nuggets at Mc Donalds!
Harold r Hunt Sr Aug 2014
The Chimes Of Life
The wind blows each day.
You know your time is in the process of being paid.
The chimes of life they does sing.
As you look and just wonder what it will bring.
The chimes of life plays a song
But it's sweet and not wrong.
The wind it blows to tell you life must continue by.
As the chimes of life plays on.
Harold r Hunt Sr Nov 2014
The Christmas wish list.
In school, the other day.
We had to make a Christmas wish list for Santa
I wished for a doll for my sister
I wished for a rattle for my baby brother
I wished for a better job for my daddy.
I wished for my mom to stop her crying
I wished that all the soldiers would come home.
I wished for the country to be safe for us.
I wished for the president to love our country and not to rip it apart.
So this is my wish list I gave to my teacher.
And with a tear in her eyes she asked me what I wanted Santa to bring me.
I said with a smile on my face I just want him to answer my wish for all.
This poem is a award winning poem A  first place winner in a contest.
Please enjoy.
Harold r Hunt Sr Jan 2015
The clouds do travel
Clouds come in many shapes.
They travel across the sky.
They come from Far. They come from near.
They come from the north, they come from the south.
They travel in white , they travel in gray
From the east to the west They travel the world.
Big and small, they all travel across their sky.
Harold r Hunt Sr Aug 2014
The Dark
In the dark, I can't see my feet.
I look around that's a feat.
I look at the windows but don't see no pains.
No moon tonight in the sky.
For the clouds cover it so well.
To make it dark.
I still can't sleep in the dark.
Harold r Hunt Sr Aug 2014
The day after Christmas
It's the day after Christmas And the stores are full
People are returning those soxes they don't want.That grandma bought.
While at the North Pole the elves do sleep
Dreaming of a day off.
Santa is in the hospital.
Getting his belly pumped away.
From all the cookies and sour milk he drank.
He thinks out loud to himself. Just this one time.
Why couldn't I have been the Easter bunny or that tooth fairy guy!
Harold r Hunt Sr Jun 2014
The Day after grad.
The day after you grad. You get home not knowing what to do.
Looking through the newspaper.
A butcher, a baker, a Hamburg maker.
No plans at all but just had to call. Mickey Ds or the cow king. They say jobs are good.
I walk the floor I just can't do it no more.
Dam I want to go back to school.
Harold r Hunt Sr Oct 2014
The day after Thanksgiving
The turkey is gone from the table.
No football on tv.
The apple pie is gone for good
The grandkids are gone.
Now I have some words.
Who"s going to clean up this mess?
Harold r Hunt Sr Nov 2014
The day after trick or treating.
It's the day after Halloween. The kids are all in the bathroom.
They are throwing up on all the candy they ate.
While mom is standing at the door asking if they want another candy bar.
The costumes are all put away until next years candy steal.
The pumpkins are all about to rot so no homemade pumpkin pie.
Witches are on their brooms flying back to where they came from.
The graveyard is quite no zombie party on this day.
Harold r Hunt Sr Nov 2015
The days before Christmas
It was about two days before Christmas.And dad was hanging the lights on the roof.
Things were going just great at the time. When all hell broke loose.
Dad he fell through the roof. And broke both his legs.
The doctor told him it would be six weeks before he could come home.
Mom was at the mall buying last min gifts. When she fell on the ice and broke her arm.
I found myself in the kitchen making pies for Christmas dinner.When the cat jumps on the table.
And ate the pie fillings.
I went to turn on the tree lights. When a light blew out and caught the tree on fire.
And burnt house down.
The neighbors they brought us food to eat. It was pizza and wings.Because the dog took the turkey.
It was all gone.
At the hotel I step out to go to the store. But when I return our gifts was gone.
The police when they left said "Merry Christmas to you have a good night".
My reply to the best I could was Ba humbug to Christmas I believe in the Easter bunny.
Harold r Hunt Sr Aug 2015
The Dead poet---lord alfred douglas
I dreamed of him last night,I saw his face
All radiant and unshadowed of distress,
And as of old, in music measureless,
Heard his golden voice and marked him trace
Under the common thing the hidden grace, a
And conjure wonder out of emptiness,
And all the world was an enchanted place.
And then methought outside a locked gate
I mourned the loss of unrecord words,
Forgotten tales and mysteries half said,
wonders that might have been articulate,
And so I woke and knew that he was dead.
This poem i liked and thought i would share
Harold r Hunt Sr May 2014
I grab my gun and to the woods. Thinking today will be fun.
I stand next to a tree not to *** .Justas I see a bear coming towards me.
I drop my gun and start to run.
As I hear my gun go bang. I look to see the bear on the run.
But on the ground under a tree I see . A deer just for me.
So I take my deer and have another beer.
Thinking deer meat for me tonight.
Harold r Hunt Sr May 2014
I went to the doctors today.
He came in to the room.
He asked do you smoke.
I said "Why now do you see any?"
He said,"do you drink", I said," Why do you need one?"
Then he said. "Strip off you close".
I said," I hope you 're not taking off yours"!
Then the doctor said. "Can I see your ears?"
I said,'i clean them everyday"
Then he says. "Broaden your mouth and stick out your tough,".
I said,"I only do that a to my wife"!
Then he says."Why are you here today?"
I said,"Why Don't you know you 're the doctor"!
Harold r Hunt Sr Aug 2014
The drums beat softly
I hear far away a drum as it beats.
The beat is like a heart as it beats softly.
The to the right I hears another start to pound.
The beats sound like they is talking to each other.
First one then the other.
Two beat softly playing back and forth.
Then to my left, a sound comes loud as a third drum starts to beat.
The sound is may sound scary.
One beats two beat three beats as they beat the drums softly.
The drums speak to let the natives talk.
Harold r Hunt Sr Nov 2014
The elf.
Santa was set to come on Dec 25 1901.
But something happens that no one knows.
As Santa was climbing in to his sled. A train fell on his head.
He was out cold and in the snow.
Time was getting short.
And that's when sparks the elf came up with the Idea.
To fill the wishes of each boy and girl.
He jumps in the sled and with a yell off he went in to the night.
From land to land and house to house
He saved Christmas night.
The elf knew what to do and as the sled drove out of sight.
He yelled those words we all know so well,"MERRY CHRISTMAS TO ALL AND A GOOD NIGHT!!
Harold r Hunt Sr May 2014
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Harold r Hunt Sr Jan 2016
The first game of spring
It was the first game of the year.
The go lump ducks vs the hot rugrats.
On 1st base for the hot rugrats is: Tiny judy mad cat
On 2nd is Flash betty furball
At shortstop is lucky slip maybell
On 3rd three leg piggy polecat
Rt field Cassy cool cat
Cfield Tiffy Mudcat
Lt field Vicky short pants Field cat.
Pitching Wild arm Jayne legcat
Catching Junk Cat Kitty
The game is cancel due to Rats on the field  the team is hard to control
A real mess the lump ducks left after the first rat was tore apart.
But that's your line up for tomorrow's game.
Harold r Hunt Sr Jun 2014
The flood.
It began to rain today. I thought that it never end.
The rain fell as it gains more water.
I looked out my back door to see it flow in the brook out there.
The harder it rain the more it gained to a level I could see.
The water rushed over the grass almost to my glass.
It starts to rise with such a hush that I didn't hear it at my door.
The rain was climbing to a high that I knew it was time to say goodbye.
A knock at the door I did hear as a fireman did call. You have to leave.
For there is a flood and we can't let you stay.
The rain that day was such a pain.
There is not any good in a flood.
Harold r Hunt Sr Aug 2014
The flower.
The flowers they do bloom.
In colors for my room.
Red,pink and a little yellow. Will make the room mellow.
Roses for rose in a room of paper flowers.
So pretty as can be.
The flowers are for me.
Harold r Hunt Sr Aug 2014
The Frog bog
When you go to the fair today.
Listen real close to hear.
A man yelling as he says,
Flip them and flop them
Slip them and slop them.
Three frogs for a dollar.
One in the lily pad you do win.
Here at the frog bog.
Harold r Hunt Sr Aug 2015
The Giant
I closed my eyes and there it was.
The biggest thing you ever saw.
I wasn't dreaming not yet I know.
When I open my eyes there it was.
It was walking up my
Not now it's here between my eyes
Not yet here it is in my nose and to my surprise.
It was a giant fly.
Harold r Hunt Sr Jul 2014
The greatest clown
The greatest clown would make you laugh.
He would sometimes make you cry.
He would tell you jokes.
But would tell no lies
But always At the end of the night
He would Say "goodnight and god bless"
Thank you Red.
Harold r Hunt Sr Dec 2015
The great New Years Party.
The Potato  chip are on the table
. The dip in the refuge. The beer in the cooler.
The guess will be there soon.
Football on the TV downstairs.
Hot Music on up stairs.
Everything is set. Until then.
The power gets knocked out.
Someone Hit a police car coming out of the driveway.
Ice is now water the beer is warm guests are coming
But just have to set in the dark. The grill out back is just a brazen
No football, we all get arrested for getting the dog drunk.
What a New Years party?
We will just have to start one next year a week before.
Harold r Hunt Sr Nov 2014
I seen a green eyed monster
I went to bed with a thought of good things.
My belly made a really bad noise I thought it was a possibility that monster.
With everyone to sleep I went downstairs without a sound.
To the cookie jar I went. Then out it came from the dark.
This big green eyed monster.
I just wanted to hide but no place to go. I was caught with the cookie jar.
I reach into the jar and took a cookie out.
I handed the cookie to the green eyed monster.
He took it with a grump then went out of sight.
The green eyed monster looked back at me
He said in a voice I heard before.
Go to bed my son or that green eyed monster might get you.
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