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88 · Apr 2017
Guardian Angel
Harold r hunt sr Apr 2017
Oh Guardian Angel of mine. Guide me through the night.
keep safe from those who fight.

Tell me right and wrong. Help me sing happy song.
Teach me to be happy and not sad. I don't so I would not be desolate.
Take me by the hand. Lead me to the promised land.
Show me to praise you. That heaven can be divine.
Full of joy and not of sorrow.
Down the lanes that is narrow.
From Earth to heaven. You know the way.
As you take me there to stay.
Just guide me as I make my way. For all of I know you will be there.
Here my Guardian Angel. And you know what.
So show me the night that you will be there for Guardian Angel of mine
88 · Apr 2017
I saw them standing there
Harold r hunt sr Apr 2017
As I walked among the tomb stones
there they stood side by side
men of honor all dead.
There they was ready to fight
I saw them standing there.
a flag in one mans hand and a gun in the other.
Standing tall not a movement as blood cover them all.
I saw them standing there.
then they were gone.
but the head stones were still all in a row..
the heroes of our freedom. they were all gone,
I saw them standing there
87 · Apr 2017
Christmas week
Harold r hunt sr Apr 2017
Christmas week my dear, the shopping is done for everyone. The days grow closer, just a few more weeks and football will be done. Ham is about ready One more cold beer for the top and it will be ready. 4 more days and Santa will come.A bag full of toys just to please me. I hope he is on a slim fast diet this year. I forgot to clear the chimney you see. Cookies will be out for his milk will be there if the cow comes back. A few more Hours left and things are going right. I think I will go to bed right now. Grandpa just yells in a loud voice."Where the HE--- is the Snow.Santa wouldn't be coming but in a Chevy
87 · Apr 2017
Hiding in the mine ,
Harold r hunt sr Apr 2017
Hiding in the mine,
we do not know,.
could it be love or could it be hate.
the sweet thought of love comes from within.
the thought of hate is the rage of bad
only man can control his thoughts
whatever they may be.
hiding in the mine
87 · Apr 2017
Nightmare
Harold r hunt sr Apr 2017
the dream was coming every night.
over and over in my head.
a good dream at first
then it turn bad.
a real life night mare,
it began one rainy night.
the lights went out a few times.
i thought i seen a mask person at the window.
then the door bell rang a few times in a row.
nobody was there.
i heard a cat scream a wicked cry
then a dog barking coming from te back of the house.
but no dog.
then the lights went out once more.
and there he was.
i woke up right then
the nightmare was over for that night.
87 · Apr 2017
Santa is coming
Harold r hunt sr Apr 2017
Santa is coming very soon
just having trouble finding things.
the elves don't make those funny games.
no cell phones, PS 4, i pods or tables.
looks like Christmas will be sweaters and hats.
86 · Apr 2017
Untitled
Harold r hunt sr Apr 2017
Ruby's for her hair

In the picture on the wall was a little girl.
Her smile lit up the room.
Her hair of gold made her face shine bright as the sun shined.
The hair piece was made of ruby's.
That shine so bright that even in the picture they looked so real.
curls in her hair turned just a little shade of red from each ruby
85 · Apr 2017
School Days 3
Harold r hunt sr Apr 2017
Can't find my homework.
The dog must have eaten it.
Missed the bus.So I had to walk next door to the school.
Mom is going to get mad. I got a F for lunch.
The day is almost over.
I watch the clock with care.
Then it happens.I wake up!
Then I think it's only the second day of school.
Harold r hunt sr Apr 2017
They don't want to wait for Christmas
They want their Christmas stuff now
Sneaking from room to room
looking everywhere.
Maybe a gift in the cookie jar or one not that far.
They want their Christmas stuff.
A baby doll for little Polly or a truck for good old buck.
They don't want to wait for Christmas day.
The tree hasn't a thing under it.
And Christmas eve is coming fast.
No ***** or bells on the tree.
The lights are out but on the floor.
Grandpa has a headache from trying to find the Christmas goose. If
they don't want to wait mom says they won't get!!
83 · Apr 2017
Where did the truth go?
Harold r hunt sr Apr 2017
Where did the truth go?
Has it turn into a lie?
Where has it gone?
You hear the words which sound as truth.
But in the end it's all a lie.
the truth is passed from one to another.
by the time it gets back to my you
It's A lie and no truth.
Where did the truth go?
Only those that know will not lie
At least not the first time
82 · Apr 2017
What will 2017 bring?
Harold r hunt sr Apr 2017
What will 2017 bring?
will it bring joy to all ?
will it bring one of war?
What will 2017 bring.
Who Knows? It hasn't got here yet!
81 · Apr 2017
The Night Is Quiet
Harold r hunt sr Apr 2017
The Night Is Quiet
The night is quiet in this far away land.
The guns are making no noise tonight.
The world is at peace we can only hope.
No none killed no more dead.
Now at home we hear the cry
Let's have peace no more wars.
On this night, it is quiet.
Guns here are not firing.
People are calling one another friends, neighbors, brothers
God gave this night. It is Christmas all over the world.
Let the sound of peace quiet of the night.
80 · Apr 2017
To_____
Harold r hunt sr Apr 2017
To_ Music, when soft voices die, Vibrates in the memory... Odours, when sweet violets sicken, Live within the sense they quicken. Rose leaves, when the rose is dead, Are heaped for the beloved's bed And so their thoughts, when you are gone, Love itself shall slumber on. As the moon glows upon trees The birds will sing a song so pretty only To----
Harold r hunt sr Apr 2017
The angel came from the heavens.
Said to the shepherd, behold a king was born.
And as the angel was high in the sky.that very night.
other angel joins in a song of joy.
And people came to see the king.
And the angels said let his name be Jesus
and he is the son of God.
Today we hold Christmas day as his birthday.
And gather with friends and family to give thanks to the king of kings.
79 · Apr 2017
Spring is on it's way.
Harold r hunt sr Apr 2017
The trees are full of buds as the Spring warmth are upon them.
Easter Lilly's are poking up from the ground.
The snow has left and the temp. has climbed to a good feeling.
Children are playing once more baseball and kickball the seasons are here.
Spring is here once more for the birds to sing.
dogs are barking and puppies are playing.
smell the roses as the bloom. enjoy the sounds.
Spring is on it's way
79 · Apr 2017
School days
Harold r hunt sr Apr 2017
School days
There is something these days
I will see.
As the days become shorter for the year I do hear.
Children now begin to jump for joy.
As they run to their buses not with toys.
Buses here, Buses there now buses ever where.
Traffic becomes just a real joke A real slow poke.
School days are here.
WOW! the quite of the storm.
79 · Apr 2017
The End.
Harold r hunt sr Apr 2017
Are you ready yet?
i can not wait all day.
My time is running out.
I have given you enough time to do it.
so get it ready let's go.
now you did it.
The End of the poem
I have nothing more to say
77 · Apr 2017
If Roses grow in Heaven
Harold r hunt sr Apr 2017
If Roses grow in Heaven
Lord, please pick a bunch for me.
Place them in my Mother’s arms
and tell her they’re from me.
Tell her that I love her and miss her,
and when she turns to smile,
place a kiss upon her cheek
and hold her for a while.
Because remembering her is easy,
I do it every day,
but there’s an ache within my heart
that will never go away
76 · Apr 2017
The Hangman
Harold r hunt sr Apr 2017
The man came from miles away.
Rode a black horse.
Dressed in black a look of death on his face.
The gallow was ready to go.
As they led the Three to be hung.
The ropes were ready each tied tight.
Not a word was said.as they dropped to their death.
The hangman on his horse rode out of sight.
His job was done, as the bodies shook
76 · Apr 2017
The lake
Harold r hunt sr Apr 2017
As I walked the path near the lake
I could see the ripples in the water.
The lake was quiet this time of year.
No boats no swimmers in the water.
The birds are flying above the water to catch the fish below.
The trees are bare of leaves.
The flowers are gone.
The lake is real pleasant to visit
75 · Apr 2017
Wait here Jesus is coming
Harold r hunt sr Apr 2017
wait here Jesus is coming.
I don't know when.
but I have been told
That he is coming.
wait here Jesus is coming
Will he ride a donkey or walk across the open water.
could it be on a cloud that he rides.
or on a angels back as she flies.
wait here to see Jesus come.
72 · Apr 2017
How to kill a poet
Harold r hunt sr Apr 2017
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