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Harold r hunt sr Apr 2017
Sunrise Sunset
Pink sky at morning sailors takes a warning
Pink sky at night sailors delight.
The morning sun gives way to a pink sky mixed with gray clouds.
To let the sailors know a storm may be brewing at sea.
As the sunrises high in the sky, the storm has left high and dry in the clouds that son will fall to night.
As the sun does set the sky is pink once more this day.
To let the sailors knows that the day will be delightful for them at sea.
As they go out to sea the dark gives way to just a pretty pink
Which is a wink for the sailors to see
Harold r hunt sr Apr 2017
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 Apr 2017
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 Apr 2017
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 Apr 2017
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.
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.
Harold r hunt sr Apr 2017
The birds do fly south.
only for one reason.
They can't walk. it's  to far
Harold r hunt sr Apr 2017
The Christmas season is here upon us.
Looking over the trees as we travel down the mountain.
Looking at house tops covered in snow
Looking at the lights on each house for the Christmas holidays.
The roads are covered with Christmas snow white as it could be.
The sky is dark with the clouds that hold the snow.
As we enter the small towns you see the lights on the poles.
A star here a snowflake a Santa what a site.
The storefronts each have a tree of diff. color
Harold r hunt sr Apr 2017
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
Harold r hunt sr Apr 2017
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 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
Harold r hunt sr Apr 2017
The fire burns so brightly.
you can read the paper on the tree.
leave trespassers will die.
the sounds of dogs barking loudly
covering the screams.
lights flashing on and off
no one lives in the house.
and there he was as I pictured him.
old gray hair, baggy close
walking towards me.
then he smiled no teeth no eyes.
there he hung from the tree
a scarecrow and the sign on his chest said boo
MERRY CHRISTMAS U ALL
Harold r hunt sr Apr 2017
the cold is being to flow
the air has become cold.
the trees are almost bare.
duck st the pond begin to huddle together.
children are not playing outside as much these days.
as we get ready for the first freeze.
he temp. drops a few more numbers
as the smoke rise from the stove.
hot drinks for the children what a treat.
it's rain out now as it taps the window.
look at the ice now on the trees.
this is the first freeze.
Harold r hunt sr Apr 2017
The geese are flying to the north.
The robins are making their nest.
The farmers are plowing their fields.
The snow is gone on the hill tops.
spring is here and the child are playing.
what a happy time..
the school bell is ring
the dogs are barking.
spring is here
Harold r hunt sr Apr 2017
The hills were covered withe green grass.
Flowers every where.
As they came to battle
A young boy called, The hills will be red today.
As each fell to their blood death.
They fired their guns over and over. each dropping.
No where to hide. !
The boy called one last time.
Fill these hills with Yankee blood.
Then a shot took his life.
One more falls as the grass gets red.
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
Harold r hunt sr Jun 2017
The game was tight
The score was tied
It was the bottom of the ninth inning with two outs
The bases was loaded.
Up to bat was mad cat Alex Bly
The count was 3 & 2
The pitcher was shaking in her shoes.
As Mad cat was swinging the bat waiting for the pitch,
The pitch The crowed went wild as the ball was headed to center field.
High in the air it was, to first she ran
To second it looked good.
Third was was there for the taken.
oh good home it could be.
Then the ball came flying bye
The crowed went quite
The umpire yelled.
No home run today out by a inch
Then she woke up, And said The game is later Today.
Harold r hunt sr Apr 2017
They all gather in the barn yard.
Penny and poly pig was there with their ribbons of black
Carol the cow and Bucky the bull sang a song of Moo.
Rocky the rooster calls in the alarm with a crow.
As old tom was taken to the chopping block
The Ax was sharp yes indeed. As he raised it and down it came.
Old Billy the goat said off with his head.
Tomorrow is Thanksgiving and he is dinner.
The stove is ready and the killing of tom will be the end.
Harold r hunt sr Apr 2017
There is music in the clouds today.
As the kings gather to play.
The stage is set as the gold does sparkle
The King of country is ready to sing. Hank Williams Sr
Walk to the stage as he sings I saw the light.
The king of rock comes to the stage and the clouds began to shake.
Elvis sings a whole lot of shaking going on.
The last king to show was the king of pop as he did his moon walk.
Michael Jackson As he sings beat it.
They all gather for one more song as the king of bluegrass walks to the stage.
The kings of music they came to play
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
Harold r hunt sr Apr 2017
The leaves are beginning to turn these days.
As the seasons ready, itself for the season change.
Brown, yellow and some green are falling to ground.Where they will stay.
The wind blows these last few days to carry the leaves to the ground.
There near the top I see one leaf all alone.
Hanging on to the branch as if it wanted.
To be For some reason, the last leaf of the season
Harold r hunt sr Apr 2017
The lighthouse It stands on an island all alone. Shinning so bright at night. Looking for the ships that go by in the dark of night. Looking for a friend to wink at is away of life for this house. A wink in the fog will guide these ship safe and sound to the main land. When at night you look to the sea you will see. The lighthouse so bright is sending you a friendly wink
Harold r hunt sr Apr 2017
The mice roam the house at night.
seeking food to eat.
with no cat the fun is easy for them.
First one room then the next.
where o where is the cheese.
To the next it could be fun
withe the mice on the run.
across the table on to the floor.they go.
into the next room they go.
A peanut from a party what a treat.
then to the kitchen they hurry.
cheese they are hunting down.
There it is in the corner
a nice yellow piece of cheese.
Snap,
The mice like to come out at night.
Harold r hunt sr Apr 2017
The midnight racer comes from nowhere.
Racing the road as face as he can.
Zig Zagging in and out passing cars like they do not exist.
You cannot see him for the speed he goes. One winks and you miss him.
No one has seen his car. They have no idea what he drives.
Just a word to the wise is don't try to race the midnight racer.
Your fate will be take and you might get a ticket
With the help of the Midnight racer.
Harold r hunt sr Apr 2017
The New Year is here now.
The parties are over.
Now it is time to clean up.
Beer can and bottles all over the yard.
Grandma's underwear in the tree.
A pocket full of money that i don't know were.
A cop car in the swimming pool.
All i can remember was the first bottle.
with the neighbor's old lady as she dance in the ****.
It's over now The wife ran off with a clinton voter.
Obama is packed and ready to go.To jail I only hope.
Trump is going to save America from killing all the Illegals.
My mother in law.
Well Happy 2018 to all O happy 2019 20 21
o hell what ever year it is ???
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.
Harold r hunt sr Apr 2017
I often wondered about that night in 1954.
When Santa almost got busted.
The tale goes that Santa was wanted for 250 million breaking and entering charges.
But they could not catch him in the act.
The town was slight that Christmas eve.
When the police were eating their nightly doughnuts.
Then out on the streets they did see..
Santa was drag racing a ford pickup.
When all of a sudden here comes supper trooper in his hopped up Chevy.
He caught the ford and Santa too.
He was going to lock him up.When out of his bag
Came the biggest pizza pie you ever seen.
But as Santa drove out of sight.You could hear him say Merry Christmas and please call my lawyer.
Harold r hunt sr Apr 2017
The old man stood so quite outside the church.
He stood there for a long time.
Then he walks a little closer.
He said to no one
Can't you hear the sweet music coming from inside.
They sing so loud and what a pretty song.
Now the preacher is given his best service.
The church had faded paint on it. The doors were old and ready to fall.
But the old man stood and smiled, as I said to him.
The old church is abandoned these days.
Then the old man laughed as loud as he could. Then said to me.
No church is abandoned as long as it has been blessed with God loving people
Harold r hunt sr Apr 2017
The Painting
In the old house, there was a painting.
It hung over the fire place.
There were trees and a house.
A few birds in the sky.
The old well look as if there was no water there.
Horses in the barn with their heads out the windows
Made the painting so real.
Then I looked out the window there it was. Just as the painting told.
Harold r hunt sr Apr 2017
There was an old man who walked the streets.
Day after day. Giving pennies to the young and old.
A gray haired man with a kind smiles.
He would walk by you and if you said "hello " to him.
A penny was all your reward.
Now he walks the streets of heaven. With a smile on his face.
Telling everyone "I'm an angel and these pennies are from heaven."
The man was from Springville N.Y. and everyone knew the penny man.
Harold r hunt sr Apr 2017
The poem I forgot
I wanted to write a poem
A poem that everyone would not forget
One of flowers, one about dogs.
Maybe one about the clouds in the sky
Or the cold snow or the sunshine.
I just always wanted to write a poem.
But I forgot the words!
Harold r hunt sr May 2017
dog chase cat
cat chase dog
dog chase bird
mouse chase cat
who is the winner?
Harold r hunt sr Apr 2017
The sound of the train is a song of it's own
a thump here and a thump there as it moves along the tracks.
a short blast of the whistle then a long one
make the railroad sound so sweet.
a thump a thump toot toooot as it moves along
then far away you hear the last toot saying goodbye until
you hear the railroad song once more.
thumpy thump thumpy thump toot toot tooot.
Harold r hunt sr Apr 2017
There are candles burning somewhere.
Tonight there are candles burning
For the falling heroes that gave their lives for our freedom.
A candle burns to say thank you.
From the highest mountain top.
To the lowest coast line of our shores.
A candle burns tonight to show our love
No hate, no disrespect for these soldiers.
As the candles burn somewhere, let the flame burn bright for America
Harold r hunt sr Apr 2017
There will be blood on his hands none in his heart. A boy is shot. A girl is *****. Where is the man in charge. A school has a, shooting, people in a church gun down. What is the man in charge of doing. Young and old being killed for no reason at all. There is blood on his hands because he has none in his heart. Soldiers are dying all over the world.Even on our streets. Who is in charge. He has blood on his hands and no blood or love in his hear
Harold r hunt sr Apr 2017
These are the Holidays
People are running to the stores.
No parking spaces in the parking lots
The stores are filled with fools.
Spending their money on everything.
No tables no i pods no games.
No beer no chips no hams.
Traffic is jammed on the roads.
People yelling "get out of my way you A**HOLE"
The ground is covered in white
Kids are sliding down the hill some are throwing snowballs.
Now these are the holidays.
Gifts on the floor. No tapes no wrapping paper no name tags.
Ham is burnt no ice for the drinks.
The eggnog is gone to the cats.
O what fun these holidays bring.
The mailman brings some gifts and a hand full of bills.
The phone rings it's the bank.Your account is overdrawn.
It's back to the car and to the store returning uncles joes shirt.
THESE ARE THE HOLIDAYS MY FRIENDS> MERRY CHRISTMAS TO ALL>
Harold r hunt sr Apr 2017
In the winter time. It does snow so hard.
It falls so pretty one flake at a time.
All different shapes and sizes.
With the wind it blows a pile to the sky.
As it falls on the trees. It' makes me think.
How pretty, the snow can be.
We go out to play and make snowmen.
And angels of every kind.
The snow is so pretty
Harold r hunt sr Apr 2017
The sun has slowly set, and the long grass now
Waves dreamily in the evening wind;
And the birds has flown from that gray stone
In all the lonely landscape around
I see no light and hear no sound,
Except the wind that is a long way away.
Comes sighing over the sea.
For the sun has slowly set
And the night starts to fall
Harold r hunt sr Apr 2017
At night do you wonder what goes on after you go to sleep.
It is the dance of all dances.It's the teddy bear dance.
At the stroke of midnight. The bears line up to start the dance.
Big bears, little bears are marching to the beat of their music.
Bears with hats, bear with ribbons all in a line.
Around in the table and by the bed. You see them there.
The other toys watch so quiet. No movement from the trucks.
As your bears dance everywhere.
By the stroke of one of the bears they return. At the spot they stay at.
The night has ended and all is still.
Not a bear is moving you just think it's a dream.
As the night goes on the bears are ready for the next dance
As they dance the teddy bear dance
Harold r hunt sr Apr 2017
When I was little I hear a boom and the lights went out.
As we was in the dark my parents sat us about.
We ask what that noise was and why did the lights go out.
My mom, said that was thunder and lighting.
We wondered what caused it.
She said with a smile.
Those are little men in the sky and they are bowling.
That is the thunder you hear.
The lighting comes from the men getting a strike.
Which causes the sky to light up.
I looked at my mom and said with a smile
I want them on my bowling team
Harold r hunt sr Apr 2017
She sat at the side of the grave. Talking away to who was there.
She got no answer but she lived her day with him.
She cried for awhile, then laugh with joy as she smiled just for a second.
Her visit was long but to her not long enough she had to visit three more graves.
Her days are spent there at the graves. For her family was lost and bring no joy.
As she walked to the other, she stopped to fix the flag on another. Gave a smile.
Then walked on.
Her visit is joy to her only with unhappiness for those she lost.
As he left she closed the gate. And now you all are safe
Harold r hunt sr Apr 2017
I went fishing the other day.Caught a fish that I was surprised.
The fish was a least six inches long.
I took my fish and went to the market to look for beer.
Their I told, the butcher I caught a fish.
That was 12 inches long.
On the way to my house I saw a cop friend of mine.
I told him that i had a fish that was 18 inches long.
I stopped for a few beers at the bar I saw joey the postman.
I told joey that i had a whopper of a fish that was
Two feet long
Harold r hunt sr Apr 2017
They are dead
a gunmen kills.
for what reason.
we want to know why.
is it hate that fills his body.
just the joy of using that gun.
They are dead.
sad to say. people crying
and filled with sadness as anger sets in,
they are dead.someones child. someones friend,
They lay there cold stone dead,
Why they cry why all of them.
A fool with a gun a madness no one will no.
They are dead and God has no answers.
Harold r hunt sr Apr 2017
You tell a person something that.
you know is the truth.
It travels from person to person.
with much more add or taken off.
You say you killed a dog.by the time it gets back to you.
you have spent the night in jail for killing your wife.
They bend the truth.
even if you know you're right and they are wrong.
you try to keep from saying anything wrong but
they always bend the truth
They are out there and here I am just trying to find
someone that knows the truth.
I didn't do it!!!
Harold r hunt sr Apr 2017
they came to play
the rabbit in the yard was running in the snow.
playing and having a fun time.
soon a deer joined the fun.
racing across the yard like a jet.
the the ducks came out to swim
the pond was snow covered so swim today.
they waddled around so funny it was a sight.
soon more join the fun it looked like a small zoo.
down the hill they went to slide,
the the snow didn't stop them from their fun
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!!
Harold r hunt sr Apr 2017
Time has caught up with these things.
The blades on the old sled are rusted.
the seat is torn and *****.
The paint is fade and coming off.
the old horse can't pull it in the snow.
Time has caught up with these things.

No Lights on the street post.
the stores close at 5 pm
the town goes dark as the snow falls
Time has caught up with these things.

The church bells don't ring
the doors are old and faded
no sound of music coming from inside
Time has caught up with these things
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
Trump is on the move these days.
getting his people picked one by one
while Santa is moving kind of slow
Having trouble picking those gifts
Obamacare will be gone in just two months
while Santa is choosing the soxes to bring.
Santa will be here in 24 days
While trump will have wait for the New Year.
Santa says MERRY CHRISTMAS TO ALL!
While Trump Says MAKING AMERICA GREAT AGAIN!
Harold r hunt sr Apr 2017
Two lakes alike we can see
trees on the side stand so tall.
as if guarding the water.
the beach sandy and ready for swimmers
campers cover the hillside
enjoying the picnics
slides and swings the children play.
fish jumping in the water to be caught.
The smell of foot covers the valley.
The stillness of night ready to fall.
A deer drinks from the water the flows
rabbits run the grass looking for their holes.
a **** in the trash can making a song of noise.
A owl. then a frog, a cricket sings.
The lake are full of fun and songs twins but just fun.
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