"abbie" poems - Hello Poetry

I moved a few years ago To the upper state of Vermont Although the place is beautiful At times it can be one great big yawn That's when we put our heads together Me and my best friend Shawn And came up with the great idea To start a Hippie Farm Our noggins were a knocking Not sure how this could be done Do Hippies come from packs of seeds Or like flowers, in a bunch And can you start them off by grafting Like they do on Apple Farms Where you get rows and rows of Hippies From just a single one That's when Shawn remembered this mail order magazine That we took out and took a look inside It came with an assortment of Hippies From Raw to Roasted to Highly Deep Fried So we sat and weighed all of our options And ordered a bushel of Hippies alive Then we set out cultivating the fields Till the day our Hippies arrived The package arrived a few days later In an old beat up VW Bus With psychedelic smoke pouring from the windows Pretty sure they all came buzzed Of course Hippies don't come with instructions Only bell bottom jeans and old Jefferson Airplane tapes Can't tell you how many Hippies we went through Before we learned from our mistakes Like don't plant a Hippie face first in the dirt They need a bit of air to breath And they don't like to be over watered Just dust them off when you feel the need Now that the farm is up and running We seem to have come into our own We've even come up with a way of branding Some of the Hippies that we've grown We started selling them in flavors Like Ben and Jerry's down the street From our Abbie Hoffman Radical Cherry To our Hendrix Hazy Purple Berry Treat But it's our Groovy Rainbow Roundup Hippie Whose sales have never let us down In fact I'd put that Hippie up against Anybody else's Hippie in town I've never been much of one to brag But we're known on the East coast, up and down We've had people as far away as Florida Come and buy our Hippies by the pound So next time your up in Vermont Stop in and take a tour and watch us grow Don't forget to stop by our gift shop And purchase your very own Hippie to take home

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Feb 8, 2014

Feb 8, 2014 at 9:57 AM UTC

mike-hauser

~Hippie Farm~

I moved a few years ago To the upper state of Vermont Although the place is beautiful At times it can be one great big yawn That's when we put our heads together Me and my best friend Shawn And came up with the great idea To start a Hippie Farm Our noggins were a knocking Not sure how this could be done Do Hippies come from packs of seeds Or like flowers, in a bunch And can you start them off by grafting Like they do on Apple Farms Where you get rows and rows of Hippies From just a single one That's when Shawn remembered this mail order magazine That we took out and took a look inside It came with an assortment of Hippies From Raw to Roasted to Highly Deep Fried So we sat and weighed all of our options And ordered a bushel of Hippies alive Then we set out cultivating the fields Till the day our Hippies arrived The package arrived a few days later In an old beat up VW Bus With psychedelic smoke pouring from the windows Pretty sure they all came buzzed Of course Hippies don't come with instructions Only bell bottom jeans and old Jefferson Airplane tapes Can't tell you how many Hippies we went through Before we learned from our mistakes Like don't plant a Hippie face first in the dirt They need a bit of air to breath And they don't like to be over watered Just dust them off when you feel the need Now that the farm is up and running We seem to have come into our own We've even come up with a way of branding Some of the Hippies that we've grown We started selling them in flavors Like Ben and Jerry's down the street From our Abbie Hoffman Radical Cherry To our Hendrix Hazy Purple Berry Treat But it's our Groovy Rainbow Roundup Hippie Whose sales have never let us down In fact I'd put that Hippie up against Anybody else's Hippie in town I've never been much of one to brag But we're known on the East coast, up and down We've had people as far away as Florida Come and buy our Hippies by the pound So next time your up in Vermont Stop in and take a tour and watch us grow Don't forget to stop by our gift shop And purchase your very own Hippie to take home

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Abbie hailed a yellow top cabbie Brenda had a sister in-law named Glenda Cate ran late on her first date Delly ate seven bowls of lemon jelly Edwina drove to the town of Catalina Fran burnt her finger on the very hot frying pan Gwen had a strong yen to go and see her aunty Jen Hope bought her husband a towing rope Isobel fell under the magician's spell Joann took her mother on a holiday in a caravan Kylie went to the dentist with her brother Wylie Lesley liked listening to Elvis Presley Marcia enjoyed eating a freshly baked focaccia Nell saw a turtle coming out of his shell Olga lived at the top end of the river Volga Primrose had a Pinocchio nose Queenie knitted a multicolored beanie Ruth could never tell the whole truth Stacey loved playing dress ups with her friend Tracey Tilly behavior was always rather silly Una bought a house in the suburb of Yagonna Verity wanted to be a well known celebrity Winifred never stopped taking about Alfred Xena was presented with a court subpoena Yale told her teacher a tall tale Zealand ventured out into the bushland

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Aug 25, 2013

Aug 25, 2013 at 8:30 AM UTC

ElizabethSquires

ABC Poem (Girls Names)

Abbie hailed a yellow top cabbie Brenda had a sister in-law named Glenda Cate ran late on her first date Delly ate seven bowls of lemon jelly Edwina drove to the town of Catalina Fran burnt her finger on the very hot frying pan Gwen had a strong yen to go and see her aunty Jen Hope bought her husband a towing rope Isobel fell under the magician's spell Joann took her mother on a holiday in a caravan Kylie went to the dentist with her brother Wylie Lesley liked listening to Elvis Presley Marcia enjoyed eating a freshly baked focaccia Nell saw a turtle coming out of his shell Olga lived at the top end of the river Volga Primrose had a Pinocchio nose Queenie knitted a multicolored beanie Ruth could never tell the whole truth Stacey loved playing dress ups with her friend Tracey Tilly behavior was always rather silly Una bought a house in the suburb of Yagonna Verity wanted to be a well known celebrity Winifred never stopped taking about Alfred Xena was presented with a court subpoena Yale told her teacher a tall tale Zealand ventured out into the bushland

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Her beauty leaves the gods to weep and beat their chests from unfulfilled desire. Her legs, slender, strong, with graceful dancing feet. Full of life, she understands the dregs, the darker being lurking just below my skin, the lust-filled poet-mystic. She chats of cummings, karma and tarot while cooking bolognese sauce with me. Post-dinner, melting on my arm beside me on the couch with baseball on the tube. From there, off to the bedroom. Once inside... well, kiss and tell is just extremely rude. Ah, to be Young Frankenstein again; creating love from Abbie Normal brain.

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Mar 23, 2011

Mar 23, 2011 at 6:38 PM UTC

joel-m-frye

She's aliiiiiive!!!

Her beauty leaves the gods to weep and beat their chests from unfulfilled desire. Her legs, slender, strong, with graceful dancing feet. Full of life, she understands the dregs, the darker being lurking just below my skin, the lust-filled poet-mystic. She chats of cummings, karma and tarot while cooking bolognese sauce with me. Post-dinner, melting on my arm beside me on the couch with baseball on the tube. From there, off to the bedroom. Once inside... well, kiss and tell is just extremely rude. Ah, to be Young Frankenstein again; creating love from Abbie Normal brain.

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i walk you to class, our stubby legs powering through the hallways. i try so desperately to keep my hands on my books, although the digits reach towards yours on their own accord. we walk, laughing at your friends. i know i’ll be quite late to class, i always have to push it. if i had it my way, neither of us would attend first period. your baggy clothes would come off, the constricting binder would go on. i’d fix up your hair and make you feel comfortable. i’d give you a sweater of mine and i’d whisk you into my soccer mom van. i’d drive us far away, my hand glued to yours the whole way. we’d go out, ignoring stares and just being. we can’t do that here. here i can’t even call you mine. i have to spend 8 hours without seeing you and 8 hours without holding you it’s like i’m spending 8 hours without loving you. that’s why i walk you to class. you go to freshmen biology while i go to college level composition. you take french one, i’m in spanish four. i drop you off. super christian Abbie gives me a look. but god, i’d love to see her face if i had it my way. i’d pin you up against someone’s locker, preferably hers, and call you mine, claim you as me, you’d be mine. we wouldn’t care. Abbie’s face would contort into a sour look like someone squirted lemon juice in her mouth, her mind searching for bible verses to condemn us with, her hands already grasping markers to scrawl “god hates **** in big angry letters on poster boards. but you’d be mine.

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Feb 19, 2015

Feb 19, 2015 at 10:35 AM UTC

resilient

wanting to touch, having to hide.

i walk you to class, our stubby legs powering through the hallways. i try so desperately to keep my hands on my books, although the digits reach towards yours on their own accord. we walk, laughing at your friends. i know i’ll be quite late to class, i always have to push it. if i had it my way, neither of us would attend first period. your baggy clothes would come off, the constricting binder would go on. i’d fix up your hair and make you feel comfortable. i’d give you a sweater of mine and i’d whisk you into my soccer mom van. i’d drive us far away, my hand glued to yours the whole way. we’d go out, ignoring stares and just being. we can’t do that here. here i can’t even call you mine. i have to spend 8 hours without seeing you and 8 hours without holding you it’s like i’m spending 8 hours without loving you. that’s why i walk you to class. you go to freshmen biology while i go to college level composition. you take french one, i’m in spanish four. i drop you off. super christian Abbie gives me a look. but god, i’d love to see her face if i had it my way. i’d pin you up against someone’s locker, preferably hers, and call you mine, claim you as me, you’d be mine. we wouldn’t care. Abbie’s face would contort into a sour look like someone squirted lemon juice in her mouth, her mind searching for bible verses to condemn us with, her hands already grasping markers to scrawl “god hates **** in big angry letters on poster boards. but you’d be mine.

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America, you never had a chance America, you and I both know there's only one way this ends America, you aren't going to like it America, what did you do to deserve the millions of revolutionaries in your streets? America, whose bones are in the ground beneath your feet? America, what did your father say before he left? America, what did your sons bring home from war? America how holy was your birth that you can't move on? America, who will be left behind when you do? America, I'm too sentimental about you and I know it America, I watched the workers hold the line for months and you locked the doors America, I watched those people starve America, I watched you build a cage and call it Chicago, call it Missouri, call it Baltimore, call it Dayton call it what you want and forget America, I watched you forget America, you forgot your angels America, the saints want to destroy you and I don't feel sorry for you not anymore America, I let go of you in pieces America, I watch your flag burn to cinder and drift away America, I watch you die every night America, I loved you once and now I'm nothing America, how did you repay Ginsberg's love? America, where did you bury Eugene V Debs? America, did you follow Abbie Hoffman to hell? America, where are your heroes? America, what did you do to the workers who never crossed the picket lines? America, what did you give the black kids for Christmas? America, what price do the immigrants pay for your freedom? America, who do they pray to? America, what do you pray for? America, I pray too much for someone who doesn't believe in you America, you never had a chance America, I pray you get one, I owe you that much at least

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Dec 30, 2016

Dec 30, 2016 at 3:17 AM UTC

tyler-king

Late December, 2016, Somewhere in America

America, you never had a chance America, you and I both know there's only one way this ends America, you aren't going to like it America, what did you do to deserve the millions of revolutionaries in your streets? America, whose bones are in the ground beneath your feet? America, what did your father say before he left? America, what did your sons bring home from war? America how holy was your birth that you can't move on? America, who will be left behind when you do? America, I'm too sentimental about you and I know it America, I watched the workers hold the line for months and you locked the doors America, I watched those people starve America, I watched you build a cage and call it Chicago, call it Missouri, call it Baltimore, call it Dayton call it what you want and forget America, I watched you forget America, you forgot your angels America, the saints want to destroy you and I don't feel sorry for you not anymore America, I let go of you in pieces America, I watch your flag burn to cinder and drift away America, I watch you die every night America, I loved you once and now I'm nothing America, how did you repay Ginsberg's love? America, where did you bury Eugene V Debs? America, did you follow Abbie Hoffman to hell? America, where are your heroes? America, what did you do to the workers who never crossed the picket lines? America, what did you give the black kids for Christmas? America, what price do the immigrants pay for your freedom? America, who do they pray to? America, what do you pray for? America, I pray too much for someone who doesn't believe in you America, you never had a chance America, I pray you get one, I owe you that much at least

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How many heroes have chosen this path, Of least or no resistance? In the face of overwhelming odds, Or staring at cubicular, corporate submission; Elect instead the stance Of simply Doing Nothing? Victorian ladies thought it amusing; 20th Century Centurions and Puritans condemned it. The spoon-fed rich live it and lose nothing. Russian aristocrats sometimes recommend it… When spurned in love & up against it. Oblomov, for instance, whiled his time away, In bed, or staring out at the wood, Writing meaningless letters and ignoring the day, Yet it still did him some good. Marat in his bathtub, Proust in his bed, Still accomplished SOMETHING Or we’d have forgotten them instead. Is there still no virtue in doing nothing? Against the tide of corporate work, Aquarians rebelled with dance. Later on, Generation X Came to work in a greedy trance. Peter Gibbons was hypnotized, To escape his lifeless job, Destroyed the office as it was downsized, But was promoted by “the Bobs”. Some lesson there, for those who strive, That work alone is not enough. Attitude is more important to our lives, That revolt by nothingness is not that tough. Abbie Hoffman was thrown through windows, While preaching peace instead of wrath. Despite nobility of cause, does humanity still go, The inexorable way of sloth? Sharon Talbot

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Sep 9, 2017

Sep 9, 2017 at 8:43 AM UTC

sharon-talbot

Amusing to do Nothing...or Dolce far niente

How many heroes have chosen this path, Of least or no resistance? In the face of overwhelming odds, Or staring at cubicular, corporate submission; Elect instead the stance Of simply Doing Nothing? Victorian ladies thought it amusing; 20th Century Centurions and Puritans condemned it. The spoon-fed rich live it and lose nothing. Russian aristocrats sometimes recommend it… When spurned in love & up against it. Oblomov, for instance, whiled his time away, In bed, or staring out at the wood, Writing meaningless letters and ignoring the day, Yet it still did him some good. Marat in his bathtub, Proust in his bed, Still accomplished SOMETHING Or we’d have forgotten them instead. Is there still no virtue in doing nothing? Against the tide of corporate work, Aquarians rebelled with dance. Later on, Generation X Came to work in a greedy trance. Peter Gibbons was hypnotized, To escape his lifeless job, Destroyed the office as it was downsized, But was promoted by “the Bobs”. Some lesson there, for those who strive, That work alone is not enough. Attitude is more important to our lives, That revolt by nothingness is not that tough. Abbie Hoffman was thrown through windows, While preaching peace instead of wrath. Despite nobility of cause, does humanity still go, The inexorable way of sloth? Sharon Talbot

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I wanted to be like Abbie Hoffman before, until I built a prison of my own. Now I am trapped within the usual circle that I have grown tired of, even before I start, even before everything ends.

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Feb 19, 2017

Feb 19, 2017 at 3:30 AM UTC

rimbaudiy

Spit on me, Abbie

I wanted to be like Abbie Hoffman before, until I built a prison of my own. Now I am trapped within the usual circle that I have grown tired of, even before I start, even before everything ends.

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MY SISTER IS MY BEST FRIEND HER FAITH IN ME IS INSPIRING HER FAITH IN ME HAS NO END SHE IS MY PORTAL TO COMFORT SHE IS A PORTAL I WOULD RECOMMEND MY LOVE IS MY GIFT TO MY SISTER I EXTEND THANKYOU ABBIE I WILL NEVER FORGET BECAUSE WITH YOU AROUND I NEVER FEAR ANY THREATS

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Sep 26, 2018

Sep 26, 2018 at 11:29 AM UTC

liam-hopson

ABBIE

MY SISTER IS MY BEST FRIEND HER FAITH IN ME IS INSPIRING HER FAITH IN ME HAS NO END SHE IS MY PORTAL TO COMFORT SHE IS A PORTAL I WOULD RECOMMEND MY LOVE IS MY GIFT TO MY SISTER I EXTEND THANKYOU ABBIE I WILL NEVER FORGET BECAUSE WITH YOU AROUND I NEVER FEAR ANY THREATS

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When I come to the end of my journey And I travel my last weary mile Just forget if you can, that I ever frowned And remember only the smile Forget unkind words I have spoken Remember some good I have done Forget that I ever had heartache And remember I've had loads of fun Forget that I've stumbled and blundered And sometimes fell by the way Remember I have fought some hard battles And won, ere the close of the day Then forget to grieve for my going I would not have you sad for a day But in summer just gather some flowers And remember the place where I lay And come in the shade of evening When the sun paints the sky in the west Stand for a few moments beside me And remember only my best Author: Mrs Lyman (Abbie) Hancock

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Feb 19, 2015

Feb 19, 2015 at 12:56 PM UTC

FidgetyMidget

When I 'm Gone

When I come to the end of my journey And I travel my last weary mile Just forget if you can, that I ever frowned And remember only the smile Forget unkind words I have spoken Remember some good I have done Forget that I ever had heartache And remember I've had loads of fun Forget that I've stumbled and blundered And sometimes fell by the way Remember I have fought some hard battles And won, ere the close of the day Then forget to grieve for my going I would not have you sad for a day But in summer just gather some flowers And remember the place where I lay And come in the shade of evening When the sun paints the sky in the west Stand for a few moments beside me And remember only my best Author: Mrs Lyman (Abbie) Hancock

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Dallas has Abbie's heart. Loves her for her. Life's been rough for both Although they found Something they Have to share. Always gonna be together. You can say different if you want. Each of them don't believe that **** Never doubting there love. In each others arms Closing there eyes. Holding On the Lovers Stay together forever.<3

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Mar 7, 2011

Mar 7, 2011 at 7:30 AM UTC

abbieroseee

Dallas Hayes Nichols.

Dallas has Abbie's heart. Loves her for her. Life's been rough for both Although they found Something they Have to share. Always gonna be together. You can say different if you want. Each of them don't believe that **** Never doubting there love. In each others arms Closing there eyes. Holding On the Lovers Stay together forever.<3

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Dallas gave Abbie all his Love and his Life for Abbie to Survive.

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Mar 7, 2011

Mar 7, 2011 at 7:30 AM UTC

abbieroseee

Dallas

Dallas gave Abbie all his Love and his Life for Abbie to Survive.

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Lawrence Hall [email protected] https://hellopoetry.com/lawrence-hall/ poeticdrivel.blogspot.com The Prince-Poet-Cat of Gatineau, Quebec For Pushkin, of Happy Memory And His House Pets Abbie and Alexander In an ice-cream summer in the long ago I met a marvelous cat in Gatineau Pushkin by name, a fastidious Russian His shiny fur coat never needed brushin’ He purred in an elegant iambic tetrameter Precisely in its orderly parameter A cat, of course, needn’t meter his speech For a cat is a poem whose motions teach: Running Leaping Sleeping Purring pouncing Growling Yowling Howling Twitching Lurking Sneaking Posing Dreaming Snuggling While in all things giving his children delight In an ice-cream summer in the long ago I met a marvelous cat in Gatineau

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Aug 24, 2022

Aug 24, 2022 at 8:52 AM UTC

lawrence-hall

The Prince-Poet-Cat of Gatineau, Quebec

Lawrence Hall [email protected] https://hellopoetry.com/lawrence-hall/ poeticdrivel.blogspot.com The Prince-Poet-Cat of Gatineau, Quebec For Pushkin, of Happy Memory And His House Pets Abbie and Alexander In an ice-cream summer in the long ago I met a marvelous cat in Gatineau Pushkin by name, a fastidious Russian His shiny fur coat never needed brushin’ He purred in an elegant iambic tetrameter Precisely in its orderly parameter A cat, of course, needn’t meter his speech For a cat is a poem whose motions teach: Running Leaping Sleeping Purring pouncing Growling Yowling Howling Twitching Lurking Sneaking Posing Dreaming Snuggling While in all things giving his children delight In an ice-cream summer in the long ago I met a marvelous cat in Gatineau

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Lawrence Hall [email protected] LogoSophia Magazine – A Pilgrim's Journal of Life, Literature and Love Fellowship & Fairydust (fellowshipandfairydust.com) https://hellopoetry.com/lawrence-hall/ poeticdrivel.blogspot.com Saint Joseph and Ice Cream “I thought I heard you saying it was a pity…I never had any children…But I have, you know…Thousands of ’em … thousands of ’em…” -Goodbye, Mr. Chips In memory of a happy summer morning with Abbie and Alexander in Ottawa Every man is a father after the Order of Saint Joseph Every child is his to nurture and protect A man must practice wisdom and honor In order to pass them on to a new generation And there is something to be said for ice cream - I was entrusted with two little children For a walkabout around Parliament Hill “And give them nutritious snacks,” their mother enjoined Most strictly enjoined I asked myself what good Saint Joseph would do - Surely he would buy them an ice cream each And it was so And now you know

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Nov 17, 2022

Nov 17, 2022 at 1:45 PM UTC

lawrence-hall

Saint Joseph and Ice Cream

Lawrence Hall [email protected] LogoSophia Magazine – A Pilgrim's Journal of Life, Literature and Love Fellowship & Fairydust (fellowshipandfairydust.com) https://hellopoetry.com/lawrence-hall/ poeticdrivel.blogspot.com Saint Joseph and Ice Cream “I thought I heard you saying it was a pity…I never had any children…But I have, you know…Thousands of ’em … thousands of ’em…” -Goodbye, Mr. Chips In memory of a happy summer morning with Abbie and Alexander in Ottawa Every man is a father after the Order of Saint Joseph Every child is his to nurture and protect A man must practice wisdom and honor In order to pass them on to a new generation And there is something to be said for ice cream - I was entrusted with two little children For a walkabout around Parliament Hill “And give them nutritious snacks,” their mother enjoined Most strictly enjoined I asked myself what good Saint Joseph would do - Surely he would buy them an ice cream each And it was so And now you know

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