"hanker" poems
An away game at Leeds!
The Loiner Lion will have its feeds.
So it was, back in the day
When Revie’s Men held full sway.
Reaney, Charlton, Hunter, Cooper,
That defence was really super.
David Harvey, ‘keeper complete,
Guaranteed a solid clean sheet.
The midfield ruled by Bremner and Giles,
Billy’s energy, Johnny’s wiles.
Lorimer and Gray down the wings,
Recalling Eddie (Gray), oh my heart sings.
Jones and Clarkey gave us goals,
Lots of them, shoals and shoals.
73-74 our greatest year,
Opponents always full of fear.
Man U relegated that season too,
Better days there were very few.
We won the league by a merry mile,
Time to smile as we did it in style.
In 69 we lost just two from 42.
Opponents didn’t know what to do.
Burnley and City our only losses,
Otherwise we were the bosses.
92 was another good year,
Man U crying in their beer.
Then we sold them Cantona,
That really was a bridge too far.
The rest is history as they say;
We strive again to have our day.
In the second tier on Italian money,
Seeking the land of milk and honey.
The Premiership’s the place where we should be,
Please Messi, join us, on a free!
We hanker for those glory days.
God please help us with your mysterious ways.
Paul Butters
© PB 11\9\2015.
Sep 11, 2015
Sep 11, 2015 at 5:42 AM UTC
On my way to work,
Whenever I pass through
The Holy Trinity church,
After a brief prayer,
The tombstone of a martyr
My eyes never fail to search
As his eulogies sensitive cords
Are sure to touch!
I admire
The tombstone’s design
A flickering torch,
Whose tongue
Is the martyr ’s statue,
That talks loud his virtue!
“Holy Trinity
Till I crossed the river of death
Allegedly, striped of my health,
Poisoned by evil doers,
Who hanker
By unfair means
To amass wealth,
I had been
A public servant
Adherent to my faith! ”
“Holy Trinity
To abide by
Your commandment-
Don’t steal-
Was my desire
Also to pull out millions
From poverty’s quagmire.
Across the board development
Working better than one's best
Efficient resource utilization
Also drew my attention! "
“Holy Trinity
A generation
To corruption averse
Is all-out
The bad scenario
In my country
To reverse.
A generation for
A developmental ******
That has lust.
I have come to understand
The coming up of
Many a lass and lad,
Whose rights that demand
I need no more reward,
When in front of you
This way I stand
Justice to demand! ”
Children of Oromia,
Ethiopia’s elephantine branch,
You have to detach
Your state, your country
From the impudent
And the corrupt
That still exercise
The outmoded
Colonizers’
Divide and rule
As a fool .
A corruption fighter
Development’s workforce
Is also a hero
Like Ethiopia’s
Valorous and dear sons
Balcha Abanefso
Geresu Duke,Abdisa Aga
And Jagama Kelo.
Children of Oromia
Giving to divisive guys
A deaf ear,
You should hold your
Country Ethiopia,
A cradle of mankind
And civilization, dear
Do not forget
Adding up
Is the current road map
Evil doers
Killing a hero
Could not bring
The change drive
To zero.
As a poet what I can say
“Evil doers
Stop to opt for
Devilish way!
But if you
Keeping going astray
You will go
To the grave in
Ignominious way!”//
Jul 26, 2018
Jul 26, 2018 at 7:09 AM UTC
In her love smitten
my home's youngest kitten
I stroke her silky fur
to hear her mew and purr!
As soon as I'm home
this beauty's epitome
raises fluffy tail
holds me in her spell!
Of gracious royal class
this gorgeous little lass
cuddles on my lap
for a warm blissful nap!
I pamper her too much
hanker for her touch
she in my heart dwells
in pride her heart swells!
Though my love she rules
she ain't an inch grateful
this tiny cute empress
leaves poops on floor mattress!
Jun 11, 2014
Jun 11, 2014 at 12:46 PM UTC
Andromeda, by Perseus sav’d and wed,
Hanker’d each day to see the Gorgon’s head:
Till o’er a fount he held it, bade her lean,
And mirror’d in the wave was safely seen
That death she liv’d by.
Let not thine eyes know
Any forbidden thing itself, although
It once should save as well as **** but be
Its shadow upon life enough for thee.
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Water is so precious
I am so furious
But people are wasting
Nobody aware of scarcity
Just aware your society
Conserve the water
Being like a martyr
See the harm by the scarcity
Love the water save the society
Otherwise you will hanker
Torment for a drop of water
If the water then life
Otherwise life is like a knife
Just conserve it
Aware each one like knit
Water will save you
Otherwise unfavorable conditions
Face you
Sep 10, 2016
Sep 10, 2016 at 9:30 AM UTC
America-- you’re about as inspiring as vanilla ice cream puddled in the summer sun
a damp dishrag, america, you can’t clean up the mess you are.
Your subjects, or should I say, Objects--
your agency bereft gdp drones--
they hanker, they brood
like a syst; they’re ****** vacuoles: private, malignant, caverns of capital
your pride? starving children, dying cities?
it’s a grand ole’ flag, you pathetic ****
How about considering this:
The people, inside your prisons?
They’re free.
The people outside?
minions, hackneyed excuse for existence, and pestilence.
the ones who know oppression are free, and the ones oppressing do not know.
that’s why I love you, America.
You are what humanity needs; a slow, painful drain on our existence.
Consciousness slowly being ignited and swallowed, only to be ******* out and flushed away.
You, america, are a popcorn bag popping in the microwave, left on for too long.
You can’t expand any further, and you taste like cancer.
America, you are beautiful, and the death you bring tastes like lime flavored popsicles
that we lick to take away the taste of reality.
Your society is a cattle car, for the mind, and your messages burn the body
when it gets there.
Jun 18, 2011
Jun 18, 2011 at 9:03 PM UTC
Hot headed one eyed nerd,
walking blindly with the herd,
be aware, every time you croak the F-word,
cussing like an irritated toad,
you denigrate those moments on cloud nine,
you inch up the rainbow panting,
smearing all colors together;
the very moments you hanker for,
past every sunset
as if there is nothing else you can sanely think of,
till the ******
and your partner is the only one that exists,
in this whole wide world.
Mar 15, 2013
Mar 15, 2013 at 1:33 AM UTC
Friends . . . old friends . . .
One sees how it ends.
A woman looks
Or a man tells lies,
And the pleasant brooks
And the quiet skies,
Ruined with brawling
And caterwauling,
Enchant no more
As they did before.
And so it ends
With friends.
Friends . . . old friends . . .
And what if it ends?
Shall we dare to shirk
What we live to learn?
It has done its work,
It has served its turn;
And, forgive and forget
Or hanker and fret,
We can be no more
As we were before.
When it ends, it ends
With friends.
Friends . . . old friends . . .
So it breaks, so it ends.
There let it rest!
It has fought and won,
And is still the best
That either has done.
Each as he stands
The work of its hands,
Which shall be more
As he was before? . . .
What is it ends
With friends?
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I'm weary of this weather and I hanker for the ways
Which people read of in the psalms and preachers paraphrase--
Dec 22, 2014
Dec 22, 2014 at 4:00 AM UTC
Tearing off
Imperialists' mantle
True to his name Fidel
He had lit
To the oppressed masses
And to those in the dark
An much-needed candle.
Weighing things from
Fraternity's angle
And the truth,
Fidel was not remiss
In dispatching own troops
In far off beyonds
To fortify for freedom
Mounted battle.
Considerate Fidel had taught
Innumerable orphans,
Whose combatant fathers lost.
Frowning up on
Amassing personal wealth,
He was building
The human power
Of the 3rd world like Ethiopia,
Among others,
In agriculture and health!
Stooping
To glittering things
While many leaders worried
To hanker for personal gain,
Fidel Castro,magnanimous,
Opted to assuage
The marginalized's pain.
For doing so
The shameless&bloodsucker;
Imperialists were trying
To **** him again and again.
Yes, Fidle was their bane!
Though Fidel is no more
His legacy we shall live to adore!//
Fiedel Castro was a true friend of Ethiopia!
Dec 9, 2016
Dec 9, 2016 at 8:39 AM UTC
Has democracy irretrievably gone to the dogs?
Every beast congregates here; coyotes to hogs!
Supposedly most selfless of acts
Cover up the worst and the inept.
Crocodile tears apart, they hanker only for populist tag!
Nov 2, 2018
Nov 2, 2018 at 8:48 AM UTC
*An interminable yearning of
solace finding.
A constant struggle of cicatrix hiding.
Euphoric trance, we hanker it all.
To breath beyond the limits of wall.
Wall that curbs our accord.
To hum the songs from one old record.
To aviate beyond the visible horizon.
To be souls of mirthful composition.
Exempting our cores of concealed desires.
To sway with adored one in bonfires.
To see the world engrossed in
love and peace.
Will only, then our souls
ensconce in ease*...
Aug 30, 2015
Aug 30, 2015 at 8:03 AM UTC
*"There is a certain placidity in my seclusion .
The feeling of affection seems like an obtrusion.
Here is peace , but out there whole world is prying.
Probing us for flaws and they never stop trying.
Testing us with abstracts like love & what-not.
As the chains of spurious amity tighten the ****** knot.
I am amidst the society, yet I am sequestered.
And the resentment has become more festered.
I have no enmity for the world out there.
In lieu of perfidious world , I prefer to be here.
That fabricated affinity I just elude.
So, I always hanker for tranquility of my personal solitude ."*
-asim.javid
Feb 17, 2017
Feb 17, 2017 at 3:17 AM UTC
*I hanker myself to find illumination within myself.
The more I explore,
the more I confront the ineluctable iniquity.
Being cognizant of my enmity,
I wish to be ignoramus of myself.*
Jul 25, 2015
Jul 25, 2015 at 1:12 PM UTC
High atop the spire beneath a cloudless sky
the Cross stands forlorn Christmas is nigh
since long in the past time beyond recall
no bells chime here sung no carol!
But still its heart flutters as it hears the Lord's voice
*I carried your burden and set for you the choice
to do this world much good and love your fellow men
be happy in others' happiness take share of their pain*!
Kind Lord mutters the Cross *men still live for gain
act the way it seems your blood was shed in vain
they war and breed hatred between them raise wall
hanker for pelf and power in their loss they squall*!
The church lies abandoned starkly white and bare
only the Cross bows to the Lord in silent prayer
still hoping it's not far away when the bells would ring
the Lord would carry the Cross on his second coming!
Dec 23, 2015
Dec 23, 2015 at 8:56 AM UTC
Tonight, my hand sways over a blank sheet
It matches the rhythm given by the time
Rumbles and croons over the lyrical past
Keeping the things that are worth to keep
Inch by inch, my life was changed by your intimacy
I was in loved with your fondness
I was moved by our endearment
I would like to keep the things we used to nurture
The warmness suddenly abated
Like the flower which suddenly died
Everything was adequately managed
However you realized that the time was in mess
I miss the curve at your face
I hanker after our lovely moments
I crave for the affection you once gave
Hoping that those things would come back
Tonight, I tear a part inside of me
To put these feelings into expressions
To tell you how this poem was made
And to tell you that:
"I write because of our love that once existed."
Jan 18, 2015
Jan 18, 2015 at 7:34 AM UTC
When I’m a normal person
And I’m sure I think I can
I'll down my daily dosage
Like a mediocre man
I'll shuffle in my slippers
And I’ll own a dressing gown
Residing in a suburb
Of a standard little town
I'll hanker after gadgets
And mosey with the crowds
My clothes will be as colourless
As January clouds
I'll dabble in the markets
And cross my daily words
I'll cut the grass and trim the hedge
And mind I feed the birds
I'll always watch my language
I'll **** instead of ****
Enjoying ordinary days
Forgetting who I am
I'll burn away my being
For the mighty human hive
Existing on the borderline
Not dead but not alive
Feb 10, 2013
Feb 10, 2013 at 6:33 AM UTC
Skin…
I hanker to sniff and ******
To languish within the marching wines
Born of our bodies
As to the rhythm of sheets we sweep
Cover to cover
Lover to lover
Like leaves that speak summer
Mere synthesized minutes
Autographed by Eden
These hours we shall cherish
And fancy not of repentance
May 30, 2012
May 30, 2012 at 2:49 PM UTC
Some peaks of dark fall these monsters learn to ebb.
I wonder where they go or will they ever draw.
And what I hanker for is hear from them no more.
As blankets do not succour,
Even pecks,
or sweet ***** holds,
Dispatch or scuttle
Dingy veil these ghastly voices love to warble.
Jun 3, 2015
Jun 3, 2015 at 7:10 AM UTC
There's a regret
So grinding, so immitigably sad,
Remorse thereby feels tolerant, even glad . . .
Do you not know it yet?
For deeds undone
Rankle and snarl and hunger for their due,
Till there seems naught so despicable as you
In all the grin o' the sun.
Like an old shoe
The sea spurns and the land abhors, you lie
About the beach of Time, till by and by
Death, that derides you too--
Death, as he goes
His ragman's round, espies you, where you stray,
With half-an-eye, and kicks you out of his way;
And then--and then, who knows
But the kind Grave
Turns on you, and you feel the convict Worm,
In that black bridewell working out his term,
Hanker and ***** and crave?
'Poor fool that might--
That might, yet would not, dared not, let this be,
Think of it, here and thus made over to me
In the implacable night!'
And writhing, fain
And like a triumphing lover, he shall take
His fill where no high memory lives to make
His obscene victory vain.
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High atop the spire beneath a cloudless sky
the Cross stands forlorn Christmas is nigh
since long in the past time beyond recall
no bells chime here is sung no carol!
But its heart still flutters as hears the Lord's voice
*I carried your burden and set for you the choice
to do this world much good and love your fellow men
be happy in others' happiness take share of their pain!*
Kind Lord mutters the Cross *men still live for gain
act the way it seems your blood was shed in vain
they war and breed hatred between them raise wall
hanker for pelf and power in their loss they squall!*
The church lies abandoned starkly white and bare
only the Cross bows to the Lord in silent prayer
hoping it's not far away when the bells would ring
the Lord would carry the Cross on his second coming!
Dec 22, 2017
Dec 22, 2017 at 10:37 AM UTC
As he grew he looked and desired,
others had more and he was tired.
Possession became his love and soul,
all those heaps could never fill the hole.
Glimpse the depts to find the cure.
We are here to Endure.
What did they do to deserve what they get?
His heart ached, he could never forget.
He wanted it more, he deserved much better.
He made his mind a filthy place to litter.
Pat your shoulder and reassure.
We are here to Endure.
Shunned by the universe,
he rose in a heroic verse.
Thought everyone else was bleak,
to himself did he lie and cheat.
Admit that you're insecure.
We are here to Endure.
He was hurt and he was blamed
he was never reclaimed.
At every turn he became aggressive.
Offended world would misconceive.
Repent, forgive and feel secure.
We are here to Endure.
Pressure drove him to frustration;
His yearning became his passion.
Disordered desire bind him in slavery.
Suffered he, in shame, sadness and misery.
Redirection is a manure.
We are here to Endure.
Low self esteem put him through hell,
disquiet apatite became his shell.
Departed away from the Divine.
Impoverishment and disgrace is a sign.
Abstinence will seize epicure.
We are here to Endure.
Failure left him without traction;
murmuring the songs of wishful imagination.
Dreams he sought are his anchor,
glued to the couch, he just hanker.
Without diligence you're immature.
We are here to Endure.
Jun 13, 2021
Jun 13, 2021 at 2:22 PM UTC
Don't speak the lingo
Or wear the disguise
Don't listen to thin girls
Comparing their thighs
Preparing compromise
With slaves in suits
And silken ties
Don't bow to the pressure
To hanker and crave
Cos that ninety inch plasma
Won't fit in your grave
And gosh you need a shave
Polish your boots
Now smile and wave
Don't look in the mirror
And pick out the flaws
Don't steam your ******
Or botox your jaws
Never, on any account, watch Jersey Shores
Always expect
The hidden clause
The lies are entangled
Like thickets of briar
And the evidence lost
Or mislaid, or on fire
So justice is for hire
To the biggest perv
And the richest liar
Feb 4, 2015
Feb 4, 2015 at 5:16 PM UTC
No wonder so many are unhappy
Their lives are predicated on pluses
Pluses= happiness
Unhappiness comes from minuses.
All this they hanker after:
Pluses in wealth, power , position
Fame, recognition- even pluses in good looks
And wisdom--anything less is no consolation.
More acquisitions---the goal of life
(Pity those who live in minuses)
All the time they strive and strive
Chasing like addicts for the next round of seductive pluses.
Shouldn't they change their mind-set?
Surely minuses are to be more desired and embraced
Minus ill health, minus greed, minus envy, minus discord
Minus strife, minus discontent--aren't pluses sadly misplaced?
Dec 23, 2015
Dec 23, 2015 at 9:28 PM UTC