"hev" poems
Happy Birthday Heather
I will not state your age
If people want to know it
They can go visit your page
You run a band of poets
A band of Lunatics at heart
But, you saw something in us
And you saw it from the start
We all write different styles
Some are funny, some morose
Some of us have stories
And sometimes, we get gross
But, Heather, you're our leader
And on behalf of all us vandals
Don't put the fire brigade to work
....so don't light your ****** candles!!!
Happy Birthday Hev! Best wishes
We share more than just a last name in my book.
All the love
Roger and Megan Turner
Jan 27, 2016
Jan 27, 2016 at 5:46 AM UTC
Jim and Jill on market day
Watch a gret ol' bull hev his way
"Do you look at that now Jim,
Why can't you be more like him?"
"Well," said Jim, "there's a difference now-
He don't stick to the same old cow."
Sep 30, 2012
Sep 30, 2012 at 6:45 AM UTC
Jeg kan høre grin og høje råb
Lange suk og næser som forsigtigt snøfter
De taler højt med skarpe stemme som bliver udpresset af nogle munde som er blevet trænet i Jeg-taler-kun-om-mig-snak.
Pralende tunger som klukker, ja selv tændernes klapren som ekkoer ud i de store kolde *** piver i ørene som var det knive der skære igennem min øregang.
Lyset fra en enkelt lille lampe kan føltes som en sol på en 35graders varm dag med skyfri himmel. Det gløder i deres blikke, alle er de fyldt med enten jalousi, træthed eller ensomhed. Men i det mindste føler de noget, i det mindste gløder det. I det mindste er der noget bag deres øjne, inde i dem selv som ubevidst hiver dem op fra sengen om morgenen og starter en ny dag.
Jeg ville give min halve arm for at være i deres sted, men så alligevel.
Jeg er her, det er aften.
Måske er der alligevel noget som ubevist hev mig op fra sengen i morges for at starte en ny dag. Hvad det er, det aner jeg ikke.
Og jeg håber ikke at jeg finder ud af det.
For så kommer det til at gløde og jeg vil ikke have at mine øjne gør ondt.
Apr 24, 2015
Apr 24, 2015 at 2:11 PM UTC
I've found some folks on facebook
I think i'd really like
and then there are those certain ones
I tell....go on....get on yer bike
I've met many folks while writing
And most of them are nice
The others just are spiteful folks
To whom being nasty is a vice
I've travelled round the world with friends
Most I've never met
But, I'm never saying never
My life's not over yet
There are some I met through Titan
Our dog, and our best friend
There are others who just found us
And I will stick with till the end
Then, there are the ones who hate
They hide there in the dark
Tearing little pieces off of you
And they do it for a lark
They hide in anonymity
Criticising all you do
I've run across a few of them
I blocked them all...did you?
But as they say a bad penny
Will always be around
And no matter where you go on here
That bad penny can be found
I'm staying on because I won't
quit and let them beat me
In fact I'm sticking 'round to say
You ******** all can eat me
This is a public forum
And I think that most are good
But, for the rest of you...get off the cross
We need the ****** wood!
Feb 3, 2014
Feb 3, 2014 at 12:09 PM UTC