"hoola" poems
Every day is Grandparents' Day
when you sit outside and watch them run
play, kick ball, laugh and cheer
it makes it all worthwhile
their loving smiles
their joyous laughter
hoola hoops
somersaults that soon
become full handstands
and cartwheels
Have you ever watched the ball game
if not, you need to go out back
and root for your favorite team
or even kick a ball or two with them
oh, but it's worth every minute
the joys, the smiles...
they're not always the children's
but it's definitely Grandparents' Day
Mar 21, 2015
Mar 21, 2015 at 8:03 PM UTC
Trapped;
by the desperate logic of your own mind
and the fear of circumstances you find
yourself trapped in.
It is a circular state.
Painful as it cuts its way
like a razor-edged hoola hoop at play,
alone.
Isn't it always alone?
Despite the support of all
or lonely lacking pall
of being alone.
Life cannot be lived for you.
The pain and gut wrenching fear
preside ever strong and clear.
I am afraid.
Perhaps, love is not brightest.
Fear seems to shroud its beams;
striking from the in between
to **** hope, peace
Help! please!
but the cry cannot be answered
for it is my turn to be stalwart.
I'm crumbling.
Time, please wrap
your shriveled shroud
about the wounds
that keep care out.
Find it in you-
however deep-
to end this torment
plaguing me.
My heart may burst
(blessed relief?)
if no relief come
succor me.
Trapped...
Apr 26, 2015
Apr 26, 2015 at 2:29 PM UTC
On a winter day,
i took the snowy hay away.
i told the hens to lay the eggs,
and the bugs to fly away.
i told the horse to drink it's soup,
and i saw the rabbit do the hoola hoop.
i saw lots of thing on a winter day.
Jul 3, 2012
Jul 3, 2012 at 5:51 AM UTC
On advice from a friend
I’m sure that “plenty of ******* in the world”
and “Love me some freckly *******
were said with the best intentions
On Physics
While I watched a woman Hoola-hoop
and take off her clothes I was fascinated,
but when she laid down on the ground
and took off her stockings, while the hoola-hoop
twirled on, I lost all belief in science.
On painting a brown dormitory ceiling white
“You really have to use both arms to get up in there
Just push it up in the brown
Get it all until it is covered in white
Come on Tom, use your muscles.”
That’s what she said
Oct 2, 2010
Oct 2, 2010 at 9:06 PM UTC
Simply calling me crazy
Would be nothing short of ignorant
And so much more than lazy
‘Cause it’s deeper than that
When my demons aren’t freely
Beating up or running up
A costly fee on my mind
And give me some me time
Where my thoughts are actually mine
They’ve got a special place to sleep in the back
And just when I think I’ve out-thought them
They come immediately back
And repeatedly prove once
Again it was me I made a fool of
As what I think I've fixed is shattered
And the clouds begin to gather
And very shortly thereafter
As I think this storm could be a cool one
Lightning bolts of pain
Followed closely by a thunder
That'll drown out the sound
Of everything but the rain
That it combines with at the ground
And culminates as a hurricane
That gets it's spin from their hoola-
Hoop in my medulla
And overload my frontal lobe
Creating a reaction within
My cranium that's a
Lot like splitting a uranium atom
Feels like my brain is gaining weight
And as the load upon my shoulders
Quickly, steadily grows
Until I think my head’ll explode
And try to think of an escape
Suddenly just as fast as
It came on it passes
Like an overfed fire
That just as quickly as it catches
Burns itself into ashes
It's either burning or it's cold
No middle ground
It's either up or it's low
I call it a calming panic
But have heard doctors call it manic
Sometimes it’s dark as any blackness
Sometimes blindingly it flashes
I’ve learned to just let it go
Don't dam the river, let it flow
And ride the wave until it crashes
Ride the line between careless
And just barely careful enough
To not get bit by a shark
Let all the thoughts -
The good, the bad, and the insane,
The glue as well as that which tears me apart
The worst of it won't see the day
'Cause I might think with my head
But I live with my heart.
Feb 6, 2016
Feb 6, 2016 at 7:59 AM UTC
By: David W. Clare
Having fun doing the hoola hoop
Grandma yells at us to quiet down
We act like clowns jump up and down run around shhhhh!
Soon lunch is ready we eat outside
Grandma cooks for us with her
Old fashioned pride...
Grandpa snores asleep, were not allowed to touch his new TV
Us kids get most every thing for free
Do behave or no more candy
As our uncle sips on his crystal glass of brandy
Our school teacher told us all to think
When we grow up were not allowed to drink...
We love grandma's basement...
(C) In perpetuity all right reserved
(P) FilmNoirWorks
Nov 12, 2016
Nov 12, 2016 at 1:54 PM UTC
She was honestly looking out the window / pretty as usual / but the sighs sounded familiar / bound and confused? / stranded in ruins? / wracked my brain trying to figure out who hurt you / with your iris pulsating out of your pupils / and your heart jumping around in hoola hoops / I just couldn't even say Hi after you let me get a glance of you / ..
I'm incoherently trying to get you / I'm sorry .. I meant indirectly ? / leave out the self projectory theories when your with me / if you get to actually genuinely take a step back and soak in the scenery / you'll realise maybe dating girls isn't as weird as your mom makes it out to be / so enough with the anxiety? ..
I guess trust me and stop fighting "we" ?
Jul 7, 2017
Jul 7, 2017 at 11:48 AM UTC