"hurray" poems
are we so unloved........in this the very day
that holds together all of creation?
wonderous sight!...eachother!
freely coming unto what we know to call
"the sacred door"
weeping and moaning in sheer lonliness
hating our abusing friends
who we then so gladly abuse
thankful for "justification"
we stomp our own poor face by face
we'd re-lynch negros if we could
get the rag heads YES WE CAN...HURRAY!
while the deadly oil spill
SIMPLY ERASED
IF NOT FROM THE WATERS .....THEN
FROM MEMORIES
we hate our lovers from the day we meet
and when he's gone
we want him back again!
so very unloved
but wait!
when a true friend appears
we just call him "nerd" or "geek"
lonley loveless
yet so safe
from the overwhelming reality
loving to be unloved
the power trip that never fades away
Aug 13, 2010
Aug 13, 2010 at 12:53 PM UTC
*all those in favour
of the weekend
say aye
AYE!
All those not in
favour of
the weekend
say nay
-
-
-
HURRAY!
The
AYES
have
it!*
May 6, 2016
May 6, 2016 at 5:48 AM UTC
When you no no want eat Lemmon
'cause it no no not taste sweet
You should not have sugar candy
It's not healthy as can be...Now!
There are new Thai Fruits discovered, in the Tropic Jungle heat!
All them lovely Thailand Fruits! Make you mouth say" Tutti Fruit, Ah!"
All exotic and delicious.. at first one is so suspicious... cause it taste so crazy wild
But, even good for baby child...
Big banana grow for monkey Yes, Thai Fruits tastes so fun funky!
Mango for Bangkok street dancing, All Thai Fruit best for romancing...
GrapeFruit great for big-big ape! Thai Fruit, in my my milk-shake!
Grow head hairy with Strawberry! Dandy Fruit lovely big Cherry!
Melon make wild man go yell... Thai Fruit put you in love spell
Guava flavor in coffee Java yes, Thai Tree found in Bahama!
Now, we eat up all da fruit, lovely-lovely Melon Fruit!
cuase it makes sweet-nectar juice! Cleanse your Healthy body loose!
There are new Thai Fruits we eat discover deep in Jungle heat!
We love spicy Thailand Fruit! Make you mouth feel Tutti Fruit!
"Yum Yum" sez baby child...
Get Fruity Now! Sweet & Sour! Hep Hep Hurray!
Thai Fruit, yum yum yum!
Don't need no *** *** ***
Feeling Fruity all over, sensation of all flavor...
a brand new taste I now savor .... Mmmmmmmm Deeelicious!
Thailand Fruit is now: what we all Favor !!!!
Thai Fruit Taste, the one we love...
All the many are so nice...
Like Mangosteen herb spice
We all want Thai Fruit now, is the flavor in our mouth...Sugar Chocolate Candy can go south... '
'cause dem no don't tastes as sweet...
Theres the new Thai Fruit we discover in the Jungle fill with heat!
It is the lovely Thai Thai Fruit! Make you go go Tutti Fruit!
It is exotic and delicious.. Now no one is suspicious... cause it taste so yummy wild
We feel like baby child... Yep, it make all go hog WILD!!!
(c) 2009 David Wayne Clare all rights reserved in perpetuity - Intellectual Property use by permission
Dec 1, 2014
Dec 1, 2014 at 3:00 AM UTC
Birthdays from childhood
Are full of celebrations, is understood.
It was not any different for me
Till the unusual plea!
For my 13th birhday
The first time I gave away!
Instead of getting gifts
I contributed to the orphans by giving gifts...
Now I look back to those days
On how happy were they in all ways
I have given tones of gifts
To my fellow companions
But nothing can equalize the happy faces
Of the orphans in their mazes.
Even today I relish
The small gifts I bestowed
To those unknown orphans,,,
Is what which makes my life today
With a brimming hurray!
The way they valued my gifts
No matter how small
They looked at me tall,
And gave the happiest call
Which I would never forget at all!
Those were the real happy days of mine
Which are valued as divine
And will never decline
But I do hope will combine
To give more hapiness: for I define:-
We make a living by what we get
And make a life by what we give!.
Jan 6, 2013
Jan 6, 2013 at 12:41 AM UTC
The Tall One, they taunt me
They leave me to die
Forced from my shelter
To rot here outside
Food? Less than scarce
Water can't be found
Can't even search
Hard grey dirt covers ground
The Tall One has left
Fear I won't see them again
My anguish is deep
I howl in pain
But what's this I see
Through strange clear wall?
Tall One with food and water
Coming down hall!
I never been so scared!
Hurray! I am saved!
Don't leave me again Tall One
Or I'll wind up in grave
Apr 9, 2015
Apr 9, 2015 at 12:49 AM UTC
In a palapa in Yalapa
Drinking mezcal moonshine
with a local named Rudolpho
He waves his hands in circles and squares
in candle shadows
Eyes turn inward to see
becoming a mind in the present
childlike wonder
big moon rising
pulling internal tides
stretching roots
grounded in the earth
Rudolpho knows how to laugh in colors
He knows how to dance Zorba style
arms held high to the diamonds in the sky
Nothing was achieved but everything was fixed
Zooming towards a universal experience
among the universal mind
Don't know where the night went
Rudolpho knows the ritual of the sun
Told me what I needed to know
singing
"Hurray another day"
while a parrot calls my name
and a scorpion slips into my shoe.
A palapa has no walls
I didn't either
all I was
was windows
Drinking mezcal moonshine
with a local named Rudolpho
he knows all about goodbyes.
Sep 5, 2016
Sep 5, 2016 at 9:20 PM UTC
so many loud yelps
barking voices
clacking at each other
believing that their ignorance
and unabashed rudeness
will get results
hurray for the strong shouldered
head held high
who ignore such brazen brashness
of the moronic
bravo to you
that can stop an imbecile
dead in his tracks
by a stone cold
even gazed
eye meet eye
stare
stopping the foolish without uttering a word.
Jan 5, 2015
Jan 5, 2015 at 6:31 PM UTC
-june 14 2014-
Falling, falling, falling
No destination
No thoughts of climbing
No plans of rescue
Just an origin and the
Tripping down an endless spiral
Twisting, ripping limbs
Soft arms frozen by murky darkness
Scalding hands melting away
Chewing at flesh
Lukewarm lips, never aflame
Forever longing to feel
Stiff bones, still tendons
A weak mind, flooded lungs
Tongue ablaze with unborn thoughts
Ringing ears with ghostly silence
Beating heart, limp pulses
Barely alive, just enough
Catching the feeling
Of leaving
Of slipping
Of falling
---ill be uploading all of my poems from poetfreak bc i don't want to lose them since the site is shutting down, so hurray for spam---
Oct 22, 2016
Oct 22, 2016 at 11:05 AM UTC
for the karens of the street.
The karens of the world,
you ruin out the people's peace.
Your hair is frizzled like a you got electrocuted,
your feet smell like vinegar and your *** hole smells like ****
but wait, not the one at the bottom, yet the one at the top right in front of your lips, that's right it's your mouth and all i ever see from it is the garbage that comes out.
So please kindly would you do,
shut your ******* trap,
everyone will be happier when you're out
with a clap!
Hurray, hurray,
the karens are out,
But wait, here they are coming back again,
to see what's in store for them once more.
Pitches and forks and all things that stork the time between
a karen and the normal people who just want to live free.
**** you, **** you
Aug 21, 2021
Aug 21, 2021 at 9:50 PM UTC
Hey babe,
Just lift up your shirt, show me your gown.
Do it with a smile, please never frown.
I don't care for your looks, I want your lust
Even if I'm the hard one to trust.
I want your *** I want your appeal,
but trust me darling your face isn't my feel.
I need your body, I need to caress,
So do please lift it up that beautiful chest.
In my eyes you're pretty, you're just so gorgeous
However who you are isn't in my focus.
I just want you, and I know you want me too.
But a relationship, baby? No can do.
You're mine, one and only,
But baby don't fret if you get lonely.
Just hit me up on that cell phone of yours
And I assure I'll make my way over to **** you of course.
I don't want your story, I don't want to know your day,
Just let into your pants so I can feel happy hurray!
Another big score into the books, and all it took was complimenting your looks.
Please don't cry baby, it wasn't all a game.
After all, you knew what this was..
Just a hookup, okay?
Feb 23, 2020
Feb 23, 2020 at 10:41 PM UTC
I hate and I love.
How much I hunger
For the days when I was younger,
for the days when I was really free,
for the days when I was a real me.
And what is happening now?
Has the world turned upside down?
I do not say any more “Wow!”
Nothing surprises me.
I can only realize
this horrible situation
with discomfort and even frustration.
Am I on another stage?
Is it connected with my age?
I don’t think so.
I can see today the youth
who can’t find the truth.
Isn’t it strange that
having two higher educations
I am on the edge of starvation?
Isn’t it strange that
having worked all my life
I have to think how to survive?
No one cares about my life,
no one worries if I should live or die.
I hate those unfair rules
which were proclaimed for the fools.
I love my motherland,
but the life here I can’t withstand.
I forgot the word “hurray”.
That was another day.
My future is unpredictable as weather.
I am like a feather
don’t know where to fly.
It seems all is a lie.
I don’t know where this time the wind will blow.
Where is my spirits flow?
I don’t know how to live,
I don’t know whom to believe.
The world has greatly changed.
For someone it’s not strange.
It’s only strange that I am still alive
but have to think how to survive.
Who will tell me what to do?
Should I be true with those who cheat,
with those who treat
me and others as a toy?
They are very much annoyed
to listen to the truth,
but they are not confused
to rob, to demand,
to occupy my motherland.
They even use God’s name
as a cover for their crimes.
They do not hear the church bells chimes,
they only hear their own voice,
leaving the majority with no choice.
My voice is crying in the wildness.
Forgetting about gladness
I have to know sadness,
to learn the rules of a new ***** game.
Isn’t it the biggest shame?
I have no more strength to fight
but only to wait for the light
at the end of that tunnel,
in other words: for my funeral.
Where is the way out?
I have no strength to shout.
It looks as there is only one: to pray,
to calm my soul for another stay.
©Larisa Rzhepishevska
December 2nd,2010
Jan 1, 2011
Jan 1, 2011 at 10:03 AM UTC
On weekdays,
privatised ******* trucks
disguise our secret fascinations
and shift the scraps
of our failed dinners
into piles of decomposing waste.
Welcome to the city,
there are buses on the hour.
Better grab a seat before
coffee stained tattoos
covered by sweaty rags
absorb up all the loneliness.
Where do they all go to?
Who eats all the bludgeoned bodies?
Oh, book the saturated dinner table tonight.
I feel like saturation.
In the weekends, somatic mutations
reveal themselves, for if I,
speak, like, I can speak,
then I am not speaking to anyone
save for the flowers. Oh, so
hurray, the garden blossoms again!
But I mean, in the end, I maintain I am
writhing like a centipede in a dryer,
tumbling between hot air, screaming
“Help me! Help me! Where
has the humanity gone?
I cannot even capitalise
first names! You must forgive
my lack of morals!”
“Hello”
“I am here!”
“Hello?”
“I am here!”
“Hello!”
“I am here!”
Jan 26, 2013
Jan 26, 2013 at 8:20 PM UTC
Detours be the best
Walk in silence of Everest
From a hill we look below
(Please don't go)
Cards we play
Your commentary, hurray!
I sit by, winning in a row
(Please don't go)
From friends to more
A smoke we score
So high, walk a road
(Please don't go)
Starry evening
Drawing cheesy dream
We sit together low
(Please don't go)
Write some more!
Random? sure!
Pages we tore
(Please don't go)
In a car, we ride
a little far, no fright
Tell funny stories yo
(Please don't go)
Surprise tight kiss
Rubbed my lower lips
Taking it slow
(Please don't go)
My heart beat you hear
Together we cheer
Let the liking flow
(Please don't go)
Random things be cool
Stay here my fool
So much to show
(Please don't go)
We pack our things
A new day to begin
Our reflection's glow
(Please don't go)
Wait a moment or two
Time flies for us few
My heart says no
You say "PLEASE DON'T GO."
Oct 29, 2014
Oct 29, 2014 at 4:56 PM UTC
"Its Time" to hear a story hang your tears to dry the"Me Time" no it's not bath time that's truly fine. Oh! I "All Mine" just breathe I remember how hard it is to share. Like kids smell the summer breeze so bubbly happily ever me. What about you please just join me The"Me Time." So lovely the nature hanging branches.
We must have "Me Time" for looking in your starry eyes* filled with romances.
(My time) + Fall 4- Fall (Your time) the eye's wink at glances the weather cozy lackadaisical time is moving with us sensational. Me time fighters political. All the crazies let the truth in your words be told. The smells from my Moms daisies so poetical.
Lets slow things up the time is called the "Me Time" perhaps the tea time everything you thought before its a matter of time.
Make it your time, not the words that are forced to rhyme. No one really knows what's ahead
You and Me time read a book in bed
The likewise me to see your smile like the sunrise goes through the world of now what was before the future holds your smiles forever to adore
"The Me Time"
Its time for
"Hello Poetry"
It's Me
Just shine
Oh! Me O- My
Miss Sunshine
Me and you
It's Open all the time
But that's the problem?
Who is really listening
Like free bird Robin
On your free time
What about mine
Like a Bad Omen
How it grabs you and me
It's on me__________*
Let me pay
Don't worry be happy
Me Time" just like
any day look
at the fine print
U-Won't?
And if you don't
What do you mean
you can't
Just pray* Me Time
" They say it's your
" Birthday"
Talk to me hurray
Count the money
"Trust Me"
You could count me in
"Me time" what tastes good
Robin Hood so rich
Another world poor
A person gets evil heads
out the door
"Me Time" Cheers to pour
Your time journey
I will catch you don't fall
A shooting star shot me
Whoa that's my wakeup call
He avoids me
my mind floods me
Carefree all me God Bless the
child
How it set me up
Me Time "Never give up"
On the edge "Robin Rebellious"
Do you hear me!! It's contagious
Young spring chickens
you hired old ones fired
I see a stranger would he
Help me I need my family
Me time my flight gravity
Not a Stand-up Comedy
Nobody cant stop me
Who lives above me
I never want to see what is below me
Keep in touch with me
Can you pay me in advance
Relax make your own time
My time travel to France
That's the Me Time
My poems are all I got
Thank you, (God) and (Mom and Dad)
The time went by Fly Robin Fly
Never underestimate what you have or why
Like the day I was born
Called the "Me Time"
Feb 4, 2019
Feb 4, 2019 at 10:08 AM UTC
Simon “Hurricane” Hudson prowls the snooker table
Like any good mixed metaphor would.
A modern day Pythagoras
He triangulates his shots.
Meanwhile his rival, lion-heart "Rocket" Richard,
Not to be confused with Lionel Richie,
Is on his mobile Googling
How to play the perfect “snooker”.
And the two Perfect Pauls
Discuss the latest football,
While “Whirlwind” Wendy sits in judgement,
Knitting the night away.
At long last Simon plays a stroke!!!
And rattles those unrelenting jaws
Of that elusive pocket yet again.
The game rolls on.
But where the hell is Simon?
The clock on the electricity is running down
But where is Simon?
Where is he?
He’s at the bar
Telling barman Nick how Rochdale
Will win The Cup one day.
Hurray, he’s back to play again.
Cascading planets collide into new orbits
As they did in the Primeval Solar System.
We play on,
Safely keeping those precious *****
Away from those black holes
They call the “pockets”.
We try to pick our shots
(At those pockets lol)
But all we keep potting
Is that white one.
Maybe we should switch to Billiards,
Or *** some plants instead.
Paul Butters
Aug 17, 2017
Aug 17, 2017 at 10:13 AM UTC
It’s going to snow tonight. It seems the brick shoulders of Elm Street will ooze, like watery eggnog, with a light snow tonight and we’re twitching with delight.
The vibes of it are too much and sure, it will just turn to slush, but you know how romance twists reality - snow seems laced with pageantry.
After two snowless winters the light dribbling, like a flirty look or a stolen kiss, will be exciting.
When I chose Yale, I was promised - ok threatened with - cruel winter weather.
I’m going to dance however I want, and if I commit to cruelty, I’ll accept it with all of its honest challenges. That cruel weather never materialized.
We returned to New Haven yesterday to be here - for the snow. Earlier, the wind was blowing in from the sea - but hurray! That’s changed.
Jan 6, 2024
Jan 6, 2024 at 5:57 PM UTC
There’s a group called “Madness”,
Play a thing called “Ska”.
Though their music’s jerky,
Suggsy is a star.
Started in the seventies,
Still are going strong.
Suggs is their lead singer,
They just can't go wrong.
Would you Adam and Eve it,
That they done so well.
If you do not like them,
You can go to Hell.
They had fifteen top tens,
In their fine career.
Cheer them on I tell you,
I’ll just have a beer.
This poem’s written in their style,
That you must have seen.
If you hadn’t noticed,
Just where have you been?
Saw them on the telly,
Just the other day.
Was a golden oldie,
Hip hip, hip, hurray!
Oh where is that policeman,
To make that cardiac arrest?
Oh I’d better not hurry,
Being peaceful is the best.
Paul Butters
Jul 31, 2016
Jul 31, 2016 at 10:04 AM UTC
If you ever go to Singapore
For a jaunt
Be sure to dine in China Town
Go to my favorite ever restaurant
Coconut chicken soup with cold whole coconut drink with a straw
Will make you lovely and healthy put you in the pink plus the prettiest Chinese girls I ever saw
Funny things Asian people eat like frogs and salamanders as I ran down the street
My Chinese girlfriend would hide in my hotel room angry I ate so much herbs
She was feminine soft down to her soul, she made me harder than a telephone pole
Chinese Medicine halls cured my all
I felt teenage again she became disturbed
She got so mad punched me in the face ouch!
Then I punched her in a way she liked on the couch...
Mmm, I love Asian girl... Such a pretty oriental face...
Singapore has got to be one of the funnest of any place...
Yeah, hurray for Piggy Porkies
D. Clare
Feb 7, 2015
Feb 7, 2015 at 6:24 PM UTC
Great Pan is Dead!
Flag at half-mast,
Great Pan is Dead!
He will not be the last,
The boorish wind will blow
And say ‘Pan It is time to go’
While the nymphs will lament the passing of friends.
Old Ulysses
Focussed as time,
He thought lotus-eating
Was a heinous crime.
Ploughed on with his quest,
He could cut it with the best.
But even he could not compare to Pan.
Oh Deadly Day!
The music has died,
Oh Deadly Day!
Arcadia lied.
Apollo will play,
And the Gods will shout ‘Hurray!’
And sing ‘Great Pan is Dead!’
October 2009
Jan 5, 2010
Jan 5, 2010 at 8:19 AM UTC
i walkin down da street
a man jump out da alleyway
and
stab dat der man inna chest wit a ice pick!
dat man den run away!
dat der man....fall down!
da crowd come der
"why dat man lyin down so?" dey ask
(no-one unnerstans!)
den dat man come back!
says...."it's cause a da ice pick in his chest
he lie dere!"
an he reached down an yank
dat ice pick outa da man's chest!
"hurray, hurray!"
da crowd cheer
but dat der man he no get up!!!
"ungrateful *******
so da crowd start kickin
dat der man!
whille dat other man walk away
to the cheers a da crowd!
now what i think is dis
dat it weren't JES da ice pick why he lie dere!!!!
i think da ice pick DONE somethin to dat dere man!!!
SAY, WHAT DA YOU THINK?
Jul 26, 2010
Jul 26, 2010 at 2:34 PM UTC
Letter start with A,B,C,
Numbers count 1,2,3,
Our friendship knocks on our way,
As I know your name,"annamarie",
It makes me feel hurray!
A part of me,
Saying were destined to be.
Why? Let us see.
Elementary life you were in Section C,
There I was on Section A,
Highschool life I belong to SSC,
Yet you were in ARBEC,
But still our friendship has no boundary,
As we walk to the mile,
We are the teachers of the 21st century.
I thank God for your existence,
You are my brilliant gems,
Finding you makes my life worthwhile,
My smile, your smile was destined to be yours.
Sep 6, 2017
Sep 6, 2017 at 6:09 PM UTC
The Evil Stepmother sent her away,
from Queen of the castle to Queen of the hay.
A servant of beauty to Master's dismay,
all because she thought she had to repay.
The Stepmother wanted her out of the way,
and the trust in the Huntsman he sure did betray.
Alone in the woods to the calls of blue jays,
she soon found a house and stood in the doorway.
The Dwarves soon arrived and did shock they convey,
but welcomed Snow White as she'd made a buffet.
Together a friendship as she had runaway,
until one day that wicked Witch led her astray.
Many times she came throwing the animals in a disarray,
then one day Snow was alone because the Dwarves were delay.
The Queen was excited until the next day,
when she tumbled down and died, but there was no time for hurray.
A prince came along to a bright sun's rays,
and soon enough the Prince was Snow's new fiance.
The dwarves were awarded and were asked to stay,
they did and made statues for the palace out of clay.
Yet the Queen's corpse under the stones it does lay,
the fungi growing around and the skin brown with decay.
Her legacy is black and the children do say,
"The Black Witch is dead, her Mirror in the lake; hurray!"
Aug 15, 2018
Aug 15, 2018 at 8:43 PM UTC
Welcome to the journey!
On this brilliant trip
We shall traverse absurdistan
To make our way to our final destination:
Mutual annihilation
Strap in or make yourself sparse
As we begin this farce
Traveling through Shitville
To get torn apart by the storm
Until maybe we can move on?
Next pit stop is Pointless Peak
Another amalgamation of lies
Beware of your feet
Turning and turning
Running in circles, around and around
Dizzy, we finally fall off the edge
Straight into Snake Valley
Where the snake
That set us on this road
Can sneak back into the fold
To wreak more havoc
We weren’t quite sold
But now we all are
And it’s no longer that far
It’s playtime
Time for some more mud slinging
Enough slander to keep the ears ringing
Nobody want to hear reason
No matter it was never a goal
To resolve conflict at all
Almost there
At the ninth circle of hell
Hurray!
We finally made it all the way
So we can stay to play
This game of insanity
Feeding our own vanity
Forgetting the promises we break
So much destruction
So much loss
Is this what we become?
Everyone for themselves
Frozen deeper as the resentment grows
Never thought these bonds were so fragile
They’d shatter under a grain of mistrust
Or maybe the greed just cut through
The last strings keeping us together
Jul 15, 2019
Jul 15, 2019 at 8:05 AM UTC