"norris" poems
The snowman to the scarecrow, “Hahahaha you’re just a stick figure…. and your hair’s straw.”
The scarecrow to the snowman, “Watch who you talk about whenever you open your mouth, for all the coldness in your words will still melt to the ground along with you as soon as the sun comes out.”
Owned!
“You’re such a chump…” the snowman said… “…two words for your ancestry, tree stump.” the snowman said
“You’re fat… you have a carrot for a nose, and what’s up with that stupid green and red coloured hat?” said the scarecrow
Well played
“I work all year round… you’re here for a season, did you really think you could hold your ground against someone that is here for a reason?” the scarecrow added
The snowman cringed, but then had a comeback
“At least I don’t wear the same filthy clothes every day of the year… what? Are you trying to bring ‘brown’ back?”
Point for Snowman
“It’s better than being fat and going naked.” Scarecrow brought it back
Scarecrow is consistently winning right? I know… I know man!
If he made you a fan, stick around for an autograph… I will throw in mine too
For more on the war of words between these two
Watch this space for round two.
Jan 18, 2013
Jan 18, 2013 at 4:36 AM UTC
I'm a soldier in the nightlight revolution
I'm fighting the nightmares that haunt your dreams
The monsters in your closet
And the Boogeyman under your bed
One outlet at a time
I'm a silent alarm that vibrates your covers
When older brothers come in after bed time
To cover your face in shaving cream
Dip your hands in popcorn bowls of warm water
Or just slap you in the face
Sometimes they're not that subtle
I know when there is a tooth under your bed
Or reindeer on your roof
I've got a motion detector to keep step fathers at bay
While your mother's asleep
I'm his grave digger and his crypt keeper
Taking his skeletons out of the closet
And laying them in the middle of the floor
That man won't call on you anymore
I'm a hug when all you need is a handshake
And a hold-you-all-night when all you need is a kiss on the cheek
I don't do half-ass
When things go bump in the night I bump back
Never fear to close both eyes when you sleep
Dream of fairy tales, Prince Charming
Dream of Maid Marions
Waiting for your touch
Don't fear the reaper he fears me
I am a soldier in the nightlight revolution
Armed with so much more than illumination
I crawl through the cracks in the closet door
Make their shadows cast pictures of rainbows on your wall
The Boogey Man runs from Chuck Norris
Chuck Norris runs from me
Please rest easy
Let the night take you for all it has to offer
Through star lit skies and rain filled clouds on magic carpets rides
Ocean floors and clown fish in little yellow submarines
Rain forests with koalas and parrots and panda bears
Son never fear for what the night brings near
The nightlight revolution is here
Throw your dream catcher away I will hand craft each one
Take the lavender out of the window sill
Don't leave the door cracked
You've got me
I'm here
We're all here
Soldiers of the nightlight revolution
And we will not sleep til you're awake
Feb 24, 2010
Feb 24, 2010 at 2:17 PM UTC
You’re like the sweetest heart
You’re like my miracle
You’re the only one I want
You’re like the World Series
You’re like the saints ,won
You’re like the eagles versus
You’re like frog legs in Paris
You’re like my always pads
You’re like every ticket I’ve ever had
You’re like my air bag I never want to use you
You’re like my little angel’s eyes
You are second hand smoke
You are on my way to my God
you are my music high way
And every Mexican blanket
You are a field of hay and a single strike of lightning
You are every unfinished piece
I know I’m saving for our children
I have seen them in make shifts so we can definitely make time for everyone
Keep me on your next list
You are all the self help books that I read for my own mend
You are prevention magazine
And you’re mom is all the wax I accidentally spill out of candles
I think you’re my insecure side that’s scared to love you in front of the neighbors
You’re all the days I showed up late to school for Chuck Norris jokes in detention
You’re all the lonely drives I take and really enjoy the scenery
You are Oreos and Sonic Ice
You are better than any view
You are every sing
le time someone
took me to the zoo
You are the pink palace
You are mismatched socks
You are solid rock
You are for twenty in the morning on the dot
You are every time that I cannot forget dingus
Or every time we drive I sing to you
Or when we got locked inside of the parking lot on signal mountain and the park ranger came to help us so soon
You are my best friend coming to see me when I got to college
You are the patience I gain when I
Stop wondering who the one is
Maybe you are every time I run away
You are all the times I cry so hard that it starts to rain
You are the doe that always comes near and is never afraid of what will happen next
You are the day you told me I was the girl you dreamed about
You are the day we sat in the back of my car
You are there for me when I have gone too far
You meet me further than any arrest or charger cord
And Graceland too
You’re my wonderful morning
You’re my answered prayers for sunshine
You’re every single word I type in black and white
Messy cars aren’t so bad too meme my love for this love is the only art form I choose
Loves eliminating my clouded culture
I’m ready for the day when eagles fly over
Thank you god for everything
Dec 22, 2018
Dec 22, 2018 at 3:48 AM UTC
If I had
Three
Wishes, I’d wish for
A unicorn
Nice skin
And you
If I could live on only
Three
Things, I’d survive on
Lemonade
Lasagne
And you
If I could only watch
Three
Things when I turn on the television, I would watch
That fireplace background
Futurama
And you, even if you are a runway model
If I was stuck forever on a desert island and could only bring
Three
Things, I’d bring
Food
Water
And you
If there was a zombie apocalypse and I had only
Three
People I could trust, I’d choose
A ninja
Chuck Norris
And you
If I could only cheat at
Three
Things in MAS*H, I’d change
To the mansion
To have less than ten kids
And to be with you
If I was in jail and I somehow got
Three
Phone calls instead on one, I’d call
My dad who would bail me out, maybe
Chuck Norris who would break me out when my dad refuses to pay the bail
And you, just to say hi because you’re broke and can’t pay the fee
If I had to choose
Three
Of my celebrity crushes, I’d pick
Johnny Depp, duh
B.D Wong, just for his voice in Mulan
And you
If I had
Three
Works of art in my room, I’d have
A stolen Picasso painting, shhh, look don’t tell
That painting where that guy gets knocked out by the apple
And you, chiselled into diamonds
If I somehow got amnesia and the doctors could only restore
Three
Of my memories, I’d want to remember
My name
That time when we killed those zombies with Chuck Norris and the ninja
And you
If I could only say
Three
Words, I’d say
Is
This
Creepy?
Sep 11, 2011
Sep 11, 2011 at 2:50 PM UTC
(In memory of Norris Hickey 1935-2014)
Love of family and fly-fishing: twin tributaries flowed
into your heart like a braided river.
Paradoxically, a sociable man who preferred to be alone
on some braided river,
basking in the peace of the wilderness,
hearing only birdsong and the gentle whirr of the fly line,
its nylon whipping to where you hoped the fish would rise.
Patience comes easily in peaceful surroundings,
unlike waiting for the blessing of grandchildren.
Eventually rewarded with five blessings.
You always said what a lucky man you were.
I’m glad your luck held because you would weep to see
your precious braided rivers drying up down here,
****** dry by the farmers’ greed for white gold
and the threatened tarāpunga (Black-billed gulls)
getting their nests crushed by callous four-wheel drives.
It would be enough to make your big, generous heart burst.
© Andrew M. Bell
May 15, 2022
May 15, 2022 at 12:41 AM UTC
Oh ferocious angels,
lionesque children of Eden
on narrow streets and polluted alleyways
whispering cruel things to each other,
you're radiant in your belligerence
and as my enemies you are virtuous.
Beside me in this carpeted rectangle room
a faint glow exhales
from the tall alpine ivory lamp illuminating
firefly wings of blossoms
alluringly exuberant in the afternoon sun-ray
diamond shine and shimmer.
Dusty tin roofs billow
firewood smoke in the thick violet shade fog over-top cabin potted
mountains and hills sprouting firs and rose bushes abounding.
Spectrum cast chandeliers echo staircases which
jot up and up arduous ruby landings,
hardwood floor cracked
and stacks of novels ballast the senescent hallways
of bookshops where poets works and journals diaries and memoirs blur
the serpentine walls with memories.
Angelic the soul which is too often contaminated with
avarice rebellious to concord living
harmonious midst dew grass and calm waters in residential lakes
empathy equanimity, far from Bodhisattva.
Few kinds of darkness transcendental
subduing other darkness to a weak shadow.
There's an importance to admiring the delirium of metropolitan roads on roads
this intricate unspoken connection to those who
rest by stoplights and crawling traffic metallic molten aura of
cars in July heat.
Paying attention to the open window of adjacent apartments
where Mr. Norris waters his tulips and shares this moment
modern meditations practiced
finding a balance in such an anxious
volatile world like this.
Oh ferocious angels, impetuous
forlorn seraphs,
sing! sing and soar!
Boundless is our ardor
and our passion.
Unenclosed is the lion
in it's bloom.
Apr 1, 2015
Apr 1, 2015 at 3:09 AM UTC
Wild Honey Badger:
The Punk Rocker of the wild.
Fight for your right to party.
Wild Honey Badger:
The Chuck Norris of the wild.
Fear itself fears you.
Wild Honey Badger:
Comedically psychopathic,
Like Frank in Blue Velvet.
Respect the Honey Badgers
and they will, most likely,
Still not respect you.
Dec 12, 2018
Dec 12, 2018 at 6:18 PM UTC
Tales of the Texas Rangers:
The Legend of Tom Brady’s Shirt
Texas is rich with tales of old
Heroes, villains, San Saba’s gold
Once Aztecs ruled our shores and bays
And Tejas roamed the forest ways
Here in this sunburnt arid land
Comanches bold made their last stand
Karankawas, Apaches too -
All sorts of tales, and mostly true
Nueva Espana, then Mexico
Rebellion and the Alamo
But the strangest tale, we now assert
Is the mystery of Tom Brady’s shirt
Missing it is, after the game
Who is the thief? Who is to blame?
Dan Patrick, the lieutenant-guv
He swore by all the stars above
And most of all by that one Star
That’s flown in every saloon and bar
He’d catch that creep, and make him hurt
Whoever pinched Tom Brady’s shirt
So in this time of ******* danger
He called upon each Texas Ranger
His voice was low, but cold as steel:
“Y’all brang that mangy cur to heel;
Load your weapons, and saddle up!”
Each Ranger answered with a “Yup.”
All Rangers, now, be on alert:
Somebody rustled Tom Brady’s shirt
Every Texan expects your best
(Tom Brady is our honored guest)
He can’t go home in just his jeans
So find his jersey, by any means
Remember - not a blouse or skirt;
You’re looking for the poor man’s shirt
That’s why you Rangers are paid so much -
Search every ****** and hovel and hutch
Somewhere under the Texas skies
An outlaw hides, and probably cries
He shamed his state and he shamed his mama
And the only end to all this drama
Will come upon him like wind and dust
And a voice will command (with great disgust)
“Stand and deliver, you ugly varmint!
Hold up your hands, and drop that garment!”
“Oh, Texas Ranger, tell me true:
How did you find me? I feel so blue!”
And the Ranger will sing softly:
“The shirt of a stranger is upon you…”1
y colorín, colorado y este cuento se ha acabado, y’all
1Apologies to Chuck Norris
Feb 8, 2017
Feb 8, 2017 at 9:01 PM UTC
Only LOVE can save Earth and all living creations upon it.
But to LOVE, one must first be loved. That is why it is imperative that the embryo must be loved. Then the infant, then the toddler, then the child, then the teenager, and so on.
If you have never been loved, or not enough, you will have problems, serious problems. But it is never too late to be loved.
I was not loved by my mom and dad. They had a terribly miserable marriage for 36 years. Neither was emotionally capable of loving me.
But our maid, Maggie Woods, bless her heart, loved me. Did I care that her skin was black? If you have a garden that is drying up, do you care if it rains?
Maggie loved me. She fixed me two poached eggs, grits (she grew up in southern Texas), and two slices of toasted wholewheat bread buttered every morning for years. She washed my clothes. If I needed a spanking, she spanked me. If I needed a hug, she hugged me. I could feel Maggie's LOVE.
My biological mother never entered my bedroom when I was in it. Maggie did.
I remember one incident in particular. I was a kid. I was sick in bed. I distinctly remember Maggie coming into my room with something to eat and a Squirt to drink. I had never drunk a Squirt before, but apparently Maggie loved it. (Maggie and Floyd, her husband, lived in our house in an apartment on the third floor.) The Squirt unconsciously symbolized her LOVE for me.
In my early 30s, I entered psychotherapy with Dr. Patricia Norris at the famous Menninger Foundation. We used what I was to refer to as "unguided" imagery. (Most refer to this modality as guided imaginary,) I worked with Pat, as I came to call her, a long time.
In short, the way it worked was that as we sat in our chairs, we both closed our eyes and waited for something to come into my mind, which I then would share with Pat. The long story was that Pat became my surrogate mother. We experienced many loving moments in our "unguided" imagery. The LOVE I felt from Pat, though through imagery, was real. I was finally and fully loved, and that made me who I am today.
Hate is not the opposite of love. It is the absence of love. Those who suffer from the paucity of LOVE unconsciously try to compensate for its dearth through becoming wealthy, then mega wealthy; by garnering fame; or by accruing power. None works.
But LOVE works. The more of it you share, the more you have to share.
Earth suffers so greatly from the lack of LOVE that it is dying. But even if one human being feels love, that love can spread like wildfire.
Let's hope the wildfire of LOVE spreads over Earth entirely and soon.
It is utterly plausible that it can happen.
TOD HOWARD HAWKS
Jan 27, 2021
Jan 27, 2021 at 3:01 PM UTC
Eve and Steve
love drinking sherry
getting merry so dose Mary
really scary, she has eyes for all the guys.
Jane told Wayne that Jim´s a pain
and then ran off with his mate Shane.
Gary is the one for Carrie,
the one she really wants to marry
and Doris who´s a florist really fancies Boris
whose older brother Norris
drives a nineteen sixties Morris.
Now, Pat who lives in her own flat
has eyes for Jim because he´s slim
she really has a thing for him,
and her friend Sandie´s sister Mandy
is going out with a bloke called Randy,
whose friend is Wayne....Sandie´s latest flame.
Scary Mary longs for John who´s cousin
Peter is dating Rita, she´s Steve´s youngest
sister, his older sister Pam is going to marry Sam
whose brother Terry loves drinking sherry............
May 14, 2016
May 14, 2016 at 5:52 PM UTC
Conversation has become
A chain of phrases, one by one.
Motions are rehearsed in song
Like YouTube Comments, in the wrong.
Trolls are lawling in their crypt
Of rocky couches. They’re the hip
Of fame for ten plus five, or
Replies so long you must ‘See More…’
People say:
‘Century twenty plus one—
Where things are thought and said and done
In Memes—We have epic skill.’
Say this, we always will.
Few have seen ROFLcopters
Fly between before and afters.
From ones who make no livin,
Not a single **** was given
About Chuck Norris being
A bible-thumper (or being
A terrible actor). Nah.
The Interwebs is home for all.
People might say:
‘Century twenty plus one—
Where things were dreamt and wished and done
In words—They had all the skill.’
Say this, we hope they will.
The fad of freedom is gone.
Forums closed. No statuses on
Facebook. Nothing has been kept
In life after the Internet.
How did this happen to US?
Z-Day and the Day Zero fuss
Released Mayan, canny ********
Our demise was writ, bit by bit.
People will say:
‘Century twenty plus one—
Where things were lame but lots of fun
For free—Then they passed the bill.’
Say this, we know they will.
The avunculicide of Sam
Reveals the brighter side of spam.
Jun 23, 2012
Jun 23, 2012 at 3:35 PM UTC
A letter to my dear,
Sons and daughters
In a foreign language
Not known in my time,
But with hope in yours.
Where they may have fixed the
Imbalance of life.
I wish not to depress you,
But repress your mind
As my first impression is to point
A finger to time
The one whom answers
Questions in installments.
For this man once put me on stage
And my agenda was to impress
Twice to the infinite I could count
But I couldn’t find that one in my life.
Where are you?
Thus the nature I was born in,
Is to interest the world
And not bore it with normality
Not knowing that peace comes in many ways
For this foreign language
Seems to be a new era
Of blank pages that could be
Filled with one word
GREATNESS.
For yesterday I did things of shame
That are great for a story
That would become fame
Just the perfect ice breaker in my time.
Tip for if you ever find\have TIMEtoTRAVEL
Thus my vote belonged to extinction,
Since…
Justice is a commodity
Of the rich
As poverty is beautiful
Beautiful without the eye’s of the lens.
Though I don’t have doesn’t mean
Am not/I can’t
As My sight is set to the sky
Chasing a flower in the clouds as
I am still on the ground investing an idea.
Thus the gap of the market to success
Is the economics of humanities fate
As the scarcity of fear rises
Demand and supply seem to be losing
In a relation of ships
At bay lacking goods.
On this graphic coordinates
Just may you understand
Humanity has no time to
Find you in the dark
For smoke signals will be put out
Neither translate your existence
If it’s not the curiosity that killed the cat.
Like “Chuck Norris whom speaks French in Russian”.
For they live on a constant
Quote status of
“I am available, but busy
At school watching a movie,
While at work
With a battery about to die
So I can’t talk, Whats App only
In a meeting at the gym
Sleeping on urgent calls only.”
As I myself live knowing
I speak a FOREIGN LANGUAGE ……
What is your translation of my existence???
For it seems your mistaken and troubled.
For generations to come.
Yours sincerely;
Poet Kiri
N. HANNY L.
PS: Life has gone digital
Thus its STATUS RATED ®.
Yours truly;
Is to be the ONE.
©Hansmind, 2016
Jan 17, 2016
Jan 17, 2016 at 3:07 PM UTC
There when I needed you
I'd give anything to be with you
I'm crazy about you
even though you're so far away with you my black heart stays
years and distance separate us
we grew stronger without insane lust
but a love so strong it could bench press time
Pull off Chuck Norris's beard and crush a grapevine
can I help it if you're amazing
intervention is what I need
I'm addicted to you, like a kid with a stick or a dragon that's grazing on sheep
you're so unique even though you say
that you're ordinary or everyday
well I disagree you mean a lot to me
And I think you were brought here on angels wings
Dec 17, 2014
Dec 17, 2014 at 12:53 AM UTC
Standing on the corner
Future in my case
Waiting to hear the bumping
Of your fresh chevy bass
Yes your a modern woman
I'm an ancient man
And i still can't figure out why
You ever took my hand
I've died a million lifetimes
Filled the seas of blue
Regretting all the ***** things
I had done to you
I recall an angel crying
Aside the sunlit lake
The heartache in your eyes
Could make Chuck Norris break
Time has passed and steadied
We went our own ways
But without you I have no meaning
In my sorry days
We had days with frozen smiles
I wish that was still true
I'll spend the rest of my life trying
To make it up to you
The beats are growing louder
My life is pulling in
I take a deep breath and walk on up
"Hello there again."
Mar 12, 2017
Mar 12, 2017 at 3:09 AM UTC
Oops! There I go
Chasing that **** white rabbit
Wouldn't you know it
I tripped and fell down his hole
Arms flailing trying to grasp a hold
Passing by roots and sediment
Seeing places of before
Finally landing in a land unknown
*feels like Alice in wonderland...
changed to
Alice in Wonderful.....
The bright flashing lights
Tall skyscrapers touched
the tips of clouds
As automobiles whirred past.
No this was no wonderland
This was wonderful
As I drew breath
On a contaminated scent.*
Things have been flipped
What was up now down
What once was sweet
Turned sour on the tongue
I cannot trust a thing
Here my eyes are truly deceived
Right is wrong
Wrong is right
To trust my own heart
That I don't know
This wonderful land
Beats to a different type of band
*Left has become right
Every turn taken
Is another chance
To become lost.
My heart sings a tune
calming my soul
this wonderful land
cleanses my mind.
I guess I've been
here long enough
To feel a different
Kind of love.*
Pulled from the darkest recesses of my mind
My demons silenced
Here in this wonderful
Upside down world
Apr 20, 2016
Apr 20, 2016 at 6:31 PM UTC
Every journal I own is filled with invisible ink, waiting.
Waiting like Chuck Norris, for the action of writing!
The words are all there, written with care,
no shadows or mirrors, neither does Chuck
Norris need shadows OR mirrors.
He and the inked pages, are invisible , to the naked
eye, waiting for action. The action of putting a pen
to those words is like Chuck Norris springing across
the room or words spilling across the blank page!
Inevitable and exciting, but first a disclaimer,
so if you continue to read, as the author or poet,
I, cannot guarantee that your senses will not be
assaulted, though your imagination will be tested.
In the end who will be left standing, who will be bested
Chuck Norris or you?
Jan 30, 2013
Jan 30, 2013 at 12:25 AM UTC
Ya Know It REALLY IS... !!!
England’s STILL A ***** !!!
Linton’s Words of Scripture...
Were Those of Honest Pictures... !!!
That Showed What It Is...
To... Try To Live...
Inna’ English Lands...
When You Are BLACK... !!!
Well Unlike Him...
I Was Born And Raised...
In A Place That CLAIMS...
To Be The... “ GREAT UK “...
Well Britain Or England...
But Now The Ships Sinking...
Because Heads DIDN'T Listen... !?!
To... Linton’s CLEAR Vision...
Cos’ It’s STILL A ***** !!!
A Country FULL of Tricks...
And Working Practises...
That Makes The Masses SLAVE...
To Earn Themselves A Wage...
So That They Can Get A Break...
From Working For Low Pay...
While MP’s Pave The Way...
For... CORRUPTION of The State... !!!
So These Words Here Are TRUE... !!!
... England’s STILL A ***** !!!
If You’re NOT IN... “ Their Crew “... !!!
Bureaucrats Who Sit and Plan...
How To Tax and Scam...
The... Average Man... !!!!
And Let’s Not Forget...
About... Immigrants... !!!
Like Linton Said In His Poem...
They Use You... ABUSE You...
Spit You Out And Then ***** You... !!!
From Legal Tricks...
To... Political Stings...
That’s Right Like BREXIT... !?!?!
Now Ain’t THAT A ***** !!!
Political NONSENSE...
Causing Folks PROBLEMS... !!!
Because of These Wrongun’s...
From BRONSONS' To JOHNSONS'... !!!
NOT Linton But BORIS... !!!
A Chuck With NO Norris... !!!
Whose Talk Can Be HORRID... !!!
So YES It’s A ***** !!!!!
I’ve Just Revamped The Script... !!!
From Windrush' To Brexit'...
We STILL DON'T..... Fit In...
When You THINK And Have Skin...
That’s DARK And Marks Cards...
of The... Whitest Of Hearts... !!!!
UNLESS You Will FOLD...
And Do As You’re Told...
Like Those Good Slaves of Old... !!!!!
From Being Called Lazy...
We’re Still Seen As Shady...
Because of Things Lately...
Like Street Crime That’s CRAZY... !?!
Well I Guess I’m That Baby...
Whose Now Become Brainy...
Who Sees That The Word...
...... “ STATELY'S “...
Connected To Hades... !!!!
Which Is Where ******* LIVE... !!!!!
So Trust When I Say This...
Linton... Made The Trip...
And Explained The Sitch' Quick...
Through His Truthful Lyrics...
That Inspired This Script...
That’s An OLD... NEW LIK' ...
That I’ve... Changed Up A Bit... !!!
Which Reflects On The Fact...
That.....
... “ Ingland’s Still A ***** ! “...
Sep 30, 2021
Sep 30, 2021 at 6:33 PM UTC
Norris turned around
and looked back
Biggs was beside him.
Hey Coles
I could beat you
in a fight couldn't I?
Benedict nodded
guess so
he said.
O'Brien was beside him
at the back of class.
Norris asked
other boys
who likewise
acquiesced.
You could take him
O'Brien said
in Benedict's ear.
I know that
and you know that
but he doesn't
Benedict said
it's Biggs who's
the problem
he follows Norris
around like
a big bulldog.
Norris turned around
to the front of class.
There was chatter
amongst the boys
as the teacher hadn't
showed yet.
One whack
in Biggs's fat guts
and he'll go down
O'Brien said.
You reckon?
Benedict said
looking at Biggs's
wide back
and large head.
Sure he'd go down
O'Brien said.
If Norris tries it on
I'll thump his nose
Benedict said
and see what
Biggs's does.
The door opened
and Lee
the science teacher
entered the room
the boys stood up
the chatter stopped.
You could
as the saying goes
hear a pin drop.
Mar 29, 2017
Mar 29, 2017 at 3:23 AM UTC
her voice
soft as silk
the light strum of a guitar
or the sound of a pastel sunrise
peeking past the horizon
-polina norris
Jan 31, 2019
Jan 31, 2019 at 6:51 PM UTC
her heart
overflowing with kindness
so much she was basically choking on it
trying to mend the world
by giving some of her humanity away
to those who lacked any
to those suffocated by their cruelty
until she had no more kindness to give
she too was drowning in hostility
-polina norris
Feb 4, 2019
Feb 4, 2019 at 9:46 PM UTC