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"shari" poems
Starting from the newest, these are my first fifty followers on Hello Poetry. 1. Hailey L May 5 2. Elizabeth Squires May 4 3. Tim Knight May 3 4. Morgan Hanchulak May 3 5. Vi Snicket May 2 6. Jessica Applegate Apr 30 7. Himanshu Koshe Apr 30 8. Mike Winegar Apr 29 9. Joey Lapiana Apr 29 10. Christopher Munro Apr 29 11. Raffi Kaftajian Apr 26 12. Shari Forman Apr 25 13. Jessica Who Apr 24 14. RedWritingHood Apr 22 15. Adreishka Moonlight Apr 21 16. Rocky G Apr 19 17. Sarina Apr 18 18. John Moffatt Apr 17 19. Izisfat Apr 9 20. Leila Apr 8 21. Marian Apr 5 22. Star Toucher64 Mar 30 23. Michelle Mar 26 24. Kristo Frost Mar 25 25. Ra Mar 20 26. Jacqueline Melissa Woolums Mar 15 27. ennyo Mar 11 28. Ellen Menzies Mar 9 29. Jodi Casavant Mar 8 30. Jillyan Adams Feb 20 31. Hailey Scomet Feb 2 32. Pete Taken Alive Jan 17 33. Md HUDA Jan 6 34. Joshua Ohmer Jan 1 35. Quinn Puwang Dec 30, 2012 36. Rissa Ann Dec 10, 2012 37. Hilda Dec 9, 2012 38. Rena Julleitta Dec 7, 2012 39. Emily Rose Williams Dec 7, 2012 40. Abdosh A Dec 5, 2012 41. Naveena Vijayan Dec 4, 2012 42. Kristian Alexander George Dec 1, 2012 43. Oliver Delgaram-Nejad Dec 1, 2012 44. Chessnie Lea Nov 27, 2012 45. Ugochukwu-Charles Onyewuchi Nov 25, 2012 46. Timothy Nov 24, 2012 47. Who Am I Nov 24, 2012 48. Matthew P Hill Nov 23, 2012 49. Tomas Nov 21, 2012 I gained inspirations for my poems from all my followers, those who I follow and especially my lovely little one who brought me here to Hello Poetry first, to a safe haven of like-minded people with a poetic niche each. Thank you all. First of all I thank you Eliot York for creating this wonderful poetry blog. (-: And how can I ever thank you enough for introducing me to this wonderful website, just like Krishna guides Arjun in grand Mahabharata epic. You are my Krishna and I am your Arjun. :-) (-: You share the place with Eliot York and the family of Timothy sir for inspiring my poems & helping me define my poetic style. As you are a kid for me, your heart is a crystal to me from where I can see the world more clearly in a different way. :-)
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May 6, 2013
May 6, 2013 at 7:02 AM UTC
My First Fifty Followers On Hello Poetry
Starting from the newest, these are my first fifty followers on Hello Poetry. 1. Hailey L May 5 2. Elizabeth Squires May 4 3. Tim Knight May 3 4. Morgan Hanchulak May 3 5. Vi Snicket May 2 6. Jessica Applegate Apr 30 7. Himanshu Koshe Apr 30 8. Mike Winegar Apr 29 9. Joey Lapiana Apr 29 10. Christopher Munro Apr 29 11. Raffi Kaftajian Apr 26 12. Shari Forman Apr 25 13. Jessica Who Apr 24 14. RedWritingHood Apr 22 15. Adreishka Moonlight Apr 21 16. Rocky G Apr 19 17. Sarina Apr 18 18. John Moffatt Apr 17 19. Izisfat Apr 9 20. Leila Apr 8 21. Marian Apr 5 22. Star Toucher64 Mar 30 23. Michelle Mar 26 24. Kristo Frost Mar 25 25. Ra Mar 20 26. Jacqueline Melissa Woolums Mar 15 27. ennyo Mar 11 28. Ellen Menzies Mar 9 29. Jodi Casavant Mar 8 30. Jillyan Adams Feb 20 31. Hailey Scomet Feb 2 32. Pete Taken Alive Jan 17 33. Md HUDA Jan 6 34. Joshua Ohmer Jan 1 35. Quinn Puwang Dec 30, 2012 36. Rissa Ann Dec 10, 2012 37. Hilda Dec 9, 2012 38. Rena Julleitta Dec 7, 2012 39. Emily Rose Williams Dec 7, 2012 40. Abdosh A Dec 5, 2012 41. Naveena Vijayan Dec 4, 2012 42. Kristian Alexander George Dec 1, 2012 43. Oliver Delgaram-Nejad Dec 1, 2012 44. Chessnie Lea Nov 27, 2012 45. Ugochukwu-Charles Onyewuchi Nov 25, 2012 46. Timothy Nov 24, 2012 47. Who Am I Nov 24, 2012 48. Matthew P Hill Nov 23, 2012 49. Tomas Nov 21, 2012 I gained inspirations for my poems from all my followers, those who I follow and especially my lovely little one who brought me here to Hello Poetry first, to a safe haven of like-minded people with a poetic niche each. Thank you all. First of all I thank you Eliot York for creating this wonderful poetry blog. (-: And how can I ever thank you enough for introducing me to this wonderful website, just like Krishna guides Arjun in grand Mahabharata epic. You are my Krishna and I am your Arjun. :-) (-: You share the place with Eliot York and the family of Timothy sir for inspiring my poems & helping me define my poetic style. As you are a kid for me, your heart is a crystal to me from where I can see the world more clearly in a different way. :-)
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I remember as if it were yesterday, You were helping me with math problems once again, We would sit there for hours, Sketching various triangles with one simple pen. I can never forget, The college-level words you asked me to spell, We both were in complete fascination and suspense, As far as I can tell. I recall you teaching me a bit of yiddish as well, "Yachna and fashlepta chlank," I annuciated so well, This was no prank. I remmeber beating you in shuffle board, But It still might have been a tie, Because you played exceptionally well, As good and sweet as pie. I will always remember, Our long walks in Greak Neck, Papa and Shari bonding, While watching the beautiful scenery from the deck. I remember you took me to the beach in Greak Neck, Where we surprised Bubbie with a large horseshoe crab, Bubbie was frozen will fear, And almost took a cab. The late night outdoor concerts, You used to take me to, I became really fond of the music, And the massive amount of ***** in you. Now I know this next line is going to seem quite strange, But I remember blowing the garage door open with all my might, Thinking that is how it's supposed to open, And proud of myself for shining bright. One of the best of times, Was when you took me to the golfing range, I swung the club multiple times missing the ball, Calling myself deranged. The days when we all went to ihop, And to piccolos for lunch, Everything was delectable, Thanks a bunch! We've been to the movies many times, Where we'd sometimes surprisingly cry, Bubbie would say, "Oh, my God look at Papa," But your reasons for crying were beautifully justified. Just the thought of me coming to visit you, Makes me form such a luminous smile, Because there is no other Papa like you, A Papa so outgoing, loving, and all the worth while.
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Apr 23, 2013
Apr 23, 2013 at 8:54 PM UTC
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I remember as if it were yesterday, You were helping me with math problems once again, We would sit there for hours, Sketching various triangles with one simple pen. I can never forget, The college-level words you asked me to spell, We both were in complete fascination and suspense, As far as I can tell. I recall you teaching me a bit of yiddish as well, "Yachna and fashlepta chlank," I annuciated so well, This was no prank. I remmeber beating you in shuffle board, But It still might have been a tie, Because you played exceptionally well, As good and sweet as pie. I will always remember, Our long walks in Greak Neck, Papa and Shari bonding, While watching the beautiful scenery from the deck. I remember you took me to the beach in Greak Neck, Where we surprised Bubbie with a large horseshoe crab, Bubbie was frozen will fear, And almost took a cab. The late night outdoor concerts, You used to take me to, I became really fond of the music, And the massive amount of ***** in you. Now I know this next line is going to seem quite strange, But I remember blowing the garage door open with all my might, Thinking that is how it's supposed to open, And proud of myself for shining bright. One of the best of times, Was when you took me to the golfing range, I swung the club multiple times missing the ball, Calling myself deranged. The days when we all went to ihop, And to piccolos for lunch, Everything was delectable, Thanks a bunch! We've been to the movies many times, Where we'd sometimes surprisingly cry, Bubbie would say, "Oh, my God look at Papa," But your reasons for crying were beautifully justified. Just the thought of me coming to visit you, Makes me form such a luminous smile, Because there is no other Papa like you, A Papa so outgoing, loving, and all the worth while.
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Dads first girl after mom Was a painter named Charlotte Shari for short, like her blonde hair That's how she wore it She had a tattoo of a dragon, And liked pink orchids And her mom had bonzai trees Around the garden She let me cut out pictures of bears And glue them to cardboard, daisies in my hair Daddy and Shari broke up when I was 9 Doesn't last long for a druggie and his dime I still hear her slippers On the stairs, up and down Charlotte The Painter is a doctor now
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Sep 19, 2013
Sep 19, 2013 at 12:22 AM UTC
Shari
I count seven rosebuds of pink and purple hue on the plant I bought for Mother's Day two years ago The sun is shining after a morning of rain we make plans for dinner. but the house so full just last month is empty now, and silent except for the snip of scissors as Shari cuts the cloth for a new creation, and the scritch of my pen on paper as I write this. The robin out front sings mourning for it's young one fallen from the nest, as ours have done perhaps I need a puppy not to replace, but for company now that Samoa my old cookie is no longer there, right here, where I can reach out my left hand to feel her presence, for my comfort Ahh! There it is just that right spot where the itch lives waiting for my scratch.
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May 10, 2011
May 10, 2011 at 10:59 AM UTC
Mother's Day 2011
(Skit includes Laurie, Howard, Shari and Matthew). Laurie wakes up extra early to prepare a gourmet breakfast buffet with Shari and Matthew. As they all arrive to meet each other in the darkness, Laurie trips and falls over Matthew. In an instant, she comes tumbling down on Matthew. Shari ran to turn on the kitchen lights. LAURIE: Where’s my glasses? I can’t see! SHARI: Found them mom. Shari goes to hand mom her reading glasses. MATTHEW: Well, she’s broken her glasses and broken my back… Time to start the party. SHARI: I’ll get the recipe book. MATTHEW: I’ll get the icepack. LAURIE: Matt, I’m fine; there’s no need to worry. MATTHEW: Oh, thank God you’re okay! I am so glad; yup… So now there’s ice for only one, right? Shari laughed from the dining room. SHARI: Here’s the book. So we can make a simple egg omelet, which may not be the best idea, or pancakes with a side a various fruits. Ooh, that one sounds good, with a side of coffee. LAURIE: How about eggs and bacon. SHARI: Umm, that’s a tasteful thought, but dad’s trying to stay off the fatty foods for a while. LAURIE: Oh, c’mon; it’s Father’s Day. He does so much for us. SHARI: Alright. One cheese omelet with a side of bacon coming up. MATTHEW: Ha-ha. Girl, you should be a chef. LAURIE: A breakfast in bed idea sounds great. Let’s try it. MATTHEW: Just don’t drop the food. SHARI: She won’t Matt. MATTHEW: Just making sure. Five minutes later, as we all got the ingredients out, we began cooking the eggs. Once they were brown and crispy, we took the first egg out and began cooking a couple more. Shari started on the bacon. Once it was oily and cooked, Matt began making the coffee. LAURIE: All finished. Good work guys. Lets bring it up to Howard. SHARI: I’m so excited! MATTHEW: Thrilled here too! Laurie, Shari and Matt tiptoed upstairs, being in total darkness again. This wasn’t the brightest idea for them though. They walk into the bedroom still in the dark. Shari quickly turned on the light. LAURIE, SHARI AND MATTHEW: Happy Father’s Day dad! Howard awoke abruptly from a nightmare and accidentally knocked the plate that Laurie was carrying, out of her hands. The plate hit her in the nose and she fell backwards, falling on Shari and Matthew again. HOWARD: Holy crapola… You scared the living daylights out of me at… Howard looks at the clock HOWARD: Seven o’clock in the morning! SHARI: But we have, or had a breakfast in bed for you. HOWARD: I appreciate this, but there’s cheese on my carpet now! LAURIE; mop! [End of play]
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Feb 18, 2013
Feb 18, 2013 at 1:59 PM UTC
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(Skit includes Laurie, Howard, Shari and Matthew). Laurie wakes up extra early to prepare a gourmet breakfast buffet with Shari and Matthew. As they all arrive to meet each other in the darkness, Laurie trips and falls over Matthew. In an instant, she comes tumbling down on Matthew. Shari ran to turn on the kitchen lights. LAURIE: Where’s my glasses? I can’t see! SHARI: Found them mom. Shari goes to hand mom her reading glasses. MATTHEW: Well, she’s broken her glasses and broken my back… Time to start the party. SHARI: I’ll get the recipe book. MATTHEW: I’ll get the icepack. LAURIE: Matt, I’m fine; there’s no need to worry. MATTHEW: Oh, thank God you’re okay! I am so glad; yup… So now there’s ice for only one, right? Shari laughed from the dining room. SHARI: Here’s the book. So we can make a simple egg omelet, which may not be the best idea, or pancakes with a side a various fruits. Ooh, that one sounds good, with a side of coffee. LAURIE: How about eggs and bacon. SHARI: Umm, that’s a tasteful thought, but dad’s trying to stay off the fatty foods for a while. LAURIE: Oh, c’mon; it’s Father’s Day. He does so much for us. SHARI: Alright. One cheese omelet with a side of bacon coming up. MATTHEW: Ha-ha. Girl, you should be a chef. LAURIE: A breakfast in bed idea sounds great. Let’s try it. MATTHEW: Just don’t drop the food. SHARI: She won’t Matt. MATTHEW: Just making sure. Five minutes later, as we all got the ingredients out, we began cooking the eggs. Once they were brown and crispy, we took the first egg out and began cooking a couple more. Shari started on the bacon. Once it was oily and cooked, Matt began making the coffee. LAURIE: All finished. Good work guys. Lets bring it up to Howard. SHARI: I’m so excited! MATTHEW: Thrilled here too! Laurie, Shari and Matt tiptoed upstairs, being in total darkness again. This wasn’t the brightest idea for them though. They walk into the bedroom still in the dark. Shari quickly turned on the light. LAURIE, SHARI AND MATTHEW: Happy Father’s Day dad! Howard awoke abruptly from a nightmare and accidentally knocked the plate that Laurie was carrying, out of her hands. The plate hit her in the nose and she fell backwards, falling on Shari and Matthew again. HOWARD: Holy crapola… You scared the living daylights out of me at… Howard looks at the clock HOWARD: Seven o’clock in the morning! SHARI: But we have, or had a breakfast in bed for you. HOWARD: I appreciate this, but there’s cheese on my carpet now! LAURIE; mop! [End of play]
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its only 6:47am but i've been up since 2 something i was thinking about who i am i guess im doing well. i went to sleep at like midnight after late-night overeating at a Shari's on a thursday. two hours was it, try as i might. i was feeling a little sick of myself, honestly. kind of sick of yourself where you just think, "in the end, what's there in store for me?" and come up with few answers. it was so weird, waking up to complete darkness, motionless for hours in pitch night, before the day starts. alright, this wasn't anything new, but regardless, it still made me think. i don't quite know where i'm headed, yes, im waiting for the sun, but what then? can i just go back to bed? it feels like i just spent it all on a daydream, doing nothing, but waiting, waiting, waiting, to fall asleep, just to dream in the dark instead. if i dont think, or move for a bit, i can feel myself drifting, but it feels kind of comforting, despite deep craters beneath by my eyes, twitching, i know i'll go back to sleep sometime.
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Feb 1, 2019
Feb 1, 2019 at 10:07 AM UTC
being up early
solely reduced to communicate via my choice online mode (ease of use preference via Facebook Messenger), candidate said Modus Operandi aye find tubby great even though this papa doth hate to say "good bye..." after lingering delay followed by "I love you" swallowing tears irate as bittersweet poignant end ding our irregular chat as if (analogously)...aye ab duck kate (albeit temporarily), the joyous role of fatherhood especially denoting young womanhood of late said offspring, I helped beget (with ma mate) i.e. wife (which marriage experienced rough patches) nine or so months ceased to ovulate just a tad more'n nineteen Earth Orbitz ago as reckoned via dull lix gray matter encapsulated within thine barnacle encrusted pate her virtual presence encountered earlier today - March 24th, 2018 doth highly rate as supremely blessed, through swallowed sadness sans tete a tete only after clicking end conversation does this dada (with genuine muffled sobs) ululate agonizing with reality empty nest syndrome asper averred second daughter aye helped yes sire re:) to beget whose tender loving care) under voluntary auspices sans strong willed kid sister (Shari) decision immediate decision needed tubby made (concurrence with birth mother - Abby) already couple years zipped, her homecoming (who knows when), dud dada Matthew Scott Harris must keep away fixating on requisite adulthood), argh...now...must needs wait!
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Mar 25, 2018
Mar 25, 2018 at 12:02 AM UTC
shana aubrey harris, sans dunning