Love Poems About Hoorah or Hoorah Love Poems
by Nancy Jones |
Categories: football, health, jesus,

Big life questions


What does "I love you" mean?

Why is "does" spelled that way?

Who makes the rules and by what authority?

Where is where?

and the most pernicious (in my experience)

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dancy dancy dance dance yippee hoorah hooray

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How come????

Seriously.

by David Smith |
Categories: analogy, angel, appreciation, art, celebration, community, love,

When My time Comes

When my time comes,
I hope I can look down on those having fun
And telling jokes at my expense,
Like the ones I was too afraid to tell,
When attending someone else's last hoorah.

Able to hear the stories about me,
Never before told in public,
And be surprised by those who I never knew cared,
When I was alive. 
 
But most of all, 
I hope I will have done enough,
For the laughter to echo down the years,
To help those left behind to carry on and on, 
And when their time finally comes,
To request those without a joke,
At their expense,
To respectfully stay away.
 

by Malcolm Dyer |
Categories: imagination, inspirational, introspection,

Crash

permanence is fleeting til the morrow
perpetrating and dredging up sorrow
circumstance proposes to all that follow
the kaleidascope of my mind entertains fans
to all those who want to peek into the show
i say come on in bring the whole clan
but be warned the only light is from my glow
the stadium is dirty from the last hoorah
the waves of love shown me affect my karma
crashing down my senses to your level