"Poetry & Rhymes" by William Hancock

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“Super Dud!”

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Super duper,
Is his name,
What a trooper,
All the same.

Super hero,
Flying high,
Striking zero,
Every time.

Wonder dude,
Some might say,
High on ludes,
Every day.

No more worries,
He don‘t care,
Never hurries,
Eyes a glare.

No story here,
Or life to tell,
Drinking beer,
And drugs to sell.

Friends all gone,
A family lost,
A switch left on,
What a cost.

It’s all a blur,
An empty hole,
Nothing’s sure,
Except your blow.

Remember this,
You super dud,
The life you missed,
. .. … …. ….. With a Thud!

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William Hancock © All Rights Reserved

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♥ “Her” ♥

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I saw her lying there,
So beautiful and bright,
Like the sun on a cool day,
Or the moon at night.

She’s a garden of colors,
Makes my heart fall away.
I Love Her, I do,
Oh, so much every day.

I can’t even think,
When she’s close and near.
I’m a child, a pup,
She melts away my fear.

I love the way she walks,
The way she makes me feel,
The sound of her heart,
She’s all that is real.

The sparkle in her eyes,
The twist of her smile,
The world fades away,
It’s all so worth while.

There’s where I want to be.
Where nothing else matters,
Not the mountains, the ocean,
Nor of any of life’s chatter.

Just,.. .
. .. … “Her” ❤

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William Hancock © All Rights Reserved

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“Ho-ho-ho!”

Ho-ho-ho!

Jingle Bells,
Santa smells,
Laughing all the way.

What a joy,
To annoy,
Santa, he does say.

Ho-ho-ho,
He stubbed his toe,
Now you gotta pay.

No more toys,
For girls and boys,
Not on Christmas day.

Eating candy,
Drinking brandy,
Watching kids not play.

He don’t care,
With crazy hair,
Riding in his sleigh.

Come sing with me,
Beneath the tree,
Watching it decay.

Santa’s day,
We all can say,
Laughing all the way!

“Ha-ha, Ha-ha-ha!”

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A Christmas Poem by
William Hancock © All Rights Reserved

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😉 Just a little Christmas humor ) 😉

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“Times Past”

Times Past

It’s colder now
Since winter’s come,
And the loss
Of our summer sun.

Nothing ever lasts.. .

The joy we had,
And all the fun,
Now all gone,
The season’s done.

A time that has past.. .

Wasn’t it great
To play and run,
Those blissful days,
And then some.

It all went by so fast.. .

I wish them back
In total sum,
To never again
Be hum drum.

Life would be a blast.. .

Now looking back,
I raise my thumb,
A wonderful time,
As I sip my rum.

There’s nothing that I lacked.. .

The memories I have
Of chewing gum,
The loves I had
Are forever won.

A time I’ll never give back.. .

Wasn’t life grand.. .?

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William Hancock © All Rights Reserved

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“The Beast”

The Beast III

In our world today,
Freedom is not cheap.
Our children are sent away,
Fighting wars for the elite.

Such corruption everywhere,
As government grows stronger.
And the larger they become,
Little people are no longer.

The starving and hungry,
Always praying for something.
As the wealthy get wealthier,
They watch and do nothing.

The elections are meaningless,
It’s not we who’ve decided.
The people are deceived,
Blind to truth and divided.

A company of freeloaders,
What a horrible nasty breed.
Pretending to be somebody,
Full of misery and greed.

Liars and thieves,
Is all they truly are.
Empty shells of nothingness,
With a heart that pumps tar.

They play us for fools,
While striking their deals.
For those, they work for,
Who truly turn our wheels.

The Beast, it hungers,
For all that is you,
Till there’s nothing left,
And we truly are through.

No, freedom isn’t cheap,
It’s something we’re allowed.
So they can pick us clean,
And completely disemboweled.

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William Hancock © All Rights Reserved

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“You Creature, You!”

You Creature, You

Liars and Stealers,
Back Biters and Cheaters,
Where do they all come from?

Such horrible creatures,
With such terrible features,
They must think we’re all so dumb!

They tell you this,
And they tell you that,
But their mouth must be on a run!

Because it’s all lies,
Looking you in the eyes,
Thinking you believe every crumb!

Do you believe what you say,
Jacking your jaws that way,
You must think this is in fun?

My ears do so hurt,
From all that you blurt,
They’re as red hot as the sun!

Go away you little bug,
For you, there’s no hug,
Go spill your guts in the tub!

What lips you do have,
With words, they do stab,
I hear nothing but lying crud!

So stop bending my ear,
Or even come near,
For me, you are so very done!

Promises you can’t keep,
Your word is so cheap,
How lonely it must be as one.. .

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William Hancock © All Rights Reserved

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*Written for someone by request.. . 😉