"Poetry & Rhymes" by William Hancock

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“Through The Curtain”

Through The Curtain

As he sat in his cold dark room,

Scratching his ear as he thought,

He peers through the curtain, towards the moon,

Remembering a life he had sought.

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He thinks of a time, and gets a grin,

Remembering his children as they played,

His wife,.. . as she kissed his chin,

Oh, those were such beautiful days.

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Why has God forsaken me so?

He asked of himself, in knots.

All are gone, and I am old,

And death comes for me not?

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Lingering, in his memories,

He looks towards a photograph,

Of an orchard full of apple trees,

A group of family as they laughed.

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His dreams are of a happier time,

When the sun had shined on his face,

Of friends and family, and drinking wine,

And kids running all over the place.

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Now he’s old, and all alone,

Everyone he loved has gone,

He waits for the day, he goes home,

To be again, with everyone.

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William Hancock © All Rights Reserved

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“Monster In My Closet !”

"Monster In My Closet !"

There’s a monster in my closet,
And he’s scary.
I think he wants my wallet,
Cause he’s staring.

I creep across the floor,
To get up near em’,
So I can shut the door,
And stop his glaring.

He’s really kind a big,
And big time hairy.
He could snap me like a twig,
While he is sneering.

The door is coming loose,
From all his tearing.
He’s got a real big tooth,
And silver earring.

I’m rolled up in a ball,
And really screaming.
My wife turns on the light,
and,.. .
“Babe!?.. . I was dreaming!”

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“Ellen”

Ellen

Nobody ever liked her,
She was different, even strange.
Always singing songs,
Sometimes dancing in the rain.

Round and around,
Like a butterfly in the wind,
Laughing, and giggling,
Not a care of where, or when.

Some days running barefoot,
Through the flowers in the grass,
Waiving her palms,
Through the daisies as she passed.

Blueberries and apricots,
You could smell em’ in the air.
Pollen and honey,
Was the smell of her hair.

She’s still out there you know,
Dancing and running,
Still laughing, and giggling,
Like everything’s so funny.

Some days you can see her,
As she peers from behind a tree,
That sparkle in her eyes,
As she watches you and me.

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“Thunder Thighs!”

Thunder Thighs

In the distance,
There echoes a sound,
Of thundering thighs,
As feet hit the ground.

Leaping tall men,
In a single bound,
Faster and faster,
As she looks around

People all running,
All trying to hide,
Hoping not found,
For how hard they tried.

She’s big and mean,
And she’s had a bad day,
If she catches you,
She’ll squash you like clay.

Doors are all gone,
The windows all broke,
As she hunts the town,
For all the town folk.

Throwing bananas,
Potatoes and peas,
Hoping that this,
Is all she did need.

Suddenly a pound,
A horrible crash,
Slipping and sliding,
On all of that trash.

Amongst the people,
A whispering sound,
“What could this be,
Have we saved the town?”

In the corner,
Over by the store,
Those thundering thighs,
We’ll hear them no more.

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“A Pea On The Floor”

Pea On The Floor

Hearing a noise,
More like a pound,
The eeriness,
Of such a sound.

I open the door,
And what do I see?
There’s a Leprechaun,
Staring up at me.

“What do you want,”
I ask of him?
He looks and stares,
With a big ol’ grin.

Running right past,
Between my legs,
Into the kitchen,
To steal my eggs.

Up and down,
In and around,
All over the place,
As he goes to town.

He’s got my eggs,
My chicken and roast,
And even my milk,
Including my toast.

Zooming past,
And out my door,
All he left,
Was A Pea On The Floor.

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“It Felt So Right”

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As I watched from a loft,
On this Moonlit night;
Her skin was so soft,
Her skirt ah’ so tight.

What a beautiful sound,
As her feet touched the ground,
As she danced all the night.

She knew I was there,
As I wished she were mine.
The most beautiful hair,
And her breast were so fine.

As she moved round and round,
She was Heavenly found,
Ah, The most beautiful sight.

As I watched from the loft,
She turned with a stare;
Here skirt she slid off,
Her skin became bare.

Oh God what a sight,
With those eyes so bright,
I could smell her in the air.

As she danced on and on,
With each breath I could hear.
Though not heard was sweet song,
For this one to come near.

Oh, It Felt So Right,
As I watched her in the light,
I wanted her here.

The sun began to rise,
And she turned to walk away.
The light between her thighs,
Shined through in just a way.

She looked with those eyes,
No regrets, no goodbyes,.. .
“Do you plan to stay?”

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“Grandmother’s House”

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Over the mountains,
And through the woods,
From Grandmother’s House, I flee.

Her legs are hairy,
And she’s big and mean,
And she means to do harm to me.

Running so fast,
I tripped and fell,
And I think I broke my knee.

If she catches me,
I’m doomed for sure,
Because I’ll never be free.

Cookies and cream,
She’ll feed to me,
She’s more evil than evil be.

I just need to rest,
And take a moment,
I think I’ll count to three.

I’m hiding here,
Between the trees,
And praying she don’t see.

If she catches me,
She’ll love me all over,
And I won’t be able to breathe.

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