A Lonely Cloud.....[nature Observation; Humor]

I saw a lonely cloud one day.
It looked small beyond the Bay.
I tried to find a second and failed,
even though I looked each way.

Think of it! A single cloud.
Its loneliness spoke to me aloud.
I wonder how it felt up there.
Was it very proud?

A Later Oct.2021 Showcase..... [ Sharing Others' Poems From P-H]

Introductory Poem:

It's October 29th and I'll stay up late to share with you
several P-H poems I've enjoyed, not just one or two.
Ok, so what if ONE of them is from my own hand?
You don't HAVE TO read it; I think I'll understand.


It's the least I can do these days on a site, nearly 'gone to pot',

C'Mon Baby Light My Fire

Jeffrey Boyle was a real fireman.
I wish to it clear to you that you would understand;
Jeffrey was a fireman when he off duty being a fireman.
Jeffery, a 25 year-old veteran of Chicago's Fire Department, was an arsonist.
A fireman who starts fires, now that's twist.
Jeffrey was sentenced to six years in prison for starting eight fires.
His pension from the Fire Department had been revoked,
His retirement he planned was not acquired.
Boyle argued that because he set the fires while he was off duty from his job as a firefighter,

Mother, Mother, You Are The Wonder

Mother, mother,
You are the wonder.
Mother, mother,
You are there
To take care
Animals, birds,
Plants, insects,
And all creatures.
Mother, mother,
You are the wonder,

Merry Christmas

Merry Christmas
Shoppers, and
Poor women and poor men
With wallets
And without.

Merry Christmas
Whoever is in his or her little cell,
Little box,
In jail for a day

What Would Have Been Mine!

I am remembering holding this book I am holding now,
reading this poetry book I am reading now, and remembering
how I would read this poet in college. Occasionally, maybe rarely.

Maybe only because it was recommended to me by a 'friend', a fellow
student, even a room mate- one of the better ones, who I have no dire
problems with in remembering what he was like as a person, for the most part

And everything starts to fall apart and fall together once I enter memory as a
function of poetry. Nothing I have to be exact about. Nothing I can think of as

They Are Great Firefighters........

The firefighter's stories hold many sad memories
The lives that they save is immeasurable in value
They work round the clock to save the nation
And they do their best to protect us from tragedies
When we see them going home from fighting fire
they look exhaust and the smoke overwhelms them
They are wonderful human beings
who save lives from tragedy
And their strength of spirits lead them to do or die
They are always dedicated to their job and do their best

As A Firefighter Is My Mother

As a firefighter is my mother,
She might climb my ladder,
To fight my fire by water.

Her life is burning in my upbringing,
How many gifts I should have given.

Her joy strengthens my body to stand,
For kissing her forehead, feet, and hand.

Skunk From No Where [a Comic Collaboration By Ellias Anderson (Iran) And Bri Edwards (U.S.A) , Poemhunter Members; Somewhat Long; Silly]

Skunk From No Where

Part 1 (by E.A.)

Matt came home after a 72 hours camp, he was tired, He throw his bag a way, ding...Dang...Dong, ...it felt on the bed

Matt said: mom, what do we have for lunch?
His mom answered: if you won't wash your socks, you will take a punch!

Comedy Poems_ Part 1_ Skunk From No Where

Matt came home after a 72 hours camp, he was tired,
He throw his bag a way, ding…dang…Dong, …it felt on the bed

He said: mom, what do we have for lunch?
His mom answered: if you won't wash your socks, you will take a punch!

Then her mom picked the phone up,
Dialing a store: can you please bring masks for us? We live on 11 block, on the top

The salesperson asked: oh, I have brought some for your neighbors,


I went to work.
Just another day.
I didn't know it would be my last.
Remember me.
I boarded a plane
To visit my family in California.
I didn't know that I would never see them again.
Remember me.
I was a firefighter,
Ready to save lives at the sound of an alarm.

Love Song Minus All Myths

don’t ask me what’s it all about
no platonic ideals about love
and birth of love in myths and fables;
or discourses about marriages made in Heaven
but all I want to say is
I’m in love with you;
and yes, it’s the sort of love
(as in the common love, the usual love
the one everyone has except ascetics and saints and liars)
so it’s the sort of love


Roses are red
Violets are blue,
even though i'm not a firefighter yet,
I still love them more than stew!

A Firefighter In A Straight Jacket

I been looing all around
trying to loose my brain,
been looking for all sorts of love
to just say im crazyin love
but I wanted to surpass insane,
certain ones that had equal value or more
I let them over power me in the game,
it came around and hurt me in the end
I shouldnt of acted like that
and now i feel ashamed.

An American Hero

Robert Portella is a cherished hero
Everyone certainly agrees
He is a New York firefighter
And takes his job very seriously

When the 911 tragedy took place
In New York City, USA
This man did what he could
There is so much about him to say

The Stay At Home Mom

The firefighter was my husband and he was of the best.
He was great, he was loved and I was truly blessed.
I was a stay at home mom who took care of our infants.
Who got great gifts and felt so loved every day and more for birthdays and christmas.

On a gloomy day as I walked through my house I received a phone call and fell quiet as a mouse.
My heart sank to my chest and dropped my phone to the floor and shed tears of despair.
for my Husband named Tom has died and I did not know if I could bare.

Poem On Twenty Third Of April, Kids Day In Turkey " 23 Nisan Çocuk Bayram" Poem

Poem on Twenty third of April Kids day in Turkey

Though there is a huge sunset everywhere
Our stars grow each day shiner than ever
Their lights shall bring the greatest as unites
Books their lighthouse to follow by teachers
Thus to look back never, hearts of love to fill
To have a brighter earth all kids should smile
Having a bale star would effect the next ones
All to hand in hand as the energy be as one's

Accomadating That Killer

And the most ostentatiously excruciating thing is
watching and feeling the social justice executive director
give sex, love, affection, parental trust and social accommodation
to the gang style kill thrill murderer! And the false accuser of rape.
She's been warned and she does not care. She trusts the killer with
her children. It stomps them through a hundred and ten degree heat
in the summer down the boulevard. She gives the gang style thrill killer
who is now a cop/detective and a firefighter- proactively recruited by


Nothing changes your personality like identifying the killer in a news clip and then watching
while it becomes an officer and a firefighter vis a vis its transgender status. Nothing.
Nothing changes you like turning an exact whereabouts profiling of Osama Bin Laden into the FBIwithin six months of 9-11 and knowing the FBI has done NOTHING about it, while it takes them another nine years to get him while you were one hundred and ten billion percent certain it was him. It could have been a typical arrest. Not a trillion dollar war.Nothing.


I hope to see you sometime soon
Try not to miss me too much
I hope you still wish upon the moon
Times are so tough without your touch

I will send you roses in december
A gardenful of sweet smelling firefighter
I'll have them deliver to your bedchamber
Hopefully they will blossom in water