|Best Poems About / On HERO
A Hero Is The Hardest Nut!
''A Hero is the Hardest Nut''
a squirrel said to me,
''A Hero's shell is armour plated Kevlar Technology''
''I broke my teeth on Hero's,
I ripped out all my claws,
I dropped them from the highest heights
to get within their draws! ''
''I had no clue of knowing,
cos I only have a tail,
the way into a Hero,
is nothing like a snail.''
You cannot prize them from their shells,
with forks and garlic butter,
and don't rely on squirrels tricks
- you'll end up just a nutter.
No armour piercing bullet,
can ever crack his shell,
and no demon force upon this earth
can make him go to Hell.
The secrets in the Hero's name,
Eros is a clue!
And Cupids arrow finds a way
within the shell for you.
No words will ever sway them,
No sexy tricks can't do,
the only thing that Hero's need
is Love, from me to you.
Love removes the hardest shells,
nut crackers are a waste,
Love can do in half the time
that words try to in haste.
So, when you feel your Hero
is lost, and turns away,
just send out loving thoughts and see
the shell just fall away!
This miracle is real to all,
who Love without condition,
the only reason Hero's Love.....
so that Love........is a Tuition!
''Learn to Love a hEros!
So a hEros can teach you Love''
Yogi Sally Ann Slight
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As the wind blows and leaves rustle.
Fire spits through the air.
Smoke and ash fly everywhere.
The young and old cower in fear.
Young and handsome bursts out of the clouds.
Big and strong with a mighty sword.
Shield in one hand to fight off the flames.
Ashes fly everywhere but the hero shows no fear.
Triumphant roars ring through the skies.
Screams come from all directions.
I'll save you all the hero claims.
Flames shoot towards the sky.
The hero rises to the challenge.
A failed attempt at stabbing the heart.
Followed by many many more.
This hero will never give up.
He will not rest till mirth fills the atmosphere.
Jab, jab and jab again.
He must try with all his might.
One last stab, will the fire breather go down?
The hero hopes and prays for success.
The ground shakes.
Oh no a possible earthquake.
The hero celebrates with joy.
The monster is dead and now has no head.
The young hero mounts the head with pride.
All fear is gone but no hope is lost.
The hero may rest at last.
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I wish I could be somebody
I wish I could be somebodys hero, someone who
People could admire. I wish I could be somebody
I never ask for much, I always am polite
But sometimes I dont think people listen
When I speak or notice when I smile.
I wish I could be somebodys hero even for
An hour or so, just to feel as if I had done
Something that was worth it all.
I always wanted to be strong, flex my muscles and
See the weakling run. I always wanted to
Be somebody who could always get the
Girl. I wish I could be somebodys
Hero, someone who would save the world
I dont want to fly like Superman or drive a
Fast car like Batman, I just want to do
Something that is worth it all.
I dont want to be a hero suffering pain. I just
Want to be a hero without gain. I want
To be somebody who is looked upon as
More than a friend, more than a hero.
I wish I was a hero someone who gets
The girl, feel those arms around my neck
And soft lips brushing mine. I just
Want to be something that is worth it all.
I wish I could be somebody who knows what
Life is all about. I want to scream I want to shout
I want to be someone who the world talks
About. I just wish that I could be
Somebody, anybody but me. I wish I was a hero
To the girl in my dreams, I wish she could
Be the reason for my being somebody
Who does something that is worth it all.
©Steve Gregory/Celtic Fish 2000
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Garden of Heros
I walk amongst a garden.
A garden of heroes
Young and old.
My life is full of riches.
My Heroes are Gold.
My Great Grandfather fought in World War 2,
He had no injury
But still came home to us.
And Great Grandfather gave me Grandpa.
Uncle Rick fought in Viet Nam,
The loudest battle there ever was.
Dad was in Desert Storm, Iraq.
Korea called our family,
To sent a hero too.
They heard about the garden
Of heroes that we grew.
The rows are bearing labels.
Of heroes planted there
I water my garden heavily
With tears of hope and prayer.
I know you have a garden,
Of heroes like mine.
Whose names we cant remember,
Of heroes that pick
When it comes time to harvest,
Will be taken from our gardens
Because we grow the best
Of the heroes
Of air, Land, and Sea.
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