Terry Hoffman
Terry Hoffman Poems
Harambe, he enjoyed his life,
had nothing much to do.
He sat around and ate all day
in the Cincinnati Zoo.
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Give me a glass of real milk;
never mind that stuff called 'silk'.
I need the kind, tried and true;
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I am just a person
with the worst luck of all.
Now I'm going to take the time
and do some recall.
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Father Winter is departing;
Princess Spring is coming forth.
She's arriving from the south,
while he is going north.
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The cats' whiskers are amazing;
they do so many things.
A twitch or an extension
to our face a smile brings.
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What is more a symbol of
the spirit of the west,
than a herd of wild mustangs
standing upon a crest?
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As soft as a length of silk,
caressed with a gentle hand.
Warm as a baby's breath
and the sun-drenched sand.
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I am who I want to be,
now that I have found
a special place within my head,
so I can be profound.
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Harley was my greatest friend;
he thought he was a cat.
A ninety pound Great Dane just can't
be described like that.
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What high jinks can I find today?
Hey, I'll go up and play
with Mommy's stockings
and her under things.
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I was just a little girl,
my grandma I would watch
getting out the canner
for putting up a batch.
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Happiest flower in the garden
is the pansy, without doubt.
As it unfolds its petals,
it at times looks inside out.
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Waffles are a heav'nly treat;
fresh and brown
right from the griddle,
a wafting scent,
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There was once a winter day,
when all the schools closed down.
I did not have work that day;
no need to go to town.
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When Lucie came to live with me
she wouldn't let me pet.
Now she pleads and rubs and begs;
I'm glad she did forget.
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Clinophilia is my passion;
I just can't get enough.
Clean fresh sheets dried on the line
are like a jolt of snuff.
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To feel the sea spray in my hair,
the breeze upon my face.
It's a feeling you can't share;
It is the perfect place.
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Brown is the color of the fall,
in all its multiple shades.
From brown to rust, gold to tan,
its influence pervades.
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In this winter of my life,
I recall my summer times.
When I was so young and gay
and life seemed filled with rhymes.
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The Best Poem Of Terry Hoffman
Harambe
Harambe, he enjoyed his life,
had nothing much to do.
He sat around and ate all day
in the Cincinnati Zoo.
Born in Texas in ninety-nine,
to Ohio then he went.
He only lived there sixteen months,
before his life was spent.
He was a massive silver back,
largest gorillas known.
He led and supervised his troop
like a king upon a throne.
Was destined to become a dad
when he had grown some more.
Mara and Chewie were his girls;
both of them he did adore.
One day there was a little boy,
who tried to get quite near.
He fell into Harambe's cage
and the folks began to fear.
He tried to save the boy that day.
Confused with all the din,
perhaps he was somewhat too rough
and thought that the boy was kin.
That little boy was standing there
when they shot Harambe dead.
He knew not what was happening,
he was not feeling dread.
The moral of this sad, sad tale
is don't get in a cage,
neither man nor 'savage' beast,
you'll both feel mankind's rage.
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