Your Poetry Dot Com

Welcome to Your Poetry Dot Com - Read, Rate, Comment on, or Submit Poetry. Browse Poetry Forums, or just enjoy other parts of our poetic community.
One of the largest databases of poetry on the net, now over 198,500+ poems!

Poems On Site: 198,500+ Comments On Poems: 427,000+ Forum Posts: 105,000+

Custom Search


Welcome !	Home · FAQ · Topics · Web Links · Your Account · Submit Poetry · Top 30 · OldSite Link	29-May 22:04:20 AEST

Menu

· Our eBay Store

· Error Submit

Poetry

· Submit Poetry

· Least Read Poems

· Members Listing

· Old Site Post 2001

· Old Site Pre 2001

· Poetry Archive

· Public Domain Poetry

Stories

· Stories (NEW ! )

· Submit Story

· Story Topics

· Stories Archive

· Story Search

Community

· Our Poetry Forums

· Our Arcade
100's of Games !

Site Help

· FAQ

· Feedback

Members Areas

· Your Account

· Members Journals

· Premium Sign-Up

Premium Section

· Special Section

· Premium Poems

· Premium Submit

· Premium Search

· Premium Archive

· Premium Topics

Fun & Games

· Jokes

· Bubble Puzzle

· Cross Word Easy

· Word Hunt

Reference

· Dictionary (Rhyming)

· Site Updates

· Special Content

Search

Top

Help This Site

· Donations

Others

· Moderators

Our Other Sites

· Embroidery Design Store
· Your Jokes
· Special Urls
· JM Embroideries
· Public Domain Poetry and Stories
· Diamond Dotz
· Cooking Info and Recipes
· Quoof - Australian Story

Social

Array ( [sid] => 24104 [catid] => 1 [aid] => Mick [title] => The Street [time] => 2003-09-30 01:25:00 [hometext] => [bodytext] =>
“Don’t you ever cross the street.”
My momma used to say.
“For over there, across the street,
Is where the bad man stays.”
The trees were thick, the boughs hung low,
I knew she must be right!
For many days after that
My life was filled with fright!
The street was so narrow.
What if he crossed over here?
Oh my God! Is what I thought,
That would sure make him near!
Mustering all the courage I could,
To my closet I ran.
My childhood days were gone away,
It was time to be a man!
A tin star was pinned to my chest.
Next I loaded my guns.
Next came the rubber knife.
That man wasn’t gonna have fun.
Spreading my chest, I crossed that road ,
With a swagger to my walk,
My momma said that he was bad,
But could he talk the talk?
The trees loomed nearer and nearer,
Their shadows black as night.
I double checked the “loads” in my guns,
To keep away the fright.
My feet stepped into the grass,
That must have reached to my waist.
Suddenly, you know, the man appeared!
Towards the house I raced!
Since, I’ve never crossed that street,
That man certainly looked bad.
But there’s always been that nagging thought,
He sure looked like my dad!
Hamp Nichols

[comments] => 5 [counter] => 269 [topic] => 23 [informant] => hamp [notes] => [ihome] => 0 [alanguage] => english [acomm] => 0 [haspoll] => 0 [pollID] => 0 [score] => 0 [ratings] => 0 [editpoem] => 1 [associated] => [topicname] => FamilyPoems )

The Street

Contributed by hamp on Tuesday, 30th September 2003 @ 01:25:00 AM in AEST
Topic: FamilyPoems

“Don’t you ever cross the street.”
My momma used to say.
“For over there, across the street,
Is where the bad man stays.”
The trees were thick, the boughs hung low,
I knew she must be right!
For many days after that
My life was filled with fright!
The street was so narrow.
What if he crossed over here?
Oh my God! Is what I thought,
That would sure make him near!
Mustering all the courage I could,
To my closet I ran.
My childhood days were gone away,
It was time to be a man!
A tin star was pinned to my chest.
Next I loaded my guns.
Next came the rubber knife.
That man wasn’t gonna have fun.
Spreading my chest, I crossed that road ,
With a swagger to my walk,
My momma said that he was bad,
But could he talk the talk?
The trees loomed nearer and nearer,
Their shadows black as night.
I double checked the “loads” in my guns,
To keep away the fright.
My feet stepped into the grass,
That must have reached to my waist.
Suddenly, you know, the man appeared!
Towards the house I raced!
Since, I’ve never crossed that street,
That man certainly looked bad.
But there’s always been that nagging thought,
He sure looked like my dad!
Hamp Nichols

Copyright Â© hamp ... [ 2003-09-30 01:25:00]
(Date/Time posted on site)

Advertisments:

Previous Posted Poem | | Next Posted Poem

Sorry, comments are no longer allowed for anonymous, please register for a free membership to access this feature and more

All comments are owned by the poster. Your Poetry Dot Com is not responsible for the content of any comment.
That said, if you find an offensive comment, please contact via the FeedBack Form with details, including poem title etc.

Re: The Street (User Rating: 1 )
by LovingWhispers on Tuesday, 30th September 2003 @ 04:00:43 AM AEST
(User Info | Send a Message)

LMAO!! This is adorable...hillariously adorable :)..Picturing you all done up like wyatt earp..Oh but you were brave *huge smiles* A wonderful and enjoyable read..thank you

Re: The Street (User Rating: 1 )
by Philipa on Tuesday, 30th September 2003 @ 08:34:47 AM AEST
(User Info | Send a Message)

You have a nice was of tying up the endings your poems. This was a kicker. Thanks for sharing.

Philipa

Re: The Street (User Rating: 1 )
by VampiricSuccubus on Sunday, 19th October 2003 @ 01:19:03 AM AEST
(User Info | Send a Message)

I love this one Hamp... Great write... and don't all of us see at least one crazy in our lives that looks like our fathers? heh my dad would send some kids running :-P

Re: The Street (User Rating: 1 )
by lilch4ever on Monday, 20th October 2003 @ 11:07:33 AM AEST
(User Info | Send a Message)

liked your poem is funny. nice write.

Re: The Street (User Rating: 1 )
by EternitysLyre on Tuesday, 21st October 2003 @ 05:49:34 AM AEST
(User Info | Send a Message)

From what i can see, this is one of the most subtly depressing poems i've seen.

Childhood innocence...who knows what his father was actually like.

Somehow it doesn't seem like a laughing matter to me...

While every care is taken to ensure the general sites content is family safe, our moderators cannot be in all places; all the time. Please report poetry and or comments that are in breach of our site rules HERE (Please include poem title or url). Parents also please ensure that you supervise your children well when they are on the internet; regardless of what a site says about being, or being considered, child-safe.

Poetry is much like a great photo, a single "moment in time" capturing many feelings and emotions. Yet, they are very alive; creating stirrings within the readers who form visual "pictures" of the expressed emotions within the Poem. Â©

Opinions expressed in the poetry, comments, forums etc. on this site are not necessarily those of this site, its owners and/or operators; but of the individuals who post items to this site.
Frequently Asked Questions | | | Privacy Policy | | | Contact Webmaster

All submitted items are Copyright Â© to their submitter. All the rest Copyright Â© 2002-2050 by Your Poetry Dot Com

All logos and trademarks in this site are property of their respective owners.

Script Generation Time: 0.052 Seconds. - View our Site Map | .© your-poetry.com