George Hunter


George Hunter Poems

1. Hair Impaired 2/22/2009
2. The Storm 2/23/2009
3. Rhyme 19 2/26/2009
4. Let Lying Dogs Sleep 3/3/2009
5. Obese Man 3/5/2009
6. Do The Math 3/17/2009
7. The Critic 3/21/2009
8. Rejected 3/23/2009
9. Georgie's Revenge 3/27/2009
10. Man From Galilee 3/30/2009
11. Joe 4/2/2009
12. Busted Flat 4/2/2009
13. Cold Then Hot 4/3/2009
14. Things Change 4/4/2009
15. Bosco 4/4/2009
16. Old-Fashioned Girl With Rose 4/5/2009
17. The Butterfly Tattoo 4/5/2009
18. Duality 4/6/2009
19. My Guardian Angel 4/7/2009
20. Snake Charmer 4/7/2009
21. Writer's Block 4/10/2009
22. The Girl From Bahrain 4/13/2009
23. The Waitress From Brest 4/13/2009
24. An Old Adage 4/13/2009
25. Black Cat 4/13/2009
26. Old 4/11/2009
27. The Tourist 4/11/2009
28. Free Verse Vs Rhyme 4/16/2009
29. Lady With Rose No.2 4/18/2009
30. Lady With Rose 4/18/2009
31. Standing Here Nude 4/18/2009
32. Who To Choose? 4/18/2009
33. Tangled Hair 4/23/2009
34. Printer Woes 4/23/2009
35. A Real Comedown 4/24/2009
36. Inventor 4/25/2009
37. A Young Miss From Toronto 4/22/2009
38. A Young Girl From Butte 4/22/2009
39. An Adept Pupil 4/25/2009
40. Driving Practice 4/26/2009
Best Poem of George Hunter

Cat's Talking

There was a big feline named Dancer
Who asked her mate for an answer.
How do you titillate an ocelot?
Why you just oscillate its titalot.
Now that you tell me I see that it’s true
How so much knowledge you could accrue
That is another thing I wish that I knew.
The more education you have the less you know
And another piece of information I could throw
Is that all this knowledge just makes me sadder
Now I realize it’s just mind over matter.
Which only means that if you don’t mind it don’t matter.

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A Strange Custom

As I was walking down the path
In my head I did some higher math.
They say that one and one makes two
But I know that that's not always true
'Cause sometimes one on one makes three
It's quite confusing don't you see.
The numbers don't add up to me.
And if you live down by the Bay
You're apt to swing the other way.

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