Hazel Connelly

Rookie - 285 Points (28th September 1949 / Lancashire)

Hazel Connelly Poems

1. No Simple Life 11/5/2011
2. Walking 11/5/2011
3. Friends 11/5/2011
4. Faded Firelight 11/5/2011
5. The Gambler 11/5/2011
6. Symphony Of The Elements 11/5/2011
7. People 11/5/2011
8. No Thoughts 11/5/2011
9. Thoughts 11/6/2011
10. The Pine 11/6/2011
11. A Bumpy Night 11/6/2011
12. When I Let Go 11/6/2011
13. Muscle 11/9/2011
14. Remembering 11/9/2011
15. A Cowboy Poet 11/11/2011
16. Nice Mess 12/10/2011
17. A Day In My Life 12/11/2011
18. I May Be Lying In The Gutter 1/9/2012
19. Through Struggle To The Stars 2/6/2012
20. Seasons 2/12/2012
21. St. Pat's Day 3/17/2012
22. The Portal 6/3/2012
23. Rainbow 6/11/2012
24. Dreams Aspire To Reach The Sky 7/29/2012
25. The Net 7/30/2012
26. Dance Lightly 9/9/2012
27. £10 Pommie 11/29/2013
28. I Don'T 12/18/2013
29. Bottoms 12/23/2013
30. Christmas 12/23/2013
31. Luscious Lucinda 1/14/2014
32. Exposed 1/16/2014
33. Sunset 1/19/2014
34. The Clocks 1/27/2014
35. Poppy 11/21/2014
36. The Walk 11/24/2014
37. If The Cap Fits 11/29/2014
38. A View 10/15/2015
39. Pen In Hand 10/15/2015
40. My Page A Canvas 10/15/2015
Best Poem of Hazel Connelly

Canvas

Before my eyes brilliant colour, perfection
Dancing gracefully in every direction,
The world of trees, the art of nature
Are simple reasons for a painter.

The power mother nature can release
Could make a painting, a masterpiece
A gallery of natures finest hues,
Enough to stir the most reluctant muse.

Should mother nature tutor me in art
My tree would show a living beating heart,
And should I save one single living tree
My canvas would inspire the world to see.

Red, orange, yellow, green and brown
Colours of beauty my brush would put ...

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1960 Slang

It was a gas, a blast, bad
It was fun, a great time, awesome, *
The candy ass cat, was a chrome dome ditz
That whimp of a guy was a bald idiot, *
He was decked out for that skirt
He was dressed up for that girl, *
But she was righteous and stuck up
She was beautiful and conceited, *
That daddyo was a flake, trollin his twice pipes

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