Honey's Poetry

Honey's Poetry

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Honey's Poetry episodes

  • Blessed is He Who Cries for Forgiveness
    Donald Harvey (April 15, 1952 – March 30, 2017) was an American serial killer who claimed to have murdered 87 people, though official estimates are between 37 and 57 victims. He was able to accomplish this during his time as a hospital orderly.
    Donald Harvey
    BornApril 15, 1952
    Butler County, Ohio, U.S.
    DiedMarch 30, 2017 (aged 64)
    Toledo, Ohio, U.S.
    Cause of deathBlunt traumaOther names
    "Angel of Death"
    Criminal penalty28 consecutive life sentences plus $270,000 in finesDetailsVictims37 convicted
    40-57 estimated
    87 alleged
    Span of crimes
    1970–1987CountryUnited StatesState(s)Ohio, Kentucky
    Date apprehended
    April 6, 1987Imprisoned atToledo Correctional Institution, 1987
    Harvey claimed to have begun killing to "ease the pain" of patients – mostly cardiac patients – by smothering them with their pillows.[1] However, he gradually grew to enjoy killing and became a self-described "angel of death". At the time of his death, Harvey was serving 28 life sentences at the Toledo Correctional Institution in Toledo, Ohio, having pleaded guilty to murder charges to avoid the death penalty.
    Source: Wikipedia
    8 min
  • My Sun Part 3
    For all those wives waiting for their master suns to come again, be ptient. God is leading their feet back home.
    4 min
  • My Sun
    My Sun is a poem carved from an author's imagination. It is dedicated to all married couples who've been shaken by trials. Enjoy listening while learning from this very emotional piece.
    5 min
  • A Mere Recreation
    I read it once I read it twice
    not only twice
    but many times
    I read my poem
    with a theme
    about home
    I didn't notice
    that my tears
    were falling
    from my eyes.
    The deep emotion
    of my pen
    caught me
    in deep sadness
    I can't go on reading
    again and again
    coz' my veins
    are shaking
    my heart is terribly
    missing
    my father
    who's now
    in heaven.
    I got this challenge
    to write from what I read
    gotcha,
    I was able to strike my pen
    out of the blue
    I was convinced
    that writing a poem
    is not as easy as
    counting 1, 2, 3
    but it will be
    if your emotion
    is truly free.
    I don't aim to catch attention
    I just want a simple relaxation
    and writing a poem
    is a just a mere recreation
    which makes me happy
    or gloomy
    and I guess I need a break
    from the silence
    of the night
    I'm glad to fall asleep.
    13 min
  • My Life is Short Living
    Pure and virgin oh my mother(A)
    She bore the seeds of love (B)
    Her womb was our playground(C)
    Our cradle was her peaceful chest (D)
    Oh, mother of kindness and laughter(A)
    we will hold your hand forever. (A)
    The strength of our home lies in his supremacy(E)
    He's the rock where the four corners of our home anchored (F)
    With his support and dedication (G)
    We succeeded our dreams(H)
    Oh, beloved father of strength and resiliency(E)
    We, your children shall bow to your undying legacy ( E)
    The home where our hearts grew fonder ( I)
    is an avenue of peace and freedom ( J)
    where we learnt the value of camaraderie(K)
    where we fostered our sense of responsibility (L)
    thus, the arrow leading our future is sharper( I)
    and the loads we carry are becoming lighter. (I)
    Soon, with heads held high (M)
    me and my siblings find our humble abode (N)
    there, we play with our kids(O)
    and boast to them what our parents left(P)
    with our wings we learnt to fly(M)
    over and beyond the great blue sky.(M)
    If then by time we will be departing (Q)
    I wish the best and everything for my family(R)
    The legacy which my parents left (S)
    will be handed down to my descendants (T)
    tomorrow shall be welcoming(Q)
    my best clans will be fast approaching. (Q)
    With my generations happily waving(U)
    My name will be called in heaven( V)
    The angels will meet me there(W)
    blowing trumpets in symphony and rhythm(X)
    Birds in paradise will be happily singing(U)
    and all my soldiers with their boots, marching. (U)
    May the Good Lord will be pleased with my coming (Y)
    Decorate the heaven with lilacs and lilies (Z)
    My life is short living (Y)
    But my life with Him shall rest in eternal peace! (Z)
    4 min
  • Dolly, Dolly
    Dolly, Dolly
    are you ready?
    Get up and don't be lazy
    let's play under the sun
    I'll teach you some tricks for fun
    soon, I will give you your favorite treats
    I had bought plenty of cookies
    and biscuits for your teeth
    you're still my little one
    yet, don't you ever forget.
    One, two, three
    come Dolly, Dolly
    come to me
    oh my darling
    not just my puppy
    your smiles are the loveliest
    our friendship is the liveliest
    please don't try to run away
    don't you ever leave me
    coz' I will forever be lonely.
    2 min
  • Wrap the Earth, Oh Naked Body
    Wrap the Earth
    oh naked body
    let the stars spark
    in your grand allure
    let the rivers flow
    in your spirit
    for the world
    is in drought
    as the wide and
    vast desert.
    Let those eyes
    roll in your curves
    and be ignited
    by your strategic contours
    for your emblem is burning
    and by flame the sun will shine
    halo dusts will disappear
    and the frozen snowcaps
    shall melt upon your feet.
    Walk into the bare forest
    'til you find comfort
    from the prickly grasses
    if there were butterflies
    roaming in the meadows
    allow them to sip your nectars
    'til their thirsts quench
    with satisfaction
    let those flowers be envious
    let them bow to their queen.
    In your nakedness
    mountain ranges,
    volcanoes, hills,
    and valleys
    are free to settle
    nonetheless
    let them subduct in your greatness
    let their magma flow in your veins
    the new Earth is forming
    literally upon your hips.
    You're a needle in a haystack
    only those keen eyes can catch
    a gold in a mud
    shines more than those
    stones scattered around the yard
    for your beauty is precious
    no other ore is as gleam as
    your spark
    and your luminous smiles
    speak mystery to a lost soul.
    Oh, woman
    an enigmatic fortress
    of strength
    and resiliency
    you are the courage
    lying in every rock
    you bear the fruit of
    every tree
    anchor your roots
    in those lands
    where soils are rich
    and waters are extravagant.
    3 min
  • One July
    She blossomed in spring
    full of hopes and dreams
    her incandescence
    glowed towards the springfield
    and emitted beyond the outfield
    where my feet took a walk
    for a breathe.
    My life was an upside down hell
    but she came to me
    like a sweet angel
    she gave me joy
    in exchange for a dime
    and it's fine
    since my life in the past
    seemed a frozen flower
    over a wintertime.
    Springtime ended
    and her smiles worn out
    she's gone with the wind
    and I was down
    in the dumps
    I wish to see her reborn
    if not in the springfield
    I wish in my heart.
    2 min

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My podcast is all about poems. Listen to a variety of poems in every episode. Enjoy!