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Connie Hopper Poem
One day I sat next to an Old Man. He looked at me and asked if I knew who he was? I told him all I knew about him is what they call him in town. They call him Crazy Man. He laughed and said that I Am. He told me he had an idea one day, he decided to melt down some rubber threw in some colors and swirled it all around. Then he rolled it up into a ball and let it cool and through it on the ground. He said that ball bounced all around and higher than he expected it would ever go! The strangest thing is it would always roll right back to him whenever he threw it, it was the strangest thing. I had to name that ball, so I named it after me! Only a Crazy Man could make a Crazy Ball like that you see. One day that Crazy Ball just disappeared and I looked for it everywhere I thought where could it be? Time passed and I went to town and I saw a man sitting on a bench and my Crazy Ball was in his hand! I said that's my Crazy Ball you have. The man said it was the craziest thing that this crazy ball rolled right to my feet while I was sitting on this bench out of nowhere. I picked it up and had it ever since then.So if a Crazy Ball rolls up to you. Your the new owner of a Crazy Ball because they have a mind of their own! That's because they were made by a Crazy Old Man like me you see. That there is how the legend goes about the Crazy Ball so pass it on like it was told to me!
Copyright © Connie Hopper | Year Posted 2025
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Connie Hopper Poem
There I was bobbing up and down trying to keep afloat or I would surely drown, thinking of all the things I should have done and what I disallowed. The water was deep and this I know cause I couldn't touch the ground. The current was very strong because it had just rained. I knew I was in trouble and had done everything wrong. I swam against the current yelling for someone to save me while yelling I swallowed a lot of water and swimming against the current in just a few minutes I was beat! I grabbed on to a huge tree with my left arm and the current was sucking me down to the huge trees roots beneath...I knew if I got tangled up I'd surely die today I almost let go and I decided I would but I heard a high pitched voice say " If you let go, your not coming back up." I freaked out cause I didn't have time to think much less say anything and I know for sure it was not me! I decided I wasn't going to die that day and used the last of my strength to pull myself up on that muddy river bank shaking like a tree, I had never came so close to death and thank God that voice I heard that day saved my life for sure. It had to be an Angel looking after me that day for sure and I couldn't believe it when I looked at my left arm that should have been all scratched up, didn't have a single mark or scratch that I can't explain!
Copyright © Connie Hopper | Year Posted 2025
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No certain places nor time. Neither here nor there. Dug a ditch and here I sit, listening for the other side. I hear the sound of War. Sounds like whistles flying by. I hear the sound of dying men, wondering if I'll be one of them. We can't question our authority. We keep track of artillery. We must move forward without retreat. We must defeat. In hopes cause for this war has good reason, like keeping our freedom, in our prayers we hope to prevail. Not fall and fail, left in No Mans Land would mean we failed. We must pray God will bring us home.
Copyright © Connie Hopper | Year Posted 2025
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Connie Hopper Poem
The Poet found the words that sang like a tune, as he followed the notes that fell upon paper, in black and white. He dressed his best in a tuxedo he found in an old chest. It belonged to a Master of Poetry by the name of Shakespeare, who left it behind on a peer. He was just my size from his hat to his shoes, as I looked in the mirror I wondered if he looked anything like me? Never the less I pretended to be a Master of Poetry like he. The words flowed from my pen like magic as if the Master himself was guiding my hand and pen perhaps to help me write a poem pleasing to him. I'll never forget that day on the peer,the wind hit that sail on that old ship and it sailed away across the sea, I thought how it would be to walk in the shoes of the Master of all Poets, lucky for me he forgot the old chest and today is my lucky day! For a simple poet like me!
Copyright © Connie Hopper | Year Posted 2025
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