This section of my site is going to be Hanson poems from the fans. If you have written a Hanson poem, it can be funny, serious, sad, happy, anything of that sort, if you send them to me, I will put up your poem along with your name. Also, I plan to make pictures to go along with your poems. If you look at the pictures on this page, you will have an idea of what I could make you to go along with your poem. I made all these pictures on this page, so if you want to send me a poem, you get an extra picture I will make to go with it. Hope you enjoy the poems sent in so far and I hope you like the pictures I made to go with them.
LIFTED
Angelic voices sing tonight
Caress the pain, set the world aright.
Lyrics etched upon the heart
Pain and sorrow soon depart.
Melody floating soft and sweet
Carry my soul to where we'll meet.
If only then amoungst the sound
A common friendship will be found.
Gentle strumming of a lone guitar
carries me off to a land afar.
Rhythmic beats of powerful drumming
Like the crash of waves when a storm is coming.
Trickling notes on the keyboard call
Like the beauty of a cascading waterfall.
The music envelopes me
and answers my plea
For my soul to be captured
Lifted away in angelic rapture.
(c) Cheryl Korfman
‘Twas the night before Christmas,
When all through their room,
Not a song was being played,
Not even a tune.
Their Docs were laying in the closet with care,
In hopes that Santa Claus soon would be there,
The Hansons were sleeping all cuddled in their beds.
As visions of bullet-proof marshmallows danced in their heads.
And Diana and Walker,
All snug in their bed,
Had just settled down,
All stories were read.
When out in the yard there arose such a sound,
Walker sprang from the bed to look around,
Looking out the window thinking it was a trick,
He thought to himself: “Where’s St. Nick?”
The light of the moon went on the tree house,
He heard some noises, louder than a mouse,
When what to his wondering eyes did see,
Was his children playing up in the tree.
He yelled: “It’s cold and it’s late, get inside,”
Mackie replied: “But we’re waiting for Santa Claus to arrive,”
The children of seven knew they must obey,
Now Diana was outside, too, was she there to play?
Walker whistled and shouted,
Calling them by name.
“Now Diana! Now Isaac! Now Taylor and Zac!
On Jessie! On Avie! On Zoe and Mac!”
The children and their mother,
Came running to him,
Zac said: “We want to see Santa bring the presents for us all!”
Zoe added: “Yes, daddy, I saw Santa Claus at the mall!”
Suddenly they looked up to see a sleigh,
It was “The Claus” riding through the air highway,
The Hansons were surprised and thought it was queer,
But Their was Santa and his eight tiny reindeer (plus Rudolph).
And then in a twinkling,
They heard on the roof,
The footsteps of Rudolph,
And 32 hooves.
The family ran inside,
To go to the fireplace,
Pushing and shoving through,
Diana said: “This isn’t a race.”
When suddenly a fur coat in red did they see,
Zoe was curious, how could that be?
Ike explained: “That’s because for our house,
He doesn’t have a key.”
Now dangling in the fireplace,
Were two shiny black boots,
Taylor left Santa some donuts,
‘Cause he knew he didn’t eat fruit!
Santa popped out to see the family there,
“Merry Christmas, Hansons!”
Then Avie replied: “You know who we are,
And you care!”
The magic of Santa,
Now filled the house,
“Take a rest, Santa,” Ike said,
“Sit here on the couch.”
They were ecstatic to see him,
Oh, how merry!
Santa Claus was there,
His red nose like a cherry!
The beard on his chin,
Was white as the snow,
He asked the boys,
To perform “We All Know”.
Ike, Tay, and Zac were as shocked as could be,
Tay said: “Santa, how do you know that song?”
Zac added: “Plus we’re a bit tired
To play a melody.”
“Ho! Ho! Ho!”
“I know you boys!”
“We listen to ‘Mmmbop’”
“As the elves make the toys!”
He began his work,
That he should do,
Filling the Hansons’ stockings,
With toys and goodies new.
Tay reminded Santa,
To have the donuts and hot cocoa,
Santa replied:
“Yes, boy, I know.”
Back up the chimney,
Santa did go,
Back outside the family went,
While Ike was carrying Zo.
Santa Claus prepared his reindeer,
To escape to the sky,
While the Hansons waved,
And said goodbye.
But they heard Santa exclaim as he drove out of sight:
“Merry Hanson Christmas to All
And to all Hansons a good night!”
By: Kristina E., 2000
(Taken from: "The Night Before Christmas")
Thank you Kristina for letting me use your poem! I'm pleased to have such a cute, well written poem to add for the holidays! Keep up the good work! Also, if you want to see Kristina's poem on her webpage, please do so. I love her blinking Christmas lights she has on it!
His flowing blond hair,
His baby blue eyes,
When you feel threatened,
You feel safe by his side.
His voice is so soft,
His face is so sweet,
Just one look from him
sends you off of your seat.
He leans toward you to give you a kiss,
This is the moment you won't ever dare miss.
You savour the moment by holding him tight,
He returns the hold under the full moonlight.
His eyes are the most beautiful
that you've ever seen,
But then you wake up
to find it only a dream.
One fine morning, I think around 10,
Zac was playing Ike's guitar again.
Ike searched the house in such a mad state,
that when he found Zac, he was a little too late.
A couple of strings were tied in a knot,
Ike told him not to, but I guess Zac forgot.
Zac ran outside the house to hide right away,
then all of a sudden he ran into Tay.
Tay fell down and got dirt in his eyes,
but when Zac came running, Tay sure was surprised!
Tay got off the ground to dust himself off,
and just right behind him he heard a small cough.
He noticed that standing there were his two bros,
and that they were dirty from their heads to their toes.
Then as fast as he could Zac ran to the house,
because when he got there he called his brother a louse.
Then he decided to tell Tay what happen',
about what Zac was doing while he was nappin'.
Then Taylor asked, "What did you do in revenge to Zac, Ike?"
Ike just snickered and said, "I stole a tire off Zac's motorbike!"
