Sunday, November 29, 2015

A poem about Chris Hero

I know that a few years ago I learned something.
I know that someone's birthday falls on Christmas Eve.
I did not know why,
Until he said so.
Explains it so much.
I understand now.

According to him,
His mother was pregnant.
She failed to give birth twice.
He did not explain why.
But, on the third try,
She was really hoping to make it on January 30, 1980.
But, on Christmas Eve 1979,
She went to labor way soon.
Was worried about her little bundle of joy.
Soon the baby arrived.
A boy no doubt.
Blessed that he survived Christmas Eve.

After that 18 years later,
On September 12, 1998.
He started to wrestle you see.
Made a name for himself.
Few years in to it,
He trained others.
Mostly the one who is from Switzerland who can do a giant swing!
Sure he's been wrestling for 17 years.
I know that 24 days he's going back to Japan for the 15th time to bring home the gold.

I will be cheering for him.
Here in the USA.
With his friend and tag team partner Colt Cabana at his side to dominate the tag team match.
I will be saying, GO BIG IN USA!

Oh yeah, you want to know who he is?
For those who should got the hint already.
This poem no doubt about it.

He is Chris Hero and he throw elbows and kicks!

It's that time of year...

It's that time of year.
Everyone looking forward to.
Yes, it is Christmas.
Just 26 more days.
Christmas time is coming.
Trees are up and decorated.
Kids doing their Christmas list.

What do I want this year, since I am an adult?
For my brother to be healthy again.
For my mother threaten my father to not make me upset again or she would divorce him.
For Chris Hero and Colt Cabana being GHC Tag Team Champions.
For Tim Donst to be AIW Absolute Champion.
For my friend Anne to come back on Facebook and twitter with a new smartphone that won't break.
For my friend Valentyna to see a certain someone who she wants and her daughter to see.
For myself, money to buy tees, a new laptop, a smartwatch to connect my smartphone, a car so I can drive and see my favorite wrestler, suitcases, and e-giftcards to Starbucks so I can treat everyone. But, I would love to meet Tim Donst and Chris Hero, but, not the same time. They would fight over me!

But, most of all, I want to meet my friends, so we can enjoy some wrestling.

Oh yeah, let there be peace on earth to all mankind and womankind.
To all who are male and female and in between.

That's all I want this year.

It was a crazy day

It was a crazy day yesterday.
Why?
My brother is not well.
He can't breath.
Stupid blood pressure.
I hate when it happens.
He should not be sick.
He should be well.
I feel this is my fault,
But it isn't.

However that's not all.
Chris, you sexy human being.
Why on earth did you decided to paint your face?
I guess to psych out your opponent.
Ehh...can't blame you on it.
You did win.
But, please Chris,
Don't do it again!
You are trying to make me speechless!

Oh this was a crazy day!
I am really am loosing it.

Thursday, November 26, 2015

I feel weird

I feel weird because Donovan Dijak favor or like my tweets.
I feel like he likes what I am saying.
I don't know why, but he knows I would say his name.
He's almost like Tim Donst.
Except he does not follow me.
But, Tim Donst does.
Yeah, I feel weird about this.
Also, both Donovan and Tim are wrestling against Chris Hero.
Let the best man wins, I want to say.
But, I feel weird about it.

Wednesday, November 25, 2015

Thanksgiving

To everyone who is celebrating Thanksgiving, enjoy my poem.

Happy Thanksgiving to you all.
It's a time for family new and old.
Celebrate with those you love over turkey or tofukey if you don't like the poultry.
I will enjoy spending Thanksgiving, but I will be on twitter, checking out the IWA Mid-South twitter feed of Thanksgiving Blood Bash.

Don't get me wrong, I am crazy.
But, my family is much crazier.
But, I need some fun.

Happy Thanksgiving to you all!

Tuesday, November 24, 2015

Emotions are messed with

Emotions are mess with.
I am very happy, sad, mad, and just so lost.
All I need is him.
But, he's wrestling Thanksgiving Night and then some.
I need him to focus.
I want to see if the others knows.
I wish this was rumored and a lie.
My friends please say something.

Because, I don't think he knows.

Friday, October 23, 2015

Halloween Madness

Decorations up.
Lights on.
Everyone in costume.
It is almost time.
Candy supplied.
Alternatives are ready.
Tonight is ready.
All for Halloween.
It is a madness I am telling you!
Everyone enjoy.
Happy Halloween!

Monday, October 5, 2015

Haikus

Note: I made Haikus from an ideal from NHK World's program, Haiku Masters. I did submitted a Haiku to the show. If I do get on, I will be pleased. I will evenly take my Haikus and sell it on RedBubble for you to purchase.

My first Haiku is based on a episode of Satoyama, a 10 minute show that talks about a part of nature. It was on Cicadas. I give you my Haiku:

Cicadas noisy.
Hearing it like maracas.
Only during the day?

My second Haiku is about...well....*gulp*...if you are from Japan and like Puroresu and you are attending the Pro Wrestling NOAH Global League Tournament and like the foreign wrestler Chris Hero (Like I do, but, I am American), I give you my Haiku of him:

Chris Hero is a man.
Wrestler by trade he is.
Hard fighter is.

My third Haiku is based from a picture that was seen on Haiku Masters. It is a person running through water like if they were splashing. I give you my Haiku:

Splashing Water.
Running on the beach?
Maybe trouble?

And finally my last Haiku is the one I submitted to Haiku Masters that goes with a picture of a lonely dog waiting for it's master:

Waiting for master.
Bringing ball, food, and water.
Lonely dog is sad.

Saturday, October 3, 2015

A Bitcoin poem

What is Bitcoin?
It is a cryptocurrency that does not need a middle man.
It is used for good or bad.
Depends on the price.
It can be save to earn a healthy profit.
How far can one go to have it?
It depends on buying or earning it.
Just be careful of hackers hacking your wallet.
Put a huge security to protect it like an two-factor authentication.

Thursday, October 1, 2015

Here we go again

Here we go again.
I need you to know.
I am scared.
It sounds bad.
I felt nearly three years ago,
You sent me a sign.
I wish he do for her.
Maybe this time.
Please,
Before you go to Japan.
Send me a sign.
I am hoping this time,
He send her a sign.
Maybe.
I don't want to have that dream again.
Where the three of us looking for her.
But, we didn't find her, until he did.
Please,
Send me a sign.
Please friend, send her a sign.




Domi is her.
Colby is him.
Chris is you.

Friday, September 25, 2015

Pope Francis

All Catholic and non-catholic are in awe.
Pope Francis is in the United States.
He has blessing children, the homeless, the sick, and those who are needed.
He prays to everyone who died from the terrorist attack and first responders.
Everyone are pleased to see the Pope of the Vatican.

Tuesday, September 8, 2015

Summer is going out with a bang!

Yes it is true.
Summer is going out with a bang.
More hot temperatures.
Schools just began.
How long before fall comes?
I got so much sunburn!
Ouch!

Sunday, September 6, 2015

Red Sangria

Oh red sangria,
You taste so good!
You make my body sweat.
Fruity flavors in an wine brine.
You are so worth to drink.
But, until I give you up for Chris.
You are the one that makes me smile.

Uh, oops.

Tuesday, September 1, 2015

Love though social media

Two men left an Instagram post on their own accounts.
One took a picture of with two guys after a tournament ended.
The other left a picture of a bridge in London.
They wanted two ladies to know that they are thinking about them.
Because the ladies left something to them.
One done a poem with a photo of her on the bridge.
The other thanks her friends tweeting about the tournament.
Even though she is proud of him.

Is these signs of love?
Maybe yes...
Never a no.
As for those who are reading this, ask yourself...
Have you send love to the one you care for through texts, tweets, and anything else?


Lindsie Starr
(C) 2015

Tuesday, August 4, 2015

Sex for us version 2

I am alone and naked.
You can find me.
Here at my home.
Just get me and take me to your place.
Then you can take me inside.
Your hands bigger than mine.
Touching my beautiful breast.
Knowing that it's not fake.
I would smile and saying your name!
I know you would be too.
Kissing my neck.
Working your way to my lips.
Tongue & all.
I know it's what you want.
I want you.
I want you want me.
I know this will happen.
If you come to me.
Just forget about tomorrow or yesterday.
Just think tonight.

Sex for us version 1

Naked...
Sweat...
Me...
I need you...
Inside of me...
Take me...
Make me yours.
Hot passionate...

Sex for us

My brother

Kinda mad.
Brother does something.
Brings girlfriend over.
What am I, Chicken?
Yep.

My muse

My muse.
Who is it?
I can't say who.
Because someone will get hurt.
They are the one.
Why?
Well...it's how I am.
My muse.

Maria the puta

There is a puta name Maria.
She made so many twitter accounts to drive my friend so batty.
I had to help my friend to start to take down all of those fake accounts.
She had to hide. 
Yet, it was so easy to find her.
Her real true face.
She will never be the same.
Because she is a puta and she is so crazy,
she block me by one of her fake accounts, yet, I tweet out all of her fake accounts!
Don't mess with me!
Also, don't mess with my friend!
You need a life you puta!
Why are you doing this?
You are doing for nothing!
Just leave us alone!
Bye puta!

Saturday, July 4, 2015

Happy 4th of July my friends

To my friends who are Americans, live in United States,
Happy 4th to you all.
I do glad to have you my friends.
For my friends who live outside the United States,
But are Americans,
Stay safe.
To those who are not Americans,
Happy Saturday.
I don't want to insult anyone.
It's an American way.

(C) Lindsie Starr July 4th, 2015

Drew Galloway the Scotsman who make my friend happy

I follow a lad on twitter.
His name is Drew Galloway.
He is a Scotsman.
He makes one of my friends happy.
I guess it is his looks.
Maybe he's nice to her.
I don't know why.
But, still...
He makes her happy.

(C) Lindsie Starr July 4th, 2015

Saturday, June 27, 2015

Tell me that it is not true!

I am sad, because some crazy lady is sueing and open some wounds. Not to mention an old foe Chris Hero wrestled. So, I give you this poem: