Best Allegoryhouse Poems


Ossuary

There high on an outcrop of sun bleached rock
A skull and bone house please no feign of shock

Resting a place following the charnel house of life 
Layered guests welcomed from past time be it husband or wife

No names all lost even an alias a Smith or Jones
Searching long enough I am sure to find my bones
© Nigel Fox  Create an image from this poem.

My Calmer Creature

black coffee in the sea, 
with a thermos for a light house 
reading house blend.

granular earth in the bread, 
or at least in the pastry window
next to the register.

vegetarians sitting at tables in 
a coffee shop parallel to a bookshelf
and a row of abstract paintings.

i could go over there for a little bit.

maybe make some light conversation and
talk about the weather.

 or sit quietly by myself and do a mental 
handwriting analysis of the barista's chalk board. 

maybe look at all the polaroids of the regulars 
and think about what i would wear if i was a regular.

 still one space left,  still a chance for me
 to reach my southeast portland coffee house
 bulletin board nirvana.

 there i would remain tacked up on the wall for awhile,
 a plad wearing black coffee drinking herbivore.

  calm as can be in criss crossed shades 
  of blue and green.

All Aboard the P.C. Train

Two convicts setting behind the legal Bars      			                
How did you get in this dark dreary place of imperfection  		           
Ambling on my way in pursuit of a Blessing I was railroaded within my own pages          
Loud shot crying out what is my crime yelling shut up toe the Red line    	          
So then I was sentenced without parole an indefinite detention  		              
To the big house of Political Corrections judged by peers an obsession   	            
So that’s is how I ended up in this dark dreary place of imperfection                              
Loud shot crying what is my crime yelling shut up toe the Red line  		     
I also landed here in like manner standing boldly in streets     		          
Petitioning for redress for I could not stand by idle 		                            
In the midst of all the corruption I lifted up my voice   			           
Loud shot crying what is my crime yelling shut up toe the Red line  		   
So then I was sentenced without parole an indefinite detention  	                           
To the big house of Political Corrections by executive orders decision   	               
Loud shot crying out what is my crime yelling shut up toe the Red line   	            
A loud whistle blows the choice is your says your God given right and the constitution     
Loud shot crying out what is my crime yelling shut up toe the Red line
© John Beam  Create an image from this poem.


The House

It's just a hose, you'll be okay 
a place for you and me
you have a problem, you cannot explain 
we will try to make you sane 
come on in and sit down 
be comfortable, stay awhile 
don't mind the smell of 
fresh paint 
pills 
urine 
blood and sweat 
you'll get use to it 
don't be troubled by the locks 
the restraints on your bed
the bars across your window 
spilling slanted broken rays 
shimmering on the ground 
it's just a house 
we have breakfest lunch dinner 
here you go have an apple 
here you go, take your meds 
it's just a house 
trouble only 
leads you to discipline 
to correct what sins you committed 
it's just a house 
a routine of 
                 awake 
                 work 
                 sleep 
                 repeat 

A house with the realization of
of what? Nothing! Be Quiet!
you checked in you cannot leave 
it's just a house 
if you run away dear, we will 
find you. The Warden is your father 
your friend, your GOD
you should be thankful for you 
pills, food, EST
Fizz, BOOMB goes your head 
as the currents fly through 
skull and flesh 
down
      down
            down
                  down 
through your body
changing you, moving you
are you, you anymore?
it's just a house 
it hasn't changed 
it's still the place of haunting 
screams of pain and agony 
love is gone when Daddy is home
oyu love him don't you?
You Should!
It's just a house 
when you finally leave or will you?
it leaves a lasting effect 
you are chagned 
independent 
you
move on, come back to society 
but don't come back to us 
not even for a visit or some 
tea time 
it's just a house 
was it really?

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