Dark eyes deep soul she'll take control or give it away, a passing by on a glance just won't do, to the bias view shes a bit off que, the dim light ain't her right, left it for the vocal que thats right in tune, she replaced it and gave it a lime, now she shines brighter. Believes that beauty, is a movie in sweats with a minion. Cocky controls her swag, knows that all that she has is more than enough, her sexi is addictive if mischief made grace she'd have her in spades. She's got the gift of the gab tell you she dont use, then check into rehab. Elegance right beside her. Beautiful isn’t fair, in the crossing air she’ll give you a myth, to mystify your thoughts and show you a standard, god don't make mistakes infact he planned her.
Categories:
check into, integrity,
Form: Free verse
Ventriloquist
It’s just creepy noises.
Turn out the lights before bed.
Maybe it’s a curse.
A scary doll going berserk.
Coming alive.
Moving its eyes.
Looks so real.
Someone made a deal.
The doll comes alive.
Don’t be afraid you might die.
Look under the bed.
It’s just a nightmare in red.
Someone opened the box.
A ventriloquist can talk.
A puppet with no strings.
It’s only a bad dream.
Every doll has a story.
Call out their name, it’s gorry.
Blood runs down the mirror.
Don’t hold on to the fear.
Check into a hotel if you dare.
Don’t be scared.
Dead silence 1941.
Your next, there is no place to run.
A creepy doll lives in your closet.
Take it to the grave because you must bury it.
It lives through your screams.
It survives through your dreams.
Categories:
check into, horror,
Form: Rhyme
In a place where letters don’t find a way,
My home is trails where spirits sway.
I wander freely, night and day,
In endless woods, I choose to stay.
My mailbox stands in an urban town,
But my home is where the leaves turn brown.
Through forests deep and mountains high,
Underneath the vast, open sky.
With every step, a new tale spins,
Of whispering pines and gentle winds.
A river’s song, a bird’s sweet call,
In nature’s arms, I find it all.
No walls confine, no roof above,
Just endless trails and boundless love.
My soul is free, my mind at peace,
In the wilderness, I find release.
When asked if bears or mountain lions I fear,
I say, “No,” crystal clear.
Their behavior, I can anticipate,
Unlike a stranger’s unknown mental state.
Eventually, each trail leads to a town,
Where I step off, lay my pack down.
Check into a motel, live human for a while,
Two or three days, embracing life’s style.
Then I check out and hit the trail again,
Where my true home lies, away from the strain.
So if you seek me, don’t look near,
My true home’s where the path is clear.
In the wild, where dreams set sail,
I live my life to the fullest on every trail.
Categories:
check into, self,
Form: Rhyme
I want to go with you to N'ville
Get lost among the crowd
Go into the hottest clubs
Where they play the music loud
Check into a nice hotel
Stay inside a suite
Make our own sweet music there
Love to our own beat
Talk 'til late, I'll learn about
The things that make you you
And in between I'll sneak them in
A baby kiss or two
Categories:
check into, dream, for her, i
Form: Rhyme
Mark's salaries could build him no house,
Just gave him computer with a mouse,
After a half year's savings with grouse
For a machine that would new jobs browse...
Mark's pays fed him and Big Mouse in house:
Carelessly gaped pots for Prompt Big Mouse;
If Mark stopped gaping them ate wife's blouse:
The sight of blouse attacked by Mouse cows...
Mark's mind keeps telling him there's some house
He could check into and meet no mouse,
Let alone one which would near wife's blouse
And his Mark's virulent anger rouse.
For now Mark's salaries for the louse
That had his long hairs made its sweet house
A new fight to win; new embers douse...
Categories:
check into, animal, computer, house, money,
Form: Rhyme
Summer is the perfect time to explore
and visit Miss Lenore from Lahore
when you come ashore
To Saint Livermore
Check into the hotel Montefiore
If you want to score
with Lenore from Lahore.
Just knock on her door
She will make you roar and sore
And cry for more
Categories:
check into, august, business, celebration, desire,
Form: Free verse
With plates and words in anger flying
My wife and I now deem it best
To cease all our screaming and crying
As I check into the Motel Goodrest
I arrive and plop down for a blissful night
But for two hours a car’s engine revs; varoom!
Above me screeching shouts; a lover’s fight
And the loud thumping of the bed in the next room
A frantic eeeouu; a cayote cat snack?
Now the zzz-zzz of a neon sign on the blink
If I had any brains I’d start to pack!
But I sigh aaah; into slumber I sink
Sun shines through the drapes and onto the wall
There’s splish-splashing in the motel pool
It was a calm, restful night after all
Yipee! Now everything’s cool!
I hear a loud clomp-clomp; what now?
There’s a moo so low and mournful
Through the window peers the eyes of a cow
Looking a bit weary and scornful
I pack and flee as if for my life
Passing the cow whose bell clangs and claps
I check out and meekly return to my wife
And spend the weekend taking naps
7/22/22
Written in Onomatopoeia
Categories:
check into, funny, vacation,
Form: Rhyme
I shall try not to give you the impression that on the Iowa Frontier
We are either a swindler, a thief, or a joker but come closer, my dear.
You might want to check into the Savoury Hotel. This is quite clear.
Do not worry. Your peacock and hippopotamus are already here.
We have your favorite snacks, and in the frig is cold beer.
Oh, there is a dilemma? Well, please do not broadcast that.
I want my guests to enjoy their vertical activities in this flat.
We have a universal TV set up, and there is play station and a cat.
If you come stay with us, so what do you say to that?
If you are checking in late, the key will be under the mat.
The hippopotamus is already down in the casino, bending a chair.
The peacock is preening in front of the mirror, with nary a care.
The Iowa Frontier’s Savoury Hotel is ready, and our prices are fair.
We are waiting for you, honey. You may bring cousin Lair.
If you do not turn up soon, we are loaning your bed to a bear.
Categories:
check into, 10th grade, 11th grade,
Form: Rhyme
Flying down the freeway I almost miss the place;my goal.
Where I can find the reflection of my eternal soul
Something exotic and mysterious I almost fly by….
It is Hotel California, drawn by an Eagle’s eye.
I park my Harley, and see pretty boys strutting around.
It is a crazy desert place, there is a broken champagne sound.
The excess of America is widely on display here
It is 1977; and I feel a Grammy might be near.
The smell of warm colitas puts a smile on my weary face
I wonder to myself if I will lose my innocence in this place.
A voice others might not hear comes wafting in my mind.
Welcome to Hotel Find Yourself, your trip will be so kind.
There are mirrors on the ceiling when I check into my room.
Heaven or Hell? I wonder as I feel a strange kind of doom.
In the master chambers a feast is gathered by the kin.
You can kill the beast the voice says; we will let you in.
Categories:
check into, music,
Form: Rhyme
Now 52, she was one of the first heroin addicts I had ever met.
Having been addicted for years, now death was her greatest threat.
Both her days and nights were spent turning tricks and getting high.
Having failed to be free many times, she decided to give it one last try.
She decided to check into Prevention House, which is where I met her.
Her life would be forever changed, beginning that cold Chicago December.
She was tempted to protest, but she felt this time she will not fail the test
She waved goodbye to heroin heaven and said hello to her haven of rest.
Then, there was Mac who was an angry and bitter man bound by alcohol.
He tells a story of shooting a man and the thrill of watching him fall.
Mac later tried alcohol for cheap thrills which became his greatest fall of all. He did beat alcohol but was never able to be cured from cirrhosis of the liver.
Like Flo, Mac overcame his addiction and gained peace with God forever.
122320PSCtest, Addiction Poetry, Rob Levasseur
Categories:
check into, addiction,
Form: Rhyme
"We're going on vacation," my husband said. I gave him a big kiss.
Time away from home and housework was something I wouldn't miss.
"Let's check into our hotel," I cried, when I heard thunder.
"Which hotel?" My husband asked. I looked at him with wonder.
"You made reservations, didn't you?" I asked with a sense of doom.
The town over-flowed with people. We'd never get a room.
We drove by nice hotels and inns. "No vacancy", signs read.
We were in the dingy part of town when he turned the car around.
There was a lit sign above a doorway, a room was to be found.
A shirtless man said, "Money first", I gave my man a frown.
He whispered, "It's a flophouse." I didn't like that term.
The look I gave my husband was meant to make him squirm.
And as I glared, I truly hoped that it would cause him pain.
Coming with no reservation, was really quite insane.
I vowed if we got home alive, I'd never leave again.
Categories:
check into, vacation,
Form: Rhyme
Check into the Hotel Pantomime
Hospitality cloaked; words a crime
Dressed with gestures, emotions to prime
Tap your bellhop, then gleefully toss him a dime
Forthwith, the receptionist summon with a curt bell chime
After checking in, dance through the lobby in double-time
Flag down the elevator operator with a nod sublime
Furrowed brow, nervously fidgeting each floor climb
Then spring from the elevator and down the hall serpentine
Reaching the room, cautiously open the door catching a stime
Brashly throw back the curtains it's noontime
Cheerfully grab a cup, stove kettle is whistling teatime
Quietly trapse through the corridors saluting guests inbetween time
At nine, chortle to restaurant, signal hostess to check your suppertime
Finished, hustle to your room; meticulously undress for bedtime
Categories:
check into, on writing and words,
Form: Rhyme
Sticker in a taxi
NO BEAUTIFUL WOMAN
STAYS WITH ONE MAN
Black, bold on rainbow
I shift the phrase
Like tiles in Scrabble
On the rack of my brain
Trying to spell SENSE
On the dashboard
I spell and check into
The lexicon of truth
The adage is a winnow
With windows in it
I retrieve my tiles
And note FALLACY
In the files
Categories:
check into, love,
Form: Lyric