Hall Poems - Poems about Hall

The soups and breads were fixed know seemed to have interest In that. One commented that the Chickens used in the soup were as big as geese, naming one kingKong. Garlic and margine was used with Garden herbs to create the croutons. He would be a one man ed gang to complete all the tasks still needed to be done...

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Laughter of children and the dull clatter of small feet on aged wood. The congestion of men's voices with talk of crops, rain, and "remembering when". The faintly drowned out sound of a stray hand unafraid to tickle long unused ivory. There, the aroma of well-planned dishes lay in wait to ambush and overwhelm the...

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The sky didn’t open—you did. That’s what He said. And suddenly, silence stopped pretending it was empty. Eyes locked to an alien like it was trendy— But the alien was memory, dressed in something friendly. A silent scream’s polka-dotted bow tie is world-endly. He offered me a mirror wrapped in a question gently. It read: “If you’ll let me? Lay still and let...

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Like pool hall hustlers, they gathered at night. Some twinkled dimly, some shone bright. I could only stand and stare. I'll make a punk sing "Twinkle, Twinkle Little Star", said a shimmering blowhard way up thar, only to be outdone by a shooting star, but the sun wasn't anywhere. Or, so, to me, it did not seem until Big Sol shot a...

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The Corpus Christi Carol anonymous Middle English poem translation by Michael R. Burch He bore him up, he bore him down, He bore him into an orchard brown. Lully, lullay, lully, lullay! The falcon has borne my mate away. In that orchard there stood a hall Hanged all over with purple and pall. Lully, lullay, lully, lullay! The falcon has borne my mate away. And in...

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“Stafell Gynddylan” (“The Hall of Cynddylan”) belongs to the cycle of Welsh englyn or englynion (three-line stanzas) traditionally called “Canu Heledd” (“The Song of Heledd”). The Welsh “dd” is pronounced “th.” Cynddylan is pronounced KahN-THIHL-aeN. Stafell Gynddylan (“The Hall of Cynddylan”) Welsh englynion circa 1382-1410 translation/interpretation by Michael R. Burch The hall of Cynddylan lies dark tonight. Lacking fire and a...

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There once was a man down the hall With big hands he was very tall He went to the dance But didn’t get a chance So he got a case of lovely blue balls...

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If remembering is hopeless, then it’s time to resign But its easy to say, than to perform rightly Time shifts down slowly, crosses the final line And red turns to brown, showing its time to flee Who on earth now desires to die for a consideration Now art is for artists sake, they get rid of all Gods And...

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In the hall destined for silence, where no word incarnates into awakening, A desolate abode, where the heart rests free and in falling. Torn tears flow, rivers of troubled and sluggish melancholy, Thoughts that hunt me, that follow me relentlessly, merciless, fierce, potent. Memories, tapestries of time we used to weave together, Now just specters that slither in the shadow,...

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In the Hall of Legends, where tales unfold, Inscribed in time, in letters bold. Among the heroes, a teacher stands tall, A legend in whispers, revered by all. Through the annals of learning, their deeds resound, A legacy of knowledge, forever unbound. Their wisdom a beacon, in academia's night, Guiding students toward intellectual light. Their name a melody, sung by the wise, In the...

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i've tried to express my fears the inescapable end to you i'm trying now, but am i clearly getting through it's not suicide i'm thinking of it's just the unknown crawling through the night creeping down the hall in my hot impulsive stirrings of yesterday i've traveled many nights to be with others borrowed money and shifted blame to anything i could imagine,...

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I got it as a gift from my grand uncle Dan who lived to a ripe old age of a hundred and one. He was the type of man that believes in developing the land; he had property that occupies a large portion of the country and at age a hundred and one he was...

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One day, Hoonkie came to King Salz's hall, Demanded a penny, but the king's voice did fall, He seized the poor Hoonkie, threw him in the gaol, In a cell dark and dreary, where shadows did sprawl. But a furry tabby cat, with plenty of cunning and flair, Helped Hoonkie break free from that grim, dire lair, They escaped from the...

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Away in the dance hall no partner in tow. I had it in my mind to put on a show. But with my two left feet trouble lay in store. Attempting the tango I cleared half the floor. Most of the ladies there just gave me a glance. When asking for a waltz they cried not a chance. Until a young lady at last caught my eye. I asked...

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Away in a dance hall No dance for me yet Then I saw you sat there And broke out in sweat. I walked up and asked you Would you care to dance Your face was a picture You said not a chance. My dream had departed I felt such a fool But my momma told me Go fish in the pool. Never make the first...

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