Palace halls hide thoughts
location clues glimmer bright
words echo when passed
images and places bound
anchor what the mind lets slip
Marble cracks hold screams
floors reek with forgotten tears
keys corrode to rust -
is this palace yours to keep
or the maze you cannot leave
Arose from the bowels of Holocaust
Deceit serrated t'belt the buoyance of war hailed call
Hail thee to hall, to avenge thy brother
Impelled mysteries of destiny reigned the doom of insuperiority o'er wary world
The heathen hath halt the assault o'er imperious arms
Armed with salt and thy brother's head and heart
Strangers decree and massacre of superiority lesserly spake this tidal turn
And chant the overture of impartial time
Dearest friend, O fiend of brotherly arm
Spickle saline hath mock the imperious heart
Chaste t'torn t'merely marr this parting passage
Risen from the bowels to face the decaying mortal vantage
englands ghost story
brown lady of raynham hall
gliding down the stairs
appearing nightly
dressed in a bridal veil
jilted at alter
Oh No! There went the Bell...and I'm LATE!
NO! There's that Hall Monitor I HATE!
First, he Knocked off my HAT...
Then, Clocked me with a BAT!
Oh, why did his his Parents have to MATE!
Next day, Slapped me and Spit in my FACE!
Then he Pepper Sprayed my Eyes with MACE!
With Burning, RAGE FILLED TEARS!!
And Prior SOCCER YEARS!!
I Kicked his JACK JOHNSTON into SPACE!!!
A museum filled with Bobbleheads
Is not your average art,
Although that precisely is the thing
That makes it stand apart.
What started with a giveaway
To baseball fans has grown
To a huge collection, in the thousands,
That two friends now own.
Their gallery is organized
By categories, so
You can view your favorites from the teams
Of now or long ago.
Aside from every sport, there are
The dolls that represent
TV characters, both current
And the ones that came and went.
There are cartoon figures, too,
And also singers and their bands,
Plus a host of politicians,
Even some from other lands.
We had lots of fun exploring
The nostalgia they’re providing,
Though we never did find Waldo,
The one Bobblehead in hiding.
When and how
did we see chivalry last
or is it now
a thing of the past
and honour among thieves
is no honour at all
while beating my brains
against the wall
besting the dragons
at City Hall
am I wrong in thinking
it's my fight
or am I errant
as a roving knight
exhibiting gallantry
within a crowd
of apathy
indifferent
to the powers that be
outnumbered and outgunned
Sancho when needed oh where is he?
With apologies to Miguel de Cervantes Saavedra (1547 – 1616)
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 before the party goers arrived.
She like using terms for the chores
which were incomplete and offered to
do them herself, Fee-end she spoke of the
staff lacking to clean both softshelled crabs
and the softshelled crayfish. They should be
I ed of put in the frig she said.
Leaving the crew of one puzzled. A hall of fame
to the genius who invents a robot who isn't afraid
of my tongue lashing. Until the both you and I are
are at best the seasoning of which is to follow.
The need to be on time and prudent.
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 senses of those who will partake. The pride of a husband as his wife is washed in praise for her contribution. A communion of kind souls, the fellowship of close neighbors and friends. A vision carried on from a not-so-distant past. Where one could marvel at the magic of a fond smile and find comfort in a firm handshake that wordlessly informs, "you are a welcome sight".
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 me rock your world.”
But I had earthquakes in my chest I never learned to hurl.
I don’t know if he got my letter,
but I sent one back—
Written in breath,
sealed in a panic attack.
It read:
“If I am the curtain…
then who pulled me back?”
Illusory energy, you steal my thunder,
Turned me into static so you’d feel like wonder.
Truth knits a sweater of desire,
But leaves the tag on, tangled in the wire.
Return policy reads:
“No refunds for souls that chose silence over schemes.”
This curtain is yours,
when you return to your dreams.
Just knock twice
on the seam
where the fabric still breathes
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 beam
that bounced off of the moon above,
then off a blue-green orb's dark sea,
into four open eyes that did not see,
reflecting from me to you, you to me,
as we fell in the hole of love.
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
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 hallowed halls, where intellect lies.
Though earthly confines may claim their remains,
Their spirit endures, in scholarly strains.
Legends not confined to earthly plains,
Their influence echoes in scholarly gains.
In every lesson, their legacy bright,
A torch in the darkness, igniting insight.
So let us honor these legends with grace,
In the pursuit of knowledge, they leave a trace.
For in their teachings, our minds take flight,
Empowered by their everlasting light.
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, whether it was real or not
it's just that the unknown
crawling through the night
creeping down the hall
is more than I alone can stand
i needed someone, i needed you
to share my fears
and cool my stirrings
and bring me full circle, into the light
to reveal the unknowns
sending them down the hall
crawling and creeping to their own
inescapable end
C2023 Thomas Lee Rhymes March 25. 2023
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 gaol, their spirits were so light,
In the cover of the night, they vanished from the sight!
The king's heart grew heavy, his spirit did sway,
Eyes wilted, he departed, his reign slipped away.
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 her for a dance
she seemed kind of shy.
But alas just like me
she had two left feet.
So parted company
in time to the beat.
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