Halloo Poems - Poems about Halloo

...A family affair A big hotel was built in our rather shy town the hotel's façade faced the town's lake that had many birds that visitors thought charming the hotel needed many casual workers, su......

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...Hereditary traits I’m my father’s son I carry his genes He is a part of me this is inescapable If I hate him, I hate myself. Now that I’m older than my father He is my son, you can’t help bu......

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...Infinite pitch black void zoomed, I vacillated then pitched headlong (head and knobby knees, over heels) where skeletons in shuttered closets roomed, and antithesis of freedom loomed large (thin......

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...The past are memories Going back to my old house in Algarve was a sad affair, we took the old road it is a bit longer but less speedy and free. The motorway also cost a lot of money in toll and......

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...Infinite pitch black void zooms, I vacillate to pitch headlong (head over heels) where freedom looms large (think) cosmic size grand canyon grooms espouses, and cloisters unbridled wedded bliss ......

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...When old sailors go A seaman sees death as an ocean of tranquillity no storm will upset his raft he can safely sleep Through the ages of time, fish can swim, whales Blow a rainbow fine, and s......

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...And For Supper Tonight... The Missus Prepared Her Trademark Tortilla Pizza Hmm...yum...after a hard days night of reading Hebrew, though I do not know a word, nonetheless taking leftist to rig......

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...Odd, is the poet He was the odd boy in the family in a town that doesn’t rhyme with anything. He wrote strange words in a notebook the teacher told him to stop this nonsense and learn that 2X......

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...The Genetic pool I`m my father`s son I carry his genes He is a part of me this is inescapable If I hate him, I dislike myself. Now that I`m older than my father He is my son you can`t help bu......

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...A Christmas gift spurned In a busy Christmas street, I saw her; I was sure it was her, the way she walked, I could sense her perfume too. Ran after her, touched her shoulder said halloo, she tu......

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...Uprooted Roots and searching for answers Tiny boxes music dancers Small, petite, and slowly climbing Slowly songs release, forever winding Absent end one dive from death And snow falls with r......

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...Love Sonnet This afternoon at the local grocer I had bought a bottle of beer and a tin of tuna fish and I meet the daughter of the woman I had been in love with, I had never seen her before and ......

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...Washing Machine There was a time I always went home, by road rail, flight or by bus I always got there and still do. Even though when I get there I want to leave. The house shrinks every year s......

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...Topography Lesson Geography, I was good at it in school but somehow I missed San Marino. I vaguely remember a movie with some lady star of yore making a film about the place, maybe I have got i......

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...Time is a coverlet of secrets not to be withheld, but dressed for the revealing, just as humankind sits down among the gods partaking of the succulence of truth, and no priority may interfere with......

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