Houses Poems

Ballad of the school houses

When we were in secondary school,
   we used to hold brooms like reign and sweep and sweep
   and sweep and sweep clear and clean each an every
  house.
 And race to sweep Hamman Dikko house;
    and race to sweep Tudun Wada house;
  and race to sweep

Ballad of the school houses

When we were in secondary school,
   we used to hold brooms like reign and sweep and sweep
   and sweep and sweep clear and clean each an every
  house.
 And race to sweep Hamman Dikko house;
    and race to sweep Tudun Wada house;
  and race to sweep

Ballad of the school houses

When we were in secondary school,
   we used to hold brooms like reign and sweep and sweep
   and sweep and sweep clear and clean each an every
  house.
 And race to sweep Hamman Dikko house;
    and race to sweep Tudun Wada house;
  and race to sweep

Something About Glass Houses

Something About Glass Houses

We
HURT
Easy.

-Gray Squirrel

11-04-2024

Glass Dolls

Glass Dolls

Glass dolls in glass houses. 
Glass dolls with glass douses
Of reality, don’t they know?
That the girl who lives in fantasy 
Still sees a rainbow?
And all the poems seem so hollow now-
Because the light inside her is almost out. 

Because of the existence of
Glass dolls in glass houses
Dosed with reality, but they are so
Hollow now.

Love Old Houses

 

Love old houses,
there is something intriguing;
walking quietly I feel connected.

The past whispers to me,
the wood floors creak;
love old houses !

I wander rooms,
imagining all the former residents;
there is something intriguing !

The pigeons coo,
I find that comforting;
walking quietly I feel connected !

Coloured Houses

City walls,
A riot of colour,
Whispering stories,
Lives painted in sunshine,
Blooming.

Burning Paper Houses

Slowly creeping out of winter 
Would it ever be the same 
If I showed up at your door 
Out of breath, out of line 
With a million excuses behind my manic behavior?
A video diary full of verbal hints to find through camera fractures 
Indirect messages, cold and desperate 
Slowly creeping out of winter 
The aching

Mysteries of the Abandoned

Breathe deeply my legacy,
My mysterious abandonments
My asylums of the dead.
So many forgotten dwellings
Now boarded up and cold.
I once wore them and shed them
Like snakeskins.
All these mental spaces,
What was their meaning?
What visitations did I encounter?
So many giant houses of horror,
Gothic crumbling, rotting 
mansions of ruin.
There, I was imprisoned
In solitary confinement self-imposed,
Like a rodent feeding on garbage,
I

Divorce

Doesn't seem like that long ago, when I was first introduced to divorce. My parents decided that they weren't in love any more and were "still very good friends", but they didn't want to live together.

I was about seven then, so it was about six years ago. In the grand scheme of things, 6 years

Who Lives In These Houses

For twenty years I have walked my curvy tree lined street,
and there're neighbors I have yet to meet,
I look into the windows of the oblong and squares,
and wonder about the people who live in there,

I was once a happy and energetic child of the nineteen seventies,
now I'm saddened and tired by modernity of the twenty

Earthquake and Japan

The bizarre scene when Earth has been pressured
And on Richter Scales this can be measured:
When the immovable readily quake,
Not a single hard rock failing to shake…

A punishment too familiar to Japan
At a period hitting her like a pan.
Often her feared National Tragedy 
She’d kept devising a ‘Stop Strategy!
How preventable it was ‘Quite Doubtful!
Whenever it struck

Black Americans In Shark Houses and Caravans

Black Americans in shark 
houses 
And caravans 
Imagine how many black
Americans dying 
In  strong winters as
They can not afford 
To build 
or buy proper houses. 
The American system pushed 
Them to be
Where they are till now. 
It is very hard
For them to come out 
Of that bad 
Situation without 
The full support 
Of the American

Abandoned Houses

I recall as a boy, I liked to explore scary abandoned houses,
back then, I'd let my imagination oversee my adventures.
Empty, dilapidated, broken-down houses attracted me.
I loved to take exploratory excursions on my own,
hoping to experience some ghostly apparitions
associated with exploring haunted houses.
I felt inexplicably drawn to such places.
Enigmatic whispers often startled me
and yet, I'd investigate

Glass Houses

People who live in glass houses should pull down the shades.

John G. Lawless

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