Inn Poems - Poems about Inn

Is Simbach Austrian? Is Braunau German? Buda’s bumpy, Pest is flatter. The Danube does it best. Is history a palimpsest? (Think Durer, think Blatter). And spare me the sermon. I forget the rest. Does any of it really matter? ...

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My Inn by NoelsArt Humans are a hotel. Each day a new check in, Happy, Sad, Good, or Bad Welcome to My Inn! Smiling, “May I help you?” “Here’s the key to Room 2.” “Enjoy the breakfast buffet and enjoy the coffee too.” Smiling at my frown Laughing at my sorrow, “Okay, spend the night” “But, begone by tomorrow.” Be grateful to new check ins, they’ve all been...

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"Ballinger's pride will be the death of him," Was the last muttering of the old cyclops before The poison took over. Never trust unicorn bartenders. Young Gallimay, the town's token centaur, Walked into this scene: Serren's body laid across the bar. Tempest the unicorn bartenders cleaned pint glasses. (All ladee-da.) Two old frog friends sat in the back with lagers,...

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Hiding again from the dazzling sun Why am I here, I’ve no clue There’s no necessity to walk around No urgent business to do Sounds like I’m killing the time, but I’m not It is exactly the opposite Time is the killer in this endless plot With a space, an accomplice of it It’s never a conscious purpose of mine To sit in...

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At The Ramada Inn teenage boyfriend sits butt close to brown eyes waitress with bleeding lips serves a silent sirloin middle aged mother says the meat is too rare bespectacled father stares at the impaled thing says the leaking steak isn’t dead enough to eat bleeding waitress takes jiggling meat to the flames teenage boyfriend tells brown eyes he...

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A few scattered yellow wood cabins a swimming pool surrounded by pines a pier to fish from, a lake not to go in ‘cept for the stinkpots* and sailboats ...

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The sound of the rain So soothing and relaxing One morning at inn....

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January years ago, confused far away I was with the cold. Landed in Bristol on a snowy airport, as snowed were the meadows and frosted my mind. A trip to say hello and goodbye to a beloved one, taking my hand, she closed her fading eyes into her last sigh. I saw the dark face of life turning...

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Jaded holiday in Frisco , Where Paul Getty lost his marbles harbour For a old dog tawg Rumble a chick Banjo medicine and black madness Eager paws or void in of contempt I can't roll dice at Coney island Without a slow snow cone Program for Rita ford Or a lengthy draught of carpenter wood...

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T C Irwin A ROADSIDE INN ===========|| ___|___ __ |_ _ | ...

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Buttercup beautiful Reflect now on my chin The face of my sweet bluebird Let her image there sink in Then travel through my body Course within my veins Reach my heart and live there Forever to remain...

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While shepherds watched their flocks so white All contemplating dusk, Their ’phones received some breaking news All thanks to Elon Musk. His Tweet announced a virgin birth In a stable by an inn, They danced around the windswept heath To a flute and violin. In Bethlehem was born a child A-sleeping in a crib, They scrolled the Twitter crowd’s response And thought it rather glib. The...

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When I was young and a child growing up in Discovery , Florida South Africa 1 of the few limited thing's we actually had or could do was go the Drive-Inn There was Veldskoen , Hilfox , 5-Star and Top-Star But that's besides the point it's the memory of the experience that keeps coming back to me Of the magic on a summer's...

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Let’s stay at Oinkington Inn the easily pleased relative said. Her husband looked at brochure and said I’d rather be dead. The pigs are lovely, she replied. There is nothing to dread. He told her to go to her family reunion with her cousin Ned. The sows and hogs were truly placated and fine. We visited them near an old...

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Sparkles dance on water as the sunset leaves it's glow The rhythmic sounds are soothing as the waves all ebb and flow Lulled by ocean magic, in sleep she sails away Till early morning seagulls call to greet another day She sips upon her coffee at this pretty seaside Inn Then dons her hat and heads on out to meet...

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