I walked into Dobb's library
I didn't have what life took
so there wasn't much left for me
except to search for a new book.
I sat down in an enclosed place
for ten minutes hoped to forget
the savage past grafted on my case
entangled in a strangling net.
I opened a computer screen
Then a lady sat beside
I sensed something sight unseen
A tear in the force had opened wide.
A short librarian had seen all
She gave this lady a look of scorn:
so intense it could burn the wall
I felt aghast, how could I warn?
I came back there in July
The new book shelf was getting old
Saw the librarian, my fierce ally
She looked unwell, in a dazed pose.
A library is a safe place to be
No bad guys have reason to go
But I brought one in with me
Did it hit a friend who'll never know?
You don't antagonize the wolf-like pack
With a heartfelt look of intense scorn
They'll take revenge, they may attack
I steel my heart, can't afford to mourn.
Now, I don't know for sure
Can's collapse that quantum wave
But in my mind that scorn endures
when icebergs surface, who can save?
Book lovers everywhere would understand
how special this tower of books read here stands.
In the new year, they'll be donated and find new homes.
AP: Honorable Mention 2025
When Leonard says “Sh!” the entire library is silent as a church.
The first time I saw this Lion-brarian, my heart gave a wild lurch.
Who is checking out books? I whispered to another 4th grade friend.
The Lion-brarian was next to me, and I thought my life would end.
I said “Sh!” Leonard said, and this time it felt like a threat.
That was six years ago, and I have not been back yet.
behind the plastic barrier,
behind the black mask,
behind the goggles,
behind the paper bag,
behind closed eyes,
behind snorkel,
behind chaste lips,
muffled but cheery,
“hello!”
two eyes peer out
from cut out holes,
like the unknown comic -
a peerless booking.
perhaps, chaps,
the pandemic lasts
and lasts,
with a song and a dance -
a gong-tastic self-checkout.
You have my eyes but not my heart
This part of my life you play this part
The vision of loveliness that I call art
The part of my happiness beginning to start
With you my emotions are held high
My attitude of excitement can reach the sky
A smile inside me and open sigh
All because of the beauty close near by
Your smile is a sunrise a perfect day
I long to see this precious maid
My swing does reach it’s perfect sway
Back and forth without delay
This pleasure in which I find myself
Comes with a joy kept on my shelf
I like the cards I dealt myself
looking at you and nothing else
For a few stolen moments I play pretend
And love you with a love without end
Longing to hold you without it being sin
Hiding what might be a smile or a grin
Oh how I wish that I were a god
And with powers I’d favor my winning odds
Win you, your arms, your laying down
And wear you like you were my crown
You have my eyes but not my heart
The part of life I wish would start
But the end of day bids us depart
And certain satisfaction fills my cart
There she is
The librarian
Not old not young
But secretarian
Made the way she looks
Looks everyday
Not to be stared at
But I find her that way
Very astute behind the desk
Patiently waiting
For any request
Very attractive
In her own way
Her walk her smile
Her everyday
I walk in and see her
And my heart does sway
The direction of dreams
Fantasies way
Her hair her curves
Her full display
A lady of honor
Above dismay
The look of her
I write of today
I give to all women
And to them I say
Thanks for the feeling
you gave me today
The walking art piece
For the world displayed
The pleasure of eyes
Like music to the ears
The smell of a sweet fragrance
The taste of sweetness gives
The feelings I live
I take from what you give
The satisfaction of seeing her
again and again
(Writen this day while feeling this way)
a canvas filled in tomes & books-
this Bibliothec with abstract looks
Super sleuth detective ghost cat kept her ideas to herself.
Her sidekick, ghostly ghost’s eyes wandered down every shelf.
The library’s moss tree was snoring as loudly as any buzz saw.
Ghost walkers rolled their eyes, whispering lah dee dah.
The librarian was on vacation, so the fey were bound to play.
Enjoying mysterious moments before she returned on Tuesday.
Liberator from confinement and control
Inspiration to grow wings and fly to worlds unknown
Bright star which we aspire to be
Rich source of knowledge
Astonishing others causing immitation
Refreshing part of the day
Important part of every life
Amazing traveler of dimensions
Never leaving my memory or my heart no matter to which world I travel
The Woman is A Danish
And married to A Scottish
But often heard in English:
Language she speaks with relish…
But the Rather Stand-Offish:
At times slippery like Fish
Or like things one wouldn’t wish,
For example Leaf-Filled Dish
To be served Vegetarian
Or Flesh to a Barbarian…
A Thief-Catching Librarian
And Confirmed True Lutheran!
Luscious librarian in lingerie lifting lemons on her laceration
Curiously classified texts are deemed completely conniving with affirmation.
Euphoric ergonomics easing established efficiency expert’s excitement.
Reluctant research rabbit is reminiscing about respectable replacement.
Culpable coalition is curiously creative yet cautious.
Tinkering tattle tales trust readily researched missives as responsible
Dramatic assessment of library’s assets leads to rebate of raspberry series.
Librarian’s granite faced boss demands retraction from newspaper
After news story of luscious lingerie-loving librarian living in library breaks.
An auburn glow
of freckled comeliness
not young not old
a little thick set
like a mature cat
When we pass a book
between us
our fingertips withdraw
scalded by small print
The room is crowded
but it is far away
like a story in a closed volume
We are alone
beyond the codex of morality
We both know
that I want to lay her down
on this tiled civic floor
to imprint a passion
upon a mute press
There is an understanding
a regard
that fast birds
and slow elephants have
for mutual journeys
I envision
her creamy thighs
lofted high
her sensible skirt
pulled over her head
as we grunt sotto voce
between aisles K to Q
Bookworm
watches book-thief
steal soul meat.
LOUD LIBRARIAN
And the deaf librarian is too loud.
She slings a piercing shrill into the crowd.
The books fly off shelves.
Do they blame themselves?
The Library of Congress, she’d have wowed!
2/19/2018
The librarian walked a dusty road.
Heading for the rodeo.
Her glasses on
The tip of her nose
And her hair curled in a bun.
She finally took a seat,
Barely taking the heat.
But in the mix
Of all these things
She was called out to the ring.
She climbed up on
The electronic bull
Hoping she could bare
Gravities great pull.
The bull tossed her,
And slung her to the dirt.
And forced the librarian
Back to her books.
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