LODGE
like an
old castle
we rowed boats and swam
explored long mountain trails -
felt old-fashioned ambiance
“at the famed Mohonk Mountain House”
(A sad lone voice whispers)
My old love
Loved shaking her crow blacked hair
As old daydreams tumbled around her
Like autumn leaves in the air
On any given day or night
Dreams of divinity
Of God and light
Like the first thing you see when you close your eyes at night
Temporal spaces filled with familiar faces
Crooning like nameless mockingbirds
Under a watchful moon
Dreams of us as a pair
Regale my eyes with surreal memories of us
Everywhere I now look since
God closed that Crimson Book
Us entwined at sea
Surrounded by floating red roses as seagulls watched
Laughing like playful innocent school children
Free from all fears and good behaviour
But now the
Ancient Ones have called at midnight to remind me
“Those who once laid entwined in their sea as their seagulls watched
Will soon get a visit
From The Midnight Hunters from The Black and Blue Lodge”
(C)
Copyright John Duffy
That’s’ what they do in Theo’s lodge:
All sorts of wrong papers forge;
There every nosing cop dodge,
Who’d rogues from hideouts disgorge…
In Theo’s lodge would hoodlums surge,
Sweet crime at all times their urge;
There, new forms of it emerge;
When ‘This Sin and 'That' they merge…
So, from Theo’s lodge start Crime Purge:
From the Brown Brick ‘Hoodlums’ scourge
A crushing band’s rudest nudge
And just watch all of them budge,
Who Nation’s currency mar,
Factory face change of a car…
With all sorts of wrongs go far!
old men
use fancy titles
lodge night
Sparkling, scorching sandy sea stones
Slaving steaming sweaty, silky skin.
Something was igniting between us.
At first I fought off the flames because I know what it feels like when the air gets too much and I wasn’t ready to be choked again.
So I held my breath for as long as I could, but even I couldn’t deny that this fire was becoming indistinguishable
So I took my hand down from my mouth.
Quickly I became engulfed in the flames and
All I could do now was to allow myself to let you in
and hope that I’d make it out alive.
neglected
once lamented
now graffiti
scrawled:
faded respectability
of
yesteryear and
outdated
taste:
now.
litter-strewn,
dusty
cold & musty
sepia like
in the late
Autumn
sun
Giraffes at Animal Kingdom Lodge
A great, long neck had a tall giraffe;
And when I did see made me laugh;
Bent to drink,
Each neck link,
Always causing me to crack in half.
Jim Horn
Just got back home after 7 nights at
Animal Kingdom Lodge at Disneyworld.
I sat there in the Buffalo Seat
To hear from Spirits from which I seek
Knowledge, wisdom & forgiveness of sins
When I bared my soul to let them in
Rocks, Water. In the dark sweating it out
Before my insides scream and shout
The first door opened blinding my eyes
But when they spoke I was not surprised
More Rocks, Water. In the dark sweating it out
Before my insides scream and shout
The second door opened and again they spoke
Upon their words I tried not to choke
More rocks, Water. In the dark sweating it out
Before my insides scream and shout
When the third door opened it caught my breath
Not knowing how close I was to death
More rocks, Water. In the dark sweating it out
Before my insides scream and shout
When the fourth door opened I was amazed
So peaceful, quiet. Not feeling so crazed.
No more rocks, water and sweating it out
Insides no longer feel the need to scream and shout
After the fourth door go over to the fire
Sacrifice and pray for what I aspire
From the sweat lodge the gifts I received
Only came to me because I believed
At dusk the Native and I
Went into the woods to gather
Sticks for starting the fire
For baptizing the sacred stones.
One limb I found inhabited
With crawling insects;
The Native said, "Put that one back.
Somebody lives there."
I realized I was a guest
Of the Natives and the woods.
The lodge its had its moments
A real mix of good and bad
I can't pretend that leaving there
Didn't really make me sad
Departments everyday is tough
But you try give it your all
Then football on a Wednesday
That's if we have a ball
The house is full of personalities
Respect it is a must
But you can meet some good friends there
Especially if you've dust
From TV room to kitchen
There's certain things you'll hear
Have you any roll ups
Or bleeding more aware
Comradary between your Coolmine brothers
Is a feeling you can not buy
They'll support you if your lonely
Or if you need to cry
The lads I done my program with
In sadness and in fun
I've nothing but love and gratitude
For each and every one
Still night broken by call of soul owl
watching over the lodge of my father's brother.
The next world awaits my uncle.
His walking clothes prepared.
His feather oiled to a brave sheen.
Knife freshly sharpened in beaded sheath.
He calls to owl. I'm ready.
The women begin the journey chant.
My father dances with joy tears.
3/30/14
In somewhere in
Sure you have candy fabric lodge
Factory for the love
Within lips you supply syrup, love taste
With flavor of red
And sweet strawberry
That chocolate scent
Is that calls of the heart
That Breast of apricot sunny
Ripe and finest fruits of the summer
In fair duel with affection
Look to attention
Hazel eyes honey jar
And they know how to jog my heart
And I know the praise for the king
Is prize hidden – in, that nectar
Of the soul
Cocktail of summer
With cherry
Ice-cream with jelly
So you my candy Queen,
so sweet and delicate
Welcome to the Lodge of Hope
A fine staff awaits your meeting
Courage and faith are introduced
As virtue upholds the greeting
Diagnosis for extended stay
Prep with knowledge of chemical war
Reflecting on acquaintance familiar
My dear mom lodged here months before
Festive parties invite kind reception
Embrace found in song’s revelry
Catching streamers of social confetti
Entertainment eludes life’s injury
Friendship courts a thanksgiving spirit
Radiating beams that fuse plans for a cure
Wreaths of holly adorn three shiny heads
As best wishes tap dance through the door
Restoration served with affection
When a New Year kneels to the floor
Covered with timeless impressions
Left to foster the guests before
Aid through local perspective
Proves beneficial still
As traumatic events integrate
Preserving courage and goodwill
Carry homeward inspiration
Gently wrap and lace with rope
A memento of reflections
Presented in the Lodge of Hope
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