Long Hall Poems
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Early September rain
A dampened sidewalk,
Wet leaves lead me back
To blackboards and chalk
The wood of the desks
Cupboards along the wall,
Fresh, clean and simple
Newly awakens it all
The lessons learned
Countless memories made,
A moment forgotten ...
I'm back in fourth grade
The sharpened pencils
The crayon's shaving,
Add up to the many
Aromas worth saving
Pink erasers, notebooks
A new binder that year,
The scent of paper when
An open book is near
The paints, the markers
Linger on in my mind,
And those stickers ...
The scratch 'n sniff kind
Spaghetti ... or lasagna
Drifts down the hall,
From the lunchroom
Caused excitement for all
The chocolate milk ...
I would always pick it,
Came in paper cartons
And bought with a ticket
Quiet, sun - filled skies
Meant recess for us,
Remembered radio songs
Going home on the bus
New shoes laced up
Ready for mornings cool,
And all of it brings me
Right back to school.
I used to dream.
Wished upon many stars that my Knight would come, rescue me.
Save me from the wicked witch of depression, fill an emptiness felt within.
Then I woke, realized what an illusion.
I am my own Knight, I have rescued my own soul.
I have released myself of the dark, cold dungeons.
It was I who escaped alone.
No one waiting on the other side.
To race me away to a brighter side.
The wicked witch of depression is once again trying to reappear.
She thinks since I have aged, I am weak.
I will conquer her once again.
The whispers of loneliness I hear echoing within are the wicked witch’s way to find control, to find a weakness, to take hold.
I will cleanse her from my soul. I will watch, see her banished from my dreams.
Her poisons will not sit in the hollows of my hall
Her minions, her evil wizards that follow me in the guise of love, I vanquish to their own nightmare.
With my loyal dragon by my side I will keep my freedom, I will continue to fly.
Moonlight tango
It was a Saturday night, in Buenos Aires, 10:30pm, to be exact. It was a hot summers night, and you could see, and feel, the steam rising from the cobblestone street, here in La Boca barrio*. This is where it all began over a hundred years ago, and you can still see pictures of tangos faded heroes of yesteryear hanging on the walls.
The tango hall was packed with caballeros* in their suits and suspenders, and the damas* dressed in their red dresses, and stiletto heels. Still feels like the roaring 20's fedora hats and all! With a glance, and a flick of his baton, the orchestra leader motions to the bandoneon* player to begin, and so he starts dum dum dum, dum dum, dum dum dum.
The men tilt their fedoras slightly to one side, and stride ever so elegantly across the hall to pick their partner, and together they glide over the black and white checkered marble tile dance floor. The moonlight filters through the skylights, illuminating the smokey haze, that permeates the Milonga* hall.
The dancers have their gazes fixed on each other, and they move and glide to the incessant syncopated rhythm of the bandoneon. The violins and cellos join in with their plucking sound matching the tempo of 2-4 time. The dancers are dancing chest to chest, and then cheek to cheek, moving and gyrating, in time to the beat. As the tempo picks up the pace, arms and legs entwine, and then separate and entwine again. Spinning and twirling, strutting and whirling, they dance into a frenzy, at a frenetic speed, all the while staring with a look of love, (or at least of passionate desire) and what else would you expect to see dancing the moonlight tango?
* La Boca barrio- downtown neighborhood where tango was born
*Caballero(s)-gentleman(men)
*Damas- Ladies
*Milonga- tango dance hall
*Bandoneon- Small accordion style instrument.
John Derek Hamilton
February 07,2017
she is so crazy,
sometimes lazy,
also naughty,
and many a time knotty
she laughs when someone's sad.
I get embarrassed and go mad,
and tackle the situation by saying"laughter,
the best medicine" and I perform like a best actor;
She cries when someone's happy
Again, I feel very crappie
and say"He he...It's happy tears"
Oh!Her craziness gets worse every year
Her iniquity plays at her peak,
especially in the exam hall,when I ask
to recall the answer for a question,
She starts humming film songs
When I am disinclined to converse,
she starts speaking verses.
when I am inquisitive to speak,
she keeps mum and makes me freak.
When I decide to see good in bad people,
she recalls the things done by those evils.
When I awfully hate someone,
she evoke their good things done.
At the end of the day, she complains,
"You did nothing today, no gain,
You are worthless, nothing"
And I say: "You are responsible for everything"
She never hears me
and she never agrees
because,
she is so crazy,
sometimes lazy,
also naughty,
and many a time knotty
The pool hall was dimly lit
smelling of cigarettes and money
the regulars sitting around telling jokes
which none of them are ever funny
over the next twenty-four hours
the jungle will have many stories to tell
some will be about great shots
others about wife's giving them hell
Walking towards the far end of the pool room
you could see pictures of famous players
hanging slightly crooked on a wall near the back
stuck in a cheap frame and frozen in time
was a 5 by 10 glossy of Minnesota fats
he was wearing a pinstripe suit along with his trademark rose
he's pictured with a handful of hundreds
from an unknowing sucker I suppose.
As closing time nears
tables get brushed and floors get cleaned
the attendant hangs up the pool sticks
and unplugs a noisy pinball machine
So, in the wee hours of the morning
after everyone has left
the attendant practices, he's getting better
wanting to be the best
but for now, things remain neutral
in the land of felt and money
the regulars will check in around nine
and the hustlers looking to make some easy money.
I carved a circle on the ground to search for a new path to go home, I carved a circle on the ground to find where destiny is bound. I stand on the circle time and it keeps taking me around and around, there is no end to this puzzle because the circle is unbroken.
You cannot pull a 360-degree circle apart because there is no point where it starts; you cannot pull a 360-degree circle apart when the Persian calendar and the Babylonian calendar use sexagesimal number.
This circle is a binding force that keeps pounding at you, you go to the grocery store and the shopkeeper keeps asking for more. You go to the concert hall and you have to put up with a terrible brawl, and then the agitated guest keeps stepping on your shoe, pacing backward and forth without a single clue.
The circle is everywhere but you have nothing to fear; the circle is everywhere and if you go to the top of the street and take the right angle it will lead you back to the left angle.
It is the radius that keeps us together and the arc that connects and mystifies our mind and a visual subdivision that connects us to the land.
The Babylonians made a gift out of it and the Americas find it hard to accept it, the British and the Germans are catching on but the Russians and the Chinese are still wandering, moving around in a 360 degree circle
The equilateral triangle is in there too watching and talking about me and you .The Babylonians have everything on you from crock-pot to a table mat and from a bicycle to a tricycle. You have to examine your circle for every piece of evidence that you can find will clear my name from the grape vine.
The circle is big and it can see you from the hill it is moving in different direction and mapping the minute particle on the land.
Your country is a dot on the map and the circle is all that you have got’, sometime the circle goes on a long ride and the decimal point is all you can find. The subset is made of two overlapping circles. and right in the middle is where they place the bet. But the design on the library floor will take you through the final door, follow the circle.
It was a special day and he’d hardly said his vows
When some gory militants struck in the northern part,
The groom’s suit he replaced with the soldier’s uniform
And the merry radiance faded to reflect his troubled heart.
As the journey north spiraled into the prickly thickets
He still heard the cheery songs cut short by the duty’s call,
The charm of his newly-wed’s kiss hung on his drying lips
And still could hear the echoing claps of those in the hall.
“The soldier’s portion is as bitter as gall…”
He thought as the precarious road got rougher.
The soldier must pay for the civilians’ peace,
By being self-denying, and sacrificially tougher.
And so our soldier and his mates were ambushed
By the enemy fire that caught them by surprise.
The newly-wed wife anxiously awaited the news
Of the operation that led to her hubby’s demise.
This unfortunate guy’s fate is what a soldier daily faces
Simply to guarantee the civilian the happiness he chases.
from: "Dear Men and Women", by John Hall Wheelock:
(in memory of Van Wyck Brooks)
"...I have learned it from them at last, who am now grown old
A happy man, that the nature of things is tragic
And meaningful beyond words, that to have lived
Even if once only, once and no more,
Will have been -- oh, how truly -- worth it."
We, the aged, often have borne
that ultimate separation --
death; or, worse for some,
banishment to dementia
or to a dreaded exile
at any generic "home"
where visitors rarely enter
and hurry to depart.
Left with our diminished
dim impressions, we all --
confused -- recall old errant
conversation, guided gossip
in half-remembered settings
to which we surviving few
paid scant attention. But now
those places, long abandoned,
all assume unmistakable
purpose: marking for us
the decreasing distance
from our individual fated
final final destinations.
Old Dogs and Children**
Woke up
always a plus.
Took care of business.
Found my teeth -
a must.
Brushed them…..off.
Made coffee
meditated on its scent
and promise.
Met the dog at the door
(no explanation necessary)
Made breakfast for two.
Exchanged greetings
grumps, grunts and
hugs with wife,
confidante and lover
(all at the same time)
Thought about-
-cutting the grass
-washing the truck
-bathing the dog
-planting some flowers
-colonizing the moon
Woke up - refreshed
Didn’t do any of the above.
Visited five month old granddaughter
-changed diapers
-pushed carriage
-sang songs
-Grandma fed her
-changed diapers
-played on floor(with baby)
-stayed on floor(to recover)
Returned home
Made coffee
meditated on its scent
and promise.
Met the dog – again.
Shared a quiet(?) supper.
Exchanged good nights
grumps, grunts and
hugs with wife,
confidante and lover.
John G. Lawless
5/15/2015
**with apologies to Tom T. Hall
Song title “Old Dogs, Children and Watermelon Wine
submitted to – Today I Accomplished – Poetry Contest
sponsor – Sara Kendrick
Love And Other Gambles
There is no gambling hall to fill that hole
That giant vacant vacuum you call your soul
There are no lotto tickets or tricks to mend your heart
Cold blood and venom make you what you are
Luck follows you in the dark
Where you call Jesus your best friend and then
Quick as lightning to step on Him
Crush His face while praying
And tell me to my face that Jesus is your savior
But behavior shows not the holy girl portrayed
Sin is your real favor and flavor of the day
I hope your luck holds out, with pretty face
And social graces in the lost and found
Where hooks and lures and smells of rotted fish and flesh abound
It is not nice or right or kind to use Christ as your favorite bait
I pray you find another fishing hole
Another gambling place to hang around
One that fills you up when you burn out
Perhaps a soul lurks there somewhere about