Long Hotel Poems
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He asked many people.
And sought the wisdom
Of wise people .
Because it has the ability
To teach and educate
He cited cerro gordo
as a perfect cite to
Build a college.
To recreate something that
Once existed and give life
Back to an area were the
Ancient secrets of yesterday
Can teach and educated students
Of today and tommorrow.
He saw schools of carpentry, masonry,
Plumbing, culinary, hotel management,
Clothes making, theater, jewelery making,.
Tourism, business administration, medical
Drone college, terrafugia and jetoptera
Creating traffic and logistics to remodernize
Areas reelctrifcatiin and machine college.
Desert farming and water harvesting, and realestate.
Greenhouses, helping people means educating them.
Travelling on the road for business gets old fast. The inside of one hotel room starts to look the same as another in any town you name. When you travel by yourself it becomes even more mundane. Customers, clients and/or prospects all have their own after-work lives waiting for them and seldom include you in their plans. So, as you depart at the end of the business day you are on your own, in a strange town.
You do get used to exploring cities, towns and suburbs on your own. You figure out how to avoid always eating in the hotel restaurant and you master the art of dining alone. For men like Josh, that usually meant eating at the restaurant bar. Even though he seldom ordered a beer, wine or other alcoholic beverages, the bartenders were always a willing party to chat with and enjoy some semblance of human interaction.
On this particular occasion, the trip was even more difficult than usual because Josh was having trouble at home with his wife. Whereas, some may think it a blessing to remove yourself from the situation, it just made Josh feel even more lonely not being able to talk to her to try to work things out. So, after putting on his happy and buoyant work-face all day to keep the customer satisfied, Josh donned his fedora and walked out the front doors of the high-rise office complex onto the crowded and lonely city streets.
The fedora was a relatively new addition to Josh’s wardrobe. Not many men wear fedoras any more. Josh’s wife thought he would look good in the hat and surprised him with it as a Christmas present six months ago. Josh was still getting used to wearing the hat, but received many compliments on his appearance while wearing it.
Without even bothering going back to his hotel room, Josh slowly strolled around the city streets lost in thought about the situation with his wife and wondering how they might resolve the loss of passion, the loss of caring and the loss of love in their relationship. Finally, he stepped inside the doors of an enticing pub to get himself some dinner.
The bar in this particular establishment had plenty of stools available to pick from. Josh sat down on one and placed his fedora on the empty stool next to him. On this evening, Josh started off by ordering a beer.
Don't by me designer clothes, don't give me precious stones, don't need none of that. Take me for a walk on the beach by the cove. I want to feel the rocks beneath my toes.
Don't want to live in a mansion where fake people dwell.
Don't want to rent the penthouse in some fancy hotel.
Build me a shack that has a big wooden beam.
With a large front porch by a flowing stream.
Make me a hammock swinging from a tree.
We will lay in it together just you and me.
Don't want to eat in exclusive restaurants where I cant be myself.
filled with self – important people flaunting their wealth.
Lets sit on a blanket and eat under a shady tree.
Where time is not our master and we can be who we want to be.
Don't want to go shopping in luxury boutiques
Don't want to walk the streets of Champs -Elysees
Don't need no possessions to make me feel good.
Sit me amongst the wild flowers in some over grown wood.
Don't need anyone's approval, don't need to impress
Don't need my nails done don't need no fancy dress.
All the money in the world doesn't make you rich, don't you see,
love is all you need, and its within you and me.
The affairs I had while we exchanged messages and winks,
were kept from you for unmentionable, selfish reasons...
hiding behind secrets hurts when they are not told;
will they ever be known to all as any unspoken, shameful word?
I was such a pretentious guy faking smiles,
making you see Heaven with pretty butterflies...
didn't you sense that something wasn't quite right,
didn't you want to know the fear of what it was all about?
The attractive women I softly touched left their perfumed scent
on this skin and these clothes, even lipstick on these cheeks as I left
that candle-lit hotel room, promising them to return on another evening...
many signs you missed, or didn't see them as too threatening.
I should blame you for not letting my secrets surface on a sea of lies,
all you cared for was passionate touches and endless, sensual nights;
and 'although your suspicions were unfounded, your doubts remained...
oh, deceived lover, how could you have not felt the touch of a cold hand?
All that I have confessed without shame was too unspeakable yesterday,
but today you have come face to face with this plain truth as hard as clay:
you looked to me as someone honest and kind, filling your fantasies with fancy words;
had you been more aware: you would have told me that hiding behind secrets hurts!
Thomas Jeffrey Hanks
Mr. Thomas Jeffrey Hanks,
Passionately pursued his dreams at our expense,
If he is not to be found, bets assured to take it to the banks
When Hollywood is around, gone is our friend, Mr. Thomas Jeffrey Hanks.
Tom Hanks has known, "To be or not to be,"
When a celebrity of sorts he see,
He breaks the bell team,
And does his routine,
By hand signals, and in mute mode, "Pick me."
His goofiness, loved by us, hotel staff,
Glad to know him then, darn, still makes me laugh.
Tom's talent was ground coffee, and sweet cream,
That was the balance to follow his dream.
2019 August 26
Heart ache, a road break off route sixty-six
Over each river and every state line
Tour bus travellers all finding their fix
Everyone hyphened is heightened this time
Lost luggage losing it's share of the light
American dreams with shutters pulled down
Memphis blues music feels alright tonight
Elvis themed runners surprising the town
Rocky road blue grass fades slowly away
In between cities and one horse places
Cocktail umbrellas recall brighter days
Appreciating these world weary faces
Neighbours, travellers, old lovers and friends
Ask for directions to where this tale ends.
I loved my life on the fish quay,
among the fisherman's bays,
Just to be involved in fish,
And learn a skill that pays.
Filleting fish all-day long,
For chefs with Michelin stars,
Local chippies,hotel chains, bistros and certain bars.
Some people could not stand the smell ,
of fish upon your clothes,
No matter how much soap you use,
the smell is in your pores.
We had our local fishing boats ,
sell there produce everyday,
A great selection of North Sea fish ,
caught just outside the bay.
Crabs and lobster all alive ,
We'd grade and place in tanks,
Dover sole and halibut,
so fresh and stiff as planks.
A holiday weekend
With nothing but rain
Gives so many a solid
Excuse to complain.
All those outdoor events
At a park or a beach
Will, because of the weather,
Be way out of reach.
Those who rented a cottage
Or booked a hotel
Might be bummed that their plans
Won’t be going so well.
Yes, the roads may be flooded
And temps much too cool
To show off your new bathing suit
Down by the pool
Yet, there’s tennis to watch
Or there’s reading a book
And, aside from the grill,
There are more ways to cook.
Still, it is disappointing
When plans that you’ve made
Have to change because Nature
Rained on your parade.
How can I mingle with the poor, I’m a millionaire,
My intellect superior,
And the masses inferior.
I am a street sweeper, my name is Jane,
Passers by think I’m insane,
I am the sole earner in a family of five.
I have been voted in as a president,
Those idiots out there, who stand for hours,
Just to wave to me in heat, snow or showers.
I am an un-qualified plumber, I fix toilets and drains,
The hoi polloi insinuate I have no brains,
But it pays a doctor, and feeds us our daily bread.
I sing at concerts, I fill halls and sport stadiums,
Fans love me and know I’m a treat,
Four thousand dollars for a front seat.
I am a train driver and get home very late,
Dinner always on the table prepared by my mate,
My salary is meager but my heart full of faith.
I am a film producer and bring starlets to fame,
Nothing’s changed, they climb ladders as yesteryear,
Come here and do as I say, good girl, what a dear.
I live on this block and get paid for my tricks,
My mom died of drugs, and my dad from drink,
I was left holding the proverbial baby.
I am a porter and carry bags for the rich and famous
My work environment is a 5 Star hotel,
My digs in the back yard of a dump, with a bad smell.
MY INSPIRATION FOR THIS POEM
Did you watch the film ‘Don’t look up’
Where the rich ruled the roost,
And a comet hits and destroys planet earth,
Well, the film ends with the elite on a plane,
Anyone with wealth, power, or fame,
Flying to a destination unknown to the world,
Far from earth, a paradise they thought,
As they came down the plane stairs,
Filthy rich, all billionaires
Met by prehistoric dinosaurs
Who devour them, tearing all to pieces,
All life that descends from that plane, ceases.
Karma it seems does exist,
As depicted in this film script.
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disco ball
don't be alarmed
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and again
in yourn dome
yourn favorite hotel
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within yourn dome's
think
you spy the poet staring
unto hiz left
i'm certain to yournself
the painful
bent
yet
there her'z were
thus
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theirn went