Long Lodgings Poems

It was Christmas Eve and I was at the airport,
Not a soul in sight, almost deserted, it was 10.00 pm,
Only two hours before Christmas day,
Perhaps if I got on a plane, I would see Santa...

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             Her adorned stars, crackling overhead 
                ...

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Terence a Griffiths of Tyrone or Leitrim!
Did he know but later of 1820 he would be there born
A Flax Grower a renter from landlords of Lord Leitrim's domain
To thresh and sack and cloth and sow...

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I was a wayward traveler on Interstate 15 (I-15) near Mexico
Traveling at night–Creepy,spooky, eerie on US border in San Diego County 
Tired and sleepy I looked for lodgings, shelter didn't know where to go
Passing motels...

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NB - familiarity with the pronunciation of the British place names in this poem is essential to comprehend some of the lines - and to ensure the tongue twisting effect in parts.

The Seven Siren Sisters...

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She sits at a window,
that faces the park
the daylight is fading,
to almost dark.
It’s almost deserted
as people return
to their flats and houses
to find the warm.

She glimpses through raindrops
on the window pane,
hearing the rush
of a long-distance train,
and...

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As March sets in people are eager to work in their rural gardens and fields,
The earth turns up fresh and mellow and there is beauty in its very blackness,
Flowers are fast springing in the boarders,...

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As March sets in people are eager to work in their rural gardens and fields,
The earth turns up fresh and mellow and there is beauty in its very blackness,
Flowers are fast springing in the boarders,...

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On Halloween, I heard of a guesthouse
advertising stays in a haunted house.
Spend one night, get a year's lodgings for free,
I was sure it was mere hyperbole.

Its decrepit looks failed to frighten me,
so I decided to...

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I twist and turn, I grasp and grab.
Is there any foothold?
Any crevice or jutting edge 
That my fingers may find lodgings?
The wind zips past me in cold blasts,
Sucking along what lil’ air my nostrils find.
I...

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sometimes wonder how many dark chapters are lost between the glitter of the details,
Flowers of the most beautiful bloom lay dead while artificial wreaths are being twined,
And how much do you think a poor man...

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Incineration; it is his living wish.
The urn will be a plain oblong box,
        He will be boxed.

The wooden package will be sent
as only a temporary accommodation,
  ...

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Every few weeks he would move
from one rented room to another.

He and his tartan suitcase
would travel one stop
on the London Underground
to find a corner shop.

Corner shops
were where elephants went
to find advertisements for lodgings.
The city had...

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Nestled deep in the tawny, drab woodland
Sedate cottage neither haughty nor grand
Sparse hovel of unassuming, itinerant brigand
Martial decor of detached highwayman starkly bland
The etched path sculpted by intemperate hand
No manicured garden on the scrubby strand
Briers...

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Along the Muskerry Light Railway
One can watch the flowers bloom
It will not be much longer now
’Til the old town of Macroom

Arriving at the station
Collecting bags from overhead
To depart I am too keen
After all it is...

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The lamp outside my lodgings cut through fog of dirty grey,
I donned my coat and hat ready to start another day.
The sound of hooves on cobbles meant my transport was at hand
I stepped onto the...

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All within the taiga glade,
Their raiments gilt in comely shades,
The burgess shrives vagrant souls.
A garth of god for men alow.

Whereinto the roots may grow,
We wayfarers may never know,
For we waltz twixt sky and earth-
Domain of...

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I spent a night in Somnia
which put me to the test
The lodgings were luxurious
but I could find no rest

They said it was a quiet town
I fell for all their ploys
And all the stupid sheep I...

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A kaleidoscope of shapes and colors
Flash through my mind, myriads of magic,
Impressions coloring this mystical world
That is the future, another place in time
Calling to me with voices from silence,
To return from my exploration of earth's
Vast...

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Mind; that nebulous cloud,
is not what we suppose it to be.
It is not between our ears or eyes,
that is merely a rented room.
Its lodgings are everywhere.

Mind may reside in a starry hotel
circling a solar plexus,
but...

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My heart refunding is the pay
the poet with her will, not stray
accost my Faith, but don't delay
God as my vestige meters stay!

To write it not, but think the day
goes on no fetish,  fools would...

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The rough sleepers 
keeping diaries of
near misses and 
misadventures
staying alone and alive
living on their wits
eschewing assistance 
except 
from the social and
the occasional good
Samaritan. 

Jesus plays his part,
free tea in the park
meals at the mission
seems god...

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The desert holds a certain beauty rare.
A little rain will make the flowers grow.
For sleeping seeds that lay there dormant bare
can rise up showing wondrous colors so.
For ever changing dunes that wild wind blows
against the...

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Most things men do secretly in darkness
Will soon be clearly revealed in daylight.
His uttered private words become careless
Common conversations. The deeds he recites
Today in the corners of his lodgings
Are shouted on every street tomorrow.
The closet...

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