Long Motel room Poems

CHANDRA
		  
Down to my last dollar, staring at the floor,
As lonely near two million as on Sable Island’s shore.
Another grey Toronto day, the saddest I had known,
No place now to lay my head, so...

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This is a dire warning that I am issuing to all of you as a Watch woman on the Wall! There was a young boy who was able to see into hell and hear many...

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Its your Halloween rave, having your mascaraed
With all your best friends from back in the day
Liz Lauren and Blake and while they're dressed like skanks
I'm on the front line of battle
Howlin like jackle with A...

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Into Darkness She Had So Sadly And Swiftly Fallen
( A Very Sad Tale With No Fairytale Ending )

There in the dark cold room, emptiness and sorrow
Hung like a noose awaiting its next dying soul
Like youth...

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Me barber’s still one of them blokes who lives the school of old,
using methods quite old fashioned to what modern trends unfold,
so with scissors, clippers, hot towel, then lathered with a brush,
he’ll shave you with...

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There were reasons we shouldn’t be together,
There were reasons we should have stayed apart,
But no reason could ever reason
With the passions brewing in our heart.

She was married to the mayor,
The richest man in our town,
I...

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When a class is boring, the air can feel close and rebreathed - not a comfortable feeling for a COVID child. When the class is finally over, it’s like you’ve escaped something.

Did you know an...

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He sang sweet songs, sweet needle point lullabies
His eyes were crystalized, their awestruck blackness ate me whole
I stayed mesmerized by his carelessness and smooth complexion
He spit ease and promised comfort
His perversions helped to define me
He...

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I welcome
the grogginess.
That dulling of my senses.
Until the walls turn to hazy grey.
My hand coming in and out of focus.
Another two fingers of whiskey 
swirling in my glass.
“Bottoms up”
making short work of a Fifth.
“99 bottles...

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A Day Late but not forgotten
By Franklin Price
08/19/2023

Nineteen months and a day ago, my Barbara left this life
She was my muse, my lover, was my darling and my wife.
I'm in a Louisiana motel room, writing...

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eternal enemy run for cover
we have caught up to your hide and seek game
the control cables have all been mapped
far beyond the billowy seaweed tangles
and the monumentalized insignificances
payday is just around the corner boss
the best...

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These old boots, they've sure been around. They don't know where their goin' but they sure know where they've been. Drinkin' Corona and dancing with a Mexican Senorita in Jaurez, the smell of perfume and...

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Philipians1:3-14

The things that have happened to me have turned out for the furtherance of the 
Gospel.

Simple acts of kindness. 

As I sit here in my motel room teetering on the edge of homeless I can...

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“Preacheth”

Simpler version is better. As in the poem so is the days of our lives. The Congregation wants 
the King James Version. The Preacher wants the NIV New International Version. The Hobo 
comes in the...

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On the San Francisco waterfront the sun is going down 
Upon a well-heeled journeyman fresh in from out of town. 
The sky's been drained of color to a somber shade of gray
As a new day...

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Driving up to the restroom stop for a break,
I slowly got out stretching my achey legs,
this was one long drive during the holidays,
driving up north to see some family in the rain,

After the bathroom went...

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Halloween is coming; there’ll be candy in the rooms
And the witches ride reconnaissance; up there on those brooms.
   Underneath the overpass; the trolls plan out attacks;
   It’s like fishing in a...

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Dark And Tragic, When Fate Sets Its Black Hand To Decide


Icy cold had invaded, her heart became a hard frozen tomb
Never again would she allow love to penetrate its new armored shells
That night she had...

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Somewhere in a lonely bedroom a little child prays to the Lord,
Lord, please bring my daddy home and let our little home Sir please be restored.
She said Lord my daddy drinks too much and that...

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I knew a clown who never smiled,
He’d lost his wife and little child.
No matter how hard he’d try, his smile now always pointed down,
No laughter could he bring about, this saddened man they call a...

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That is not how one conducts herself, 
silently boiling to himself muttering, 
he watched her shameless display 
to an audience of lecherous men. 

Careless and licentious she was 
to use her body quite that openly
and...

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1.)

I read a poem about a dream and so, I try to 
track my dreams, I try to catch them in my pillow case.
All night- I flip back to back, flippantly- up and down.
Keeping a...

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REALLY !

I was enjoying perusing men’s shirts at my regular thrift store ~ my husband had a million shirts but in my little head you could never have too many. That afternoon I had met...

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To the memory of my brother

Sometimes,
I sit all alone 
And think of you.

I close my eyes-
Close them tightly
And remember sitting beside you on those wooden buses that only Apia still has
I see you lying on...

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Cuddled, and warm,
Secure in your room,
Hopefully cleared of the days dark gloom,
And luckiest of all, those with a loving arm
to surround your chest,
Maybe legs entwined, with thoughts
of midnight emotion...
So peaceful to sleep,,
As a motel room...

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