Long Sitting room Poems

The Haunted House
  
So vacuous this winding road
A rainy eve for man, not fit
As shivers course my dampened skin
My vehicle, this place does quit

When through the pines these eyes do spy
A silhouette of monstrous...

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I stand inside a ballroom that stretches long before me,
it is a sitting room right now, formal chairs and setees,
tall windows stretch ceiling to floor, twice as tall as a man,
with velvet drapes sent from...

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My lateness once more has caused me immediate damnation,
and my unstable state, a product of my lost attention.
Overcoming the limitation by doing three person's work at once
resulted to a failed manipulation
of compressing minutes' activities into...

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She was tidying up the food store,
then soon a mouse appeared on a shelf.
"What a cuuuute lil thing....." she whispered.
So touched by it's white fur and pink nose,
that she called her husband from the sitting...

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Only three of us now who knew
both sets of our grandparents.
The three of us, 96, 94 and 88,
how much time have we left?
There are sepia photos from the
old, first Brownie cameras, a few
portraits of some...

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Temperatures fall on this late September day

She paces, thousands of times, back and forth

along with the soft sounds of Lionel Ritchie playing

in the old sitting room,

the room where they spent many a night

lying in front...

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Just because we can’t concur
Doesn’t mean we can’t confer 
Yes, the world is in a mess
But that don’t make me Rudolph Hess

They state that soon in every street
There’ll be the stomp of booted feet
And yet...

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I wake up in the morning
and everyone around me is dreaming
of good old times and future smiles.
I move around, almost floating like a Phantom
and I stand in the middle of the hallway,
and the carpet tickles...

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Sleigh bells ring, do finish shopping, the countdown is on, 
Be kind enough to spare your precious hours two or more 
Being Indians, we’re quite new to this kind of celebration
Welcome to my “Holiday home”...

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No wonder snail keeps to its shell
And tortoise prefers its crap
Ocean homes fish exclusively
Balance diet makes no cage home for bird 
Nest is a chosen home for its kind

My bed
So spacious so comfortable
Spring-less but wood-strong-prove...

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The correlation between the bull and its southern identity,
most likely gives significance to its “calf land” description.
The labour room where renaissance was born
and historically grown through Michelangelo, Donatello, Da Vinci and others.

Finds great contentment in...

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The Kitchen Chair

I am a chair and speak for once I shall
 quiet no more  of my life I’ve seen.

This gift to speak, given to me only this day,
 I will my life’s ...

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A person full of Camp and Comedy,
But a serious man, too, you asure.

For example:
When you're punching the air
and i'm kissing another man somewhere.

You laugh about it, and I laugh.
That was filthy.
Filthy, filthy, boy and girl,...

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The house feels empty, now that your gone, your clothes are still in the cupboard as if your at home, the only place you would ever be, in the kitchen sitting across from me, I’d...

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TIME FOR A VACATION

It is my wife’s lifelong dream, a fairytale place a magic land :
The  small village of Rye  in Sussex , in southern England.

This is the heart of England, its bosom...

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The north wind blew and we were home
in front of a roaring fire amid perfumes 
of plum puddings, pies of spicy mince,
fruit cakes, marshmallows and eggnog.
All around the warm sitting room
colorful balloons, tinsel, and ribbons
lighted...

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You wouldn't like it here, Jeanie,
just look around;
funeral parlor--what a strange expression,
not at all like Mama's sitting room.
I've never seen most of these women,
must be professional mourners.
There stands Grace, acting the role,
counting how many the...

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Darkness overtakes brightness,
The sounds of shadows beigin to trumpet,
The brain scans,
Yet cannot describe the sightness.

The dreamland train horns,
Yet can't reach for departure,
Weakness and dead soul is all I feel,
Thinking not of tomorrow.

Deception is on its...

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When they carry me out of here, they’ll first have to take me from my bedroom to my sitting room, squeezing through the narrow hallway connecting the two, in order to then re-open the in-ward...

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Mama, mama, mama hey!
Mama, mama, mama ho!
Mama has a single room -
A single room my many rooms:
Dining room and sitting room;
Mama's room my living room.

Mama, mama, mama hey!
Mama, mama, mama ho!
Mama has a single bed...

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Nellie Gray Holland

1885 – 1899

I was never aware of the clock ticking
Or the spring spreading of the rose bud in my mother’s green garden.
I never saw the moonrise on a gray October night,
Or tasted the...

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I woke this morning
to the thick breath of heat,
a humid Sunday rising slow as regret.

The tulip tree leaves hung there,
backlit like stained glass in a forgotten chapel,
and beneath the sagging feeder,
a ragged pile of feathers—gray,...

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A crow from the mango tree sounds the coming of day,
Echoes of dogs whose barks mourn have faded with bell-notes of cattle that scavenge our backyards;
I hear brooms walking early to beckon cold dust that...

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I looked to the east
i looked to the west
i asked my door,
who did you let out?
I went to my bedroom
none was found.

My sitting room hosted me
in a lonely meeting.
My ceiling hung still and watches
my miserable...

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Friends from the Lutheran church got together,
We decided to hike on the Bruce Trail,

i walked with my friend Axel,
We were friends along the trail and we were completely quiet.

Traveled on the rugged terrain,
The scenery was...

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