Use my room document for the night
Then return my room key and insurance documents to me by hand
Hanover Maryland
Categories:
reservations, adventure, america,
Form: Free verse
Dining and Wine sipping lovers
Like a Red Rose to think of
Evening of elegance
Beauty and Harmony
Tone of the night through avion
Food quality delight
Music making everything alright
Dance of two of eyes facing in a trance
Swirl and circle
Kiss highlight
A date of all time
Full Moon watch
Stars advance
Feeding romance
Reservation and atmosphere being the right place at the right time
A Man and his women being worthwhile together
Reservations granted
The kiss reserved in climax
Five Star quality
Total excellence
Categories:
reservations, appreciation, care, character, desire,
Form: Free verse
An itsy bitsy spider
Is waiting for the rain
To drip its final droplets down
So she can weave her web again.
Next time she'll choose a better spot
Than that worn-out water spout.
It was damp and cramped
And the sun could never quite
Completely dry it out.
This web she'll string between two trees,
A fat oak and one much thinner.
Then with lacey, lethal table set,
The patient spider will wait some more
To see who'll drop by for dinner.
Categories:
reservations, humor,
Form: Light Verse
Reservations 1
David J Walker
Why is this a town in the middle of nowhere
Why is my map glowing
Why are there no vacancies
Why isn’t the river flowing in any direction
Every window board up
Every pain broken
Every door locked shut
Rustic isolation
The highway ends at a bus stop
The train tracks fade into darkness
A dirt road runs deep into a steep one-way trek west
A lone cotton gin spins fabric into the wind
An old translucent specter watching
Wonders if I will stay for dinner
He knows I am not from around here
Without a name on a local headstone
I smile and whisper in my head
I’m just passing through
So was I he replied
As he faded into an unseen yesterday
A thousand miles away
Why isn’t the river flowing
Categories:
reservations, allegory,
Form: Free verse
They where hunter gatherers at one with the land,
They thanked mother earth with song and dance,
Occasionally another tribe would raid and kill,
Years they lived on the land with customs and traditions
The head was the chief beloved by all,
Happy .... not knowing what was to come.
White man came they wanted their land,
White man spoke with folk tongue signing treats they didnt keep,
They eradicated whole groups to get their way,
The natives not expected to fight back,
When they did they where called savages.
The whites called them indians a derogative name when all is said and done,
Shoved on reservations their traditions outlawed,
Their children shoved in white mans schools they didnt want to go,
For years it's been that way a tragedy to behold,
Soon their ways will be forgotten,
Native Americans true people of the land.
Categories:
reservations, betrayal, culture, freedom, native
Form: Free verse
Your concepts of hygiene are questionable
Showering before work is a viable solution
We live in a civilization with rules and soap
Caveman ways are no longer acceptable
As your boss I have to be clear
We value you at the lowest level
Your performance of late is poor
Let me come straight to the point
You are no longer employed with us
That is not to say we don't like you
We will say it to avoid litigation
The best way to say it is to say nothing
This is not a restaurant
This is not a menu
But I have reservations
And they are about you
*Authors note: Just to be clear; this is not about American Indians and the place where they live.
Categories:
reservations, business, conflict, destiny, rude,
Form: Quatrain
Some spot awaits amid the palm,
Of South Pacific's sultry charm,
For one old, weary down-east dude ...
Full-up on winter's somber mood.
It waits, resigned, midst sun and sea,
To fill its firmament with me,
There, I and Life shall net our ease ...
A hammock, swaying in the breeze.
Categories:
reservations, appreciation, life, travel,
Form: Light Verse
A woman stands before me,
tears flowing from swollen sockets,
streaks shadowed by a thin veil.
A full congregation,
tissues in hand, for some will weep.
Their eyes transfixed forward,
I am the focus of their attention.
A pastor’s offering
beckoning a wanted response.
In this vast Cathedral
sighs echo.
What eerie silence within this moment
before the words, “I do.”
Categories:
reservations, celebration, love, marriage,
Form: Free verse
To force small our lands held for your use later times let them all eat grass
Categories:
reservations, america, culture, discrimination, history,
Form: Senryu
Paired, With Reservations
The soft curve of her spirit-
Her true shape only emergent after countless
Half-glances in the half-light of morning’s edge.
What line is drawn by the knife-edge of the sun’s first rays?
Who is slain in that prime, resplendent arrival?
Regardless it is a shiny death: an incidental manslaughter
Making new cuts and reshaping the structure of our shared constitution:
Reforming the meaning of our togetherness.
Her form, her movement, creates contrast.
Motion is wonder’s conciliator, unearthing profundities and
Burying banalities under underfoot miles and myriad beads of perspiration;
Forging ahead together through the nascent day. To what end?
Running lines: some arbitrary and intangible, others geometrically
Pronounced in yellow and white, dotted and solid, faded and new.
Drawing new lines: making demarcations- parameters implicitly set-
So close yet never intersecting: paired, with reservations.
Categories:
reservations, friendship, life, love, nature,
Form: Prose Poetry
I'd like to make a reservation please,
A quiet table on Friday at eight.
There will be a total of four that night,
I'm so excited I just can't wait !
You see, some friends I've yet to meet,
Are coming here from distant places.
We're going to talk of many things,
It's going to be a thrill to see their faces.
Do you carry Silver Oak Cabernet,
And what specials might we expect?
They will enjoy the Napa Valley,
Over delicious food we will connect.
I know I do ramble on a bit...
But these are poets from the Soup.
So looking forward to this dinner,
It's going to be such a fun group!
Barbara Gorelick..my companions will be
Carolyn Devonshire
Larry Belt
Robert Hinshaw
Categories:
reservations, food, friendship, people
Form: Quatrain
Have you made your reservation
for that mansion in the sky;
where you will live forever
in God's kingdom by and by?
Is your name down in the big book,
the most important record there?
Where the saints of God are listed
tended with the utmost care?
When that book is opened
will your name be found within?
Will you sing there with the angels
or be buried by your sin?
Categories:
reservations, faith
Form: Rhyme