Reservations Poems - Poems about Reservations

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,...

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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...

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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...

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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...

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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...

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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.”...

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My fellow humans, did you know that the eternal city was so huge? ...

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To force small our lands ...

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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...

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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...

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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...

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