Roomful Poems | Examples

Silence

When silence listens to me in a serene moment, 
I imagine strolling on a village-path
Meandering to the unknown, 
The verdant  grass I tread on, is velvety soft, 
I remember my mother’s soothing touch, 
The vermilion sky leans and whispers to me. 
In that sublime unperturbed occasion, 
I speak to my own heart throbbing and pining for the friend 
Who deserted me many years ago! 

Sometimes silence speaks to me 
Among a roomful of unfamiliar visitors. 
Like a wafting cloud I slowly disappear from their company, 
No one notices the void my absence creates, 
I feel myself in meditation with eyes closed
On top of a mountain where an emerald waterfall 
Descends on the coral rocks with  a roaring sound, 
The halcyon water mirrors the crimson sky! 
I sense the unruffled silence listening  to my soul.

Magnification

Close up, secrets uncovering
I find myself hovering over
a modern, optical microscope
Out of focus (coarse adjustment)
Blurred image corrected,
revealing… clear-felled trees?
Sharper detail (fine adjustment)
Microscope mesmerizing as colors burst
Scale thickness less than 0.55 micron
Small rake angle and smoothness
implies low friction coefficient
Light permanence even, shadowless—
Finest quality from Istanbul
Wish I had a roomful

Three Crows and a Hawk

three crows and a hawk,
flying together
sounds like a cartoon

get your claws in this one
a sign of the times
my mind sees such things
written in the sky

on October 7th,
my birthday,
i was celebrating
in a Christian conference
with a roomful of women

hands open
praising the Lord
oblivious of happenings
in Israel

i saw baby Jesus
in my hands
felt the weight of Him

then He turned
into Jesus
off the cross
as if I was holding
him
like Mary

of course
i pondered this
days later

i thought of the babies
killed
in the time of Moses

i thought of the babies
killed
in the time of Jesus

Rachel’s tears,
she can not be comforted

once again
an attack on babies…

so what comes next?

the rapture…
the antichrist…
judgement…

Fall to our knees
Make things right with God
Do right
Love one another
even love your enemy
That is how good
God is

Man is often the beast
God is much more merciful
than man…

Son Touches Fathers Gun

Bennett Kenneth got an eyeful
Upon touching his dad’s rifle:
An eyeful by far more helpful
Than Dad’s angry words - a roomful…

Or so had reasoned Mister Ken,
Who had Bennett taught more with pen,
Ben’s tasks to write things up to ten,
Such that he would never ask “When”.

“But now what could he have written?
“Next time, thy flesh shall be beaten,
If thou touchest the brown rifle
And Dad couldest not rage stifle?

“No better a blazing eyeful
That makes a twelve-year-old thoughtful.

Hicksville Part I

In my mind I'm a cowpoke
Glass of jack in my hand
Watching Texas Two step
To a Texas Swing Band.
I've got slim line Levi's jeans
And a black Stetson hat
and tooled leather boots
I'm a real cool cat.
There's no jingling spurs
Or pistols slapping leather
Just the sound of the couples
Dancing close together.

This place is Hicksville,
Any state, Western USA
The time is the present
The date is today.
No hitching rail of horses
Ears twitching in the breeze
Just a big concrete car park
Full of dusty SUVs.
As the last notes of swing
Slide down past my ears,
I open my eyes
And reality appears.

No glass of Jack
Just a mug of cold tea;
No roomful of dancers
Just lonely old me.
There'll come a time
But I don't know when
I'll close my eyes
And go back there again.
Slumped in my chair
I know I'll soon find
Hicksville, USA, filed
Bright and clear in my mind

Embarrassing

Never underestimate the power of a three-year-old to embarrass a roomful of adults!

Khaki Has Never Other Fabrics Liked

Khaki has never other fabrics liked:
It has even their wearer’s bodies disliked,
Their forgivable flaws, their blunders hyped 
And their names and their nicknames mistyped!

Sometimes you hear, “Like onions slice them!”
And begun a solving of what wasn’t a problem;
Bound to uncannily unfold
What Plain Malice does hold …

By then, it would be fanciful
To ask your questions – A roomful:
‘What and what next shall happen?’
And whether or not blades shall sharpen …

It shall have been a busying with fiction
By the time we triggers eschew from ruction 
Khaki has seldom The Plain clothes liked
And has, indeed, other fabrics spiked; 
Often through insistence on Inaction
And treatment of either as a faction.

Irritating Like a Tsetse Fly

She tried to outguess me. Thought she knew me.
She was an irritant like a tsetse fly.
I ran from her.
Glad I only see her every five years.
Finally realized I am not obligated to attend class reunions.
With a roomful of people I do not recognize
And have nothing in common with except for former locale.

Stories Memories and Fears

at the cancer clinic
a roomful of strangers
patients like him, like us
i see their faces and wonder
what's behind those eyes
a little glazed over
it's all too overwhelming
everyone hiding a lifetime
of stories memories and fears
a buzzing sound of murmurs
hushed by the pulse of 
our own heartbeat
pulsating pounding



Submitted on January 11, 2019 for CONTEST 540 sponsored by BRIAN STRAND

Originally posted on October 30, 2018

Thoughts At a Faculty Meeting

A Meeting after an eight hour day
Should include jubilant jiving,
Exciting conversation,
Lively chatter,
Not a speaker who drones on and on and on and on and on and on
In a disgustingly un-metered monotone voice
No lilt
No cadence
No melody
Just a methodical sameness
I am making a list of things that might get her excited-cobra biting her thigh,
School building burning to the ground, tiger tracks in the snow around her car...
Hooray! At last our unknown speaker has encouraged us, the audience, to talk.
We all lean in at our tables and talk toward each other
Loudly and rapidly
Words galloping out of our mouths as if a shot
Has been fired at the starting gate
Wrap it up! Wrap it up! Someone yells
I look up amazed. Her voice is excited.
We get a warning however we cannot shut up
So we keep talking
Wrap it up! Wrap it up! She yells.
A shriek type warning
Which we ignore
By the time this is over I decide
We did not need a cobra or a tiger.
All we had to do was be ourselves.
It is nigh onto impossible to control a roomful of teachers.

Friendship

She has remarkable social ability
To charm with humor and empathy
Her graces are of southern variety
A renaissance lady in modern society

Our journey of life's ups and downs
Is that of long talks, smiles and frowns
When one is lost we go to any length
To help the other find inner strength

Her will is of steel and heart of gold
Wit is quick... tells best stories told
Once faced down a roomful of lawyers
Strong is her faith in the Lord's powers

Our secrets we share - hopes and fears
In stages and layers of laughter and tears
We share our families and our friends
Will nurture and cherish to the end
                       
To have such a friend I am beyond blessed
I don't tell her enough, I must confess

April 23, 2018


New Poems Only - 2 Contest - By Emile Pinet - Theme - Friendship
Eighth Place

Depression Makes a Lousy Breakfast

Drapes are closed but the sun gets through
Summer morning, birds a-tweeting
Sweat on sheets, personal dew
Two more snoozes then up for meeting

A chunk of mahogany
Surrounded by suits
Well-shaved chins
Playing silk flutes

Golden cuff links
Slide over shine
Reaching for Perriere:
Businessman's wine

The big-haired girl
With tight lips and skirt
With clipboard and pen
In a roomful of men
She manages managers
Directs the directors
Away from the P's and Q's they might blurt

When minutes are taken
They while away hours
In a concrete maze
With the rented flowers

The plastic shag carpet
The paper thin walls
The wood-textured desk
Holding five clacking balls

The photo of daughter
The drawing by son
The lunch packed by wife:
Ham and cheese in a bun

Like a silent fire drill
At four-thirty flat
The lifts are sardined
With impersonal chat

All hoping to beat
The motorized fleet-
The Mercedes armada
That trawls down their street

Curtains open, sun goes down
A day in credit, a night in debt
A silent pillow away from town
Night light off, alarm clock set

Sound Behind the Door

—The sense of sound—

He was curious, he opened the door,
he heard a scream, then he yelped.

He suddenly banged the door,
someone cawed from behind the door,

it changed to crackle crackle,
then became an incessant echo.

He again opened the door and heard,
the roomful echo changed to murmuring stream,

then turned into rumbling violin. He whined 
for annoying sound, then he whooped, then 

he yelled, finally he smiled and yodeled 
for his curiosity made him aware of 

many different sounds there are 
in the behind closed door.

Palmolive

In this Generation,
Society is so far gone with the likes of sex, drugs, partying and alcohol,
It’s like we’re in Another World.
With only One to Life to live,
It’s amazing how much we don’t realize the contributions we can give
You see,
Not everyone can be a Colby or own a farm on Dallas,
Wear a Falcon’s Crest living in a palace,
Cause as the World Turns, the atmosphere burns,
From Port Charles to the General Hospital,
Surfing Sunset Beach- how tropical?
But during the Days of Our lives,
I’d do anything for All My Children,
Hopefully one day like the upper echelon of society,
We become our own Dynasty.
There needs to be a Guiding Light to shine on the Young and the Restless
 to have a better understanding of how the Bold and the Beautiful make their way through
 a roomful of branding,
All while securing our own future with gold from Knots Landing

The Superman

I have babysat a roomful of six year olds, 
my heart beating louder than a pack of screaming hyenas.

I walked out with them quiet and safe in their parents arms.

I improvised a speech to an audience of millionaire entrepreneurs 
that ended in a standing 'O'.

Often I danced with titanic sharks, 
and even French Kissed Killer Whales.

I have slept deep in the grip of ink black jungles 
on mid summer nights, no dream.

Once I hung on with two broken arms
five hundred feet above my demise, without a whimper.

I skated through fields of dead bodies
in not just one but two very nasty wars.

Played tag with the devil and in the end hung 
his left horn above my fireplace, 
yeah my fireplace I owed him that.

I swam naked on the crest of a waterfall
from the top of its peak to the concrete sheet at its bottom.

Many times, I have partied with death,
her bones drenched in the fluids of our perverse acts, 
but not once did she leave the party with me on her arm.

But please,

p
p
p
p
p p p please,

don't,

please don't,

make me talk to my EX-WIFE again!



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