Short Banister Poems
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I'm woozy with the uncertainties of life.
I'm staggering back and forth,
slamming into one wall and then another.
I cling to a banister
wondering how it can be
that I'm even alive.
Bitter to be still living.
Grateful to have survived so long.
Curvaceous banister was practically obscene
The king loved it, but not his persnickety queen
She ordered it taken to the burn pile
The carpenter swiftly lost his brilliant smile
King secretly gave the banister a total save
It is now proudly displayed in his private man cave
We made the stairs our place
Painted the walls
With memories of last night
And planted
Bottoms onto the carpeted steps
We stretched our arms across the banister
To measure
How quickly the shadows shrink
As the bags under our eyes creased
Into tiny smiles
I
see you
coming down the
stairs walking holding the
banister ever so carefully still
dizzy yet head still swimming such
..........I need the aid of someone too!
.......................to catch and or hold me so I,
don't want to fall walking, stepping down these stairs
4/11/18
written by James Edward Lee Sr.
Take the staircase,
although it may change as you move;
Take the journey,
even if you slide down a banister or two;
Take two steps when you can,
take one when it suits;
Take that chance,
although you may need another;
Never think there is nowhere to go;
the only dead end is you;
Take the staircase,
lean back and enjoy the view.
Sliding down the banister of life...
make sure the splinters point away.
Let go of what's gone behind.
Face the bumps with courage.
Don't mourn your journey.
Slide with laughter...
it's the ride
of your
life.
Brian Strand’s CONTEST NO 184 any theme/form max 12 lines Do NOT add name, photo, or any data/info to your entry. Poem only please.
(1)
ugly grey banister
language stung
all the
subtle Belgian
bursts of
grainy blue Gina's
Bengali grain
triangles
(2)
a high-
strung bus-
y arbiter is
bustling a-
round in
search of in-
tegral gris-
ly Istanbul
bytes and
guilt-free wry
rung climb-
ers of the
Liberty Tree
(3)
singularly rusty
syringes some-
how re-
main de-
void of dust
You made me into
a pregnant pause,
the scratch
on the banister,
beside a dim photo
eaten by time and wear,
I felt diminished
but as the scarab turned
the dung
so did life revolve
to remember
the existence
of the scratch
I am now a canyon,
never step too near the edge,
for the groove is now
fathoms deep,
and I will swallow you up
as if you never were …
Two hats hanging on the banister
Stacked on top of each other
When the sun shines the shadow
Appears on the beige wall
The sun shows a shape
A face on the wall
Appears wearing a hat
A face on the wall
The eye m nose, and mouth
He is staring at me
The face is sideways
It is why one eye down
Part of his lip and hat
His shadow is sideways
That is how he appears
Every sunny day
Diode or anode
Are they enough to remove negative thinking?
Transistor or adviser
Which is best to help one off sinking?
Banister to guide
Yet the hyperactive will still jump it over
Canister to hide
Though expiratory date will not hangover
Resistor or an adjuster
The behavioural disorder are hardly bewitched in rehabilitation
Capacitor or curator
The world remains to all a pleasant habitation
up the slightly winding stairway
my fingers sliding on the varnished
contour of the burnished banister
that feels like an ominously
smooth, sinuous anaconda,
but happily undulating
under my palm
like a kitten purring
gratefully at being
caressed...
Out of nowhere,an idea
Then image;
Out of this picture,a sentence,
Then a page;
Out of the verse,a sonnet,
Then a rhyme;
Out of this art,a hobby
So sublime
labelled this imagist form 'a tabb' in his honour.
EVOLUTION
by: John Banister Tabb (1845-1909)
Out of the dusk a shadow,
Then, a spark;
Out of the cloud a silence,
Then, a lark;
Out of the heart a rapture,
Then, a pain;
Out of the dead, cold ashes,
Life again.
JOHN BANISTER TABB 'Archery
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Down the Bannister Lickety Split
By Elton Camp
As a youngster, the stairs were a delight
I ran up and down them day and night
Whenever nobody was around to see
I’d zip down the rail quick as could be
It really was a daring and a bit risky ride
So that’s why to do it, I was forced to hide
It was an exciting and speedy little trip
And made more fun because I had to slip
I’m now old and stairs are dangerous to me
I’d try the banister again if nobody could see