Short Booth Poems
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Booth. How you hated the Union.
The end of suffrage you so despised.
One in the brain of the great orator.
Death in the theatre.
Sic Semper Tyrannis.
Dressed in 'Down's Syndrome,' the children
set up a phone booth on stage
inciting audience rage
when E.T. refused to phone home
Man leaves phone booth too quickly, and then?
Knocks his front tooth out with his gold fountain pen.
4/28/2021
What says London more than this
The Red Telephone Booth can't be missed
On a walking tour
Nothing grabs you more
Says London like Big Ben and the British mist
Accompanied by tambourines and his effacing pomp
A blind bearded man walks proudly through the gate
Warmth welcomed him a young man of eighty three
A kind gentle honest man now promoted to glory
To Voting Booth Race
Why let her experience go to waste
Hillary in Presidency should be placed
Time for woman in White House being
My wife and I have been agreeing
And to voting booth we both raced.
Jim Horn
Uncouth In Kissing Booth
Trump was out of control and uncouth;
Grabbed women's anatomy in kissing booth;
He was one;
Had overdone
His screws are loose and so is each tooth.
Be prepared for fallout.
Jim Horn
In debt
with a dollar’s
down payment
on lies
Veracity
hiding
the truth
in disguise
Intentions
repaving
the highway
to hell
With blood
on the toll booth
and lye
— in the well
(Dreamsleep: November, 2025)
Sitting at this booth sipping the last sip
Of my soul while my wounds drip
The light above me flickers on and off
All motion around me ceases and pause
All I have is beverage of memories
And a white paper filled with poetry
The angel works the tollbooth
Exclaiming commands for change
They are a barber on the side
with faded tattoo arms
Holding shears made of fire
coated in silent pious rage
Hiding blood in their thermos
Waiting for a Judgement day
I want your husband she told me.
So, I laughed and said, “come and get him.”
There is loud laughter.
Totally curious, I have to walk past their booth now
To see what these women look like
I really want to sit down with them to figure out which voice
goes with whom.
The lies people believe mount like hills of trash at a dump!
Trees are chopped off the family tree, leaving only a stump
All I can say is, it’s not too late to research for the truth
Save your life and forget the mainstream media’s lying phone booth!
Heidi Sands
10/9/21
The animals on the
farm are having
their annual county
fair.
Frogs from the pond
have agreed to
set up a kissing booth,
so far no takers,
except other frogs,
but for 50 cents,
it's a good deal, all
the proceeds go to
homeless farmers,
so come on down,
kiss a frog, hey
it's for a good cause.
wrote 8-8-08
Your "I love you" is like a noose
And your touch is
a touch too cruel
You swore you'd treat me apple pie sweet
I should've tasted the cyanide
Known you were killing me
But now you're all stuck
In my lungs
Cigarette smoke
It's a slow choke
You'll never let me free or
Leave me alone
Goodbye love
I'm hanging up the phone
An old gaunt lady
With feeble steps
Walked to the red telephone booth
On the roadside pavement
Every day she dialed a number
And spoke inaudibly into the receiver
As tears streamed down her crinkly face
This continued for an hour
Until she resigned for the day
Hoping for another heartfelt conversation
A baffling mystery unsettled us
Spectators to this daily drama.
dotherant's hardened mule
news of numbers and yearling's pew
ardvakians, mustering askance the dairy
frolic, adhere, nearer, when forward
finding in country
beliefs?
how have you been beaten?
never the please you say
smiteful river of dirt you burried?
startled priors, trampled by grass weavings
I shall share a terrain with newalking briarly today
in the moss groves of yourn I will a, wait
A
Phone call
That will go
Ignored then on -
Static pours out from
The receiver until
I can hear your voice through it.
Let me drown in this soft white noise,
Let me sleep until I dream of you;
Your form flickers in my memories.
When the dial tone breaks the facade
And I'm left alone in the booth,
All I can think to do is
Rummage around looking
For just one more - oh,
That quarter was
The last one
I had
Left.
All a platonic trend.
Two brothers and a friend.
Since childhood all began.
From morning till night's end.
Fun times that they would spend.
Till love hath just descend.
A friend with boxed glove.
Brother, more sort of.
The wiles of young love.
A swoon mourning dove.
Played 'pull the leg of'.
Kissing booth scene.
Unraveled seams.
Break by all means.
Nothing but dreams.
None of that.
You spoiled brat.
Love at-bat.
Brother
Pother
Kiss
The woman in the next booth was gorgeous
Ronnie started to introduce himself
Then he saw the cigarette
His mother had been a smoker
He could not abide the stench of it
The smell of nicotine curdled his nose hairs
He walked rapidly away, wishing she was not a smoker
But alas, she was, so they were not meant to be
The woman stared at the handsome man who had left
For a second she thought he was going to speak
But then he turned and ran
As if he had seen a werewolf