Short First Floor Poems
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Dedicated to my children
(Ravi & Kiran)
On the first floor,
In the dark,
Always,
My eyes,
Acrosses lights,
In a front window.
A moth flicked,
Round the light,
But my eyes,
Still
Chasing a shadow,
Behind the curtain.
Winter Morning - Dark, Dull ...
After a bohemian night ...
Dark, stupid - with reluctance to house ...
Odor of lime -
hallucination, alcohol delirium?!
Well yes - the first floor brews tea.
translation from Bulgarian: the author
Wherever you may be
Let the wind go free
For the keeping of it in
Was the death of me!
A stink bomb deadly slow
Released on the twenty-first floor
Shifty eyes looking about
Open door to let it out!
3.8.2021
Sponsor: Charles Messina
Contest Name: When I Let one Loose in the Elevator.
stranger
in a strange city
peers out
from a glass pane
of a forty-first floor
hotel room
down at a busy
evening avenue;
neon-lit,
the world below
seems to pulsate
in every direction,
throbbing,
vibrating
in a motorized
frenzy
of means
and of ends,
same everywhere
as anywhere,
the ultimate purpose,
it seems,
is still somewhere near
nowhere.
On the first floor of a hotel in Cape Cod
A larger than average lady got on the elevator
She pressed floor number two
Immediately I blurted out “Number two???”
“You could have walked”
Her immediate response was
“What??? And lose a pound!”
My new wife first cringed
then breathed a big sigh of relief
Sometimes I blurt out stuff without thinking
VERY DANGEROUS!!!
Walking down a long corridor
In the hosiptal on the first floor
Just going to visit a friend
Hoping for him its not the end
A person in gray in same hallway
Coming from the opposite
Side, enter the elevator
With us he abides
Going up he ask us
I am planning on that
When my eyes clear
I see that EMS shirt he wears
Just making small converstion
He ask if we are all right
I say yes, why are you
Looking for customers tonight
(Sorta of Rhyme)
I need to read your eyes
Just give me one chance
To make a deep view
To connect with your dream
And try to fulfil
You know very well
This true talk
God has given me this life
To move around you
Look toward only your beauty
And work on god made great art
Only your touch make me precious
And make precious to my art
Poet- anurag sharma .
DG-1 flat no 27 B first floor
Vikas puri new delhi-110018
Email- draditiadi@rediffmail.com
Mobile no-8743082486