Short Hall Poems
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Annie Hall
was finally invited to the Governors Ball
but didn't take Woody
whom so many had said couldn't dance, could he?
door was lock
my mind was like a rock
and it was hot
i need a lot
we begin too play
i must say
could wait had
SEX IN THE HALL WAY
Green is my favorite color
Chris, my favorite name
Put 'em together and what have you got
A Poet for Poesy's Hall of Fame
When the old fellow died,
the cage opened wide,
and a very rich chick
Madov mighty quick.
Moral strictures aren't always a guide.
there is a cricket
rubbing its legs in the hall
making sounds like frog
8/30/2021
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr. 2021©
englands ghost story
brown lady of raynham hall
gliding down the stairs
appearing nightly
dressed in a bridal veil
jilted at alter
Don Key and Ophelia Balls
Were screwing around in the halls
A teacher explained
Last night it had rained
And slippery halls can cause falls
we were withering seedlings perched in unfavorable soil
until we escaped the comfort zone
and scattered beyond
now the wind calls us dandelions
after it was over
we were party clover
got to the beat
it was danceing feet
to win we met many friends
we had a ball
it was
ELECTION
DANCE HALL
some deserve this
for ground they kiss
this should not be miss
cause they build a name
its not insane
so don't be ashame
to put them in
THE
HALL OF FAME
There once was a man down the hall
With big hands he was very tall
He went to the dance
But didn’t get a chance
So he got a case of lovely blue balls
Balls crash together,
bounce from corner to corner.
Bets placed one by one.
keeper yells last call,
smell of cheap smokes and stale beer.
what hustlers like here.
I see us someday slow dancing in a renowned dance hall
In a bustling downtown under a full moon that will crawl,
Ascending just like a love in which I will never again bawl.
After midnight
the pendulum stalls
Chimes to deaden
as darkness calls
A clanking chain
the haunt begins
Till daylight threatens
—the shadows dim
(Dreamsleep: August, 2022)
That doll, she outpaced any criminal
An honest gunslinger Ms. Annie Hall
She threw us cupcakes and books
We kept our seats by stern looks
She made accountants and the world did sprawl!
10
10
7
7
10
No matter the fame we achieve in life
Visiting that little room down the hall will avoid strife
Sometimes in a hurry
Might even call it a scurry
Some days, you may be forced to visit thrice
In the church hall, as they sung to pray
To usher in Pastor Nyari, for spiritual food
The tile that crack, ushered in water
The swamp stationed hall, sucked litres of water
Only three boys, were seen floating
A city without streets…
a pain in the memory
Like an amputated limb
still aching at night
A city without people
a bane on existence
Their shadows to wander
—down avenues unnamed
(Dreamsleep: September, 2022)
people sit focused
mindful breathing
relaxed peaceful
inner self activated
aura of serenity
prevails!
Date: 10/07/2020
Writing Challenge - Septolet Form - Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Constance La France
Third Place
I heard a voice in the hallway.
Said “Good morning!”
With a lilt.
Startled me.
It is 1:11 a.m.
Husband is asleep.
Dog does not speak English.
It was a little girl’s voice.
I am in the hallway staring.
Wide awake now...
They said we can't fight City Hall
suggesting it's a fight.
When conversations all we need
to get the matter right.
Where issues build up over time
to get us all to speak.
And talking to our City Hall
might just become a tweak.
We naturally revere a Hall of Fame
Peruse the entries in a Hall of Names
Feel uneasy about a Hall of Shame
Point fingers at a Hall of Blame
But how to approach a ‘Hall of Flame’
Whom the world is not worthy of died by grace’s sword greater is He in me
Limerick : Once an Orphan begged at the Town Hall
Once an Orphan begged at the Town Hall
The Mayor thought he had better bawl
So he had him bawled out
And nearly used his clout
When the Orphan bawled : « See ! Who wants it all ! »
© T. Wignesan – Paris, 2013
What, dear mother can
I say to you but, “thank you”
For giving me life,
My growing up and
My education, my wife
And my three children.
If Heaven has a
HOM (Hall of Moms), I’d
Vote you in with love.
W.C.Hull © 2020-10-5-H1412-
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