Short Halls Poems
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the Gods of Isis
shall keep
her pace
with time
to ride
her golden
chariots again and
through the halls of heaven
•As I lean on the concrete walls
•And stare down the empty halls
•To greet someone I've never met
•And give them back their missing pet
• I've never really noticed how slanted the walls look
• Almost like they're about to fall
• I'd once leaned on them, they started to creak
• Echoing through the hall
Deck the halls with posion ivy Fa la la la la la la la la
Tis the season to be scratchy Fal la la la la la la la la
Don we now our red apparal Fa la la la la la la la la
Get the ointment ready for me Fa la la la la la la la la
IN ATTIC HALLS
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In attic halls of memories past,
I find solace in stories steadfast.
For in the remnants of a life lived and told,
lies the truth of who I am, young and old.
In latent halls, where memories dwell
Mist gathers on a shunted trolly
Abandoned wreckage
A decaying track runs forever
From shrouded heights
Fall unnamed questions
A bell’s toll fades
Resting only on the lines end
Indeed, only the end
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Ricardo liked decking the halls
His ornaments covered the walls
But ceilings too high
He passed them right by
For those he did not have the balls
11/21/19
Written for: The Holiday Themed Limerick Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Tania Kitchin
These big long halls
I feel as if I walk alone
Couples fill the wall
Teachers in every room
A fight every once and a while
Girls spreading lies
Alone I walk with my
Books pressed against my
Chest avoiding everyone
Heartbreak on my mind
What did I do wrong?
All I want is to get through
These empty minded
Halls
I walked these halls in my prime
Now I'm scrubbing them for a dime
I had high hopes and big dreams
Until I came apart at the seams
Lifes strange the way it makes people change
I feel like it's pushed my dreams out of range
I experienced love and friendships in between these walls
Now only the memory of them calls
As I walk these halls
Pens and pencils are a memory.
A vacation from paper, as well.
I am folding inside.
I am folding and ruminating and then blooming again.
Spontaneous! Fascinating!
I’m ready to be famous!
But for now, all I can focus on is another blanket, another blanket, another blanket.
Some better food.
And maybe going home someday.
Either she had skipped a class,
Now in lecture halls with Glass
Or had merited The New
For The Quite Brilliant Few:
To no longer mow down grass
Mean labor prefects bypass;
What All Former mates treasure
And strictly take for pleasure
Like Ice-cream-recharged leisure!
It is an Immunity
Not in University
And that’s The Adversity,
For others she shall pity.
Am hoping one day I will
Walk on the halls of quietness
Where the fountain drains its waters in silent music
Where the birds fly close in harmony yet in calmness
Where the steps from my feet feel like flowing breeze
Where the fish in their tank dance in whispers
Where the mind
Meets the heart
In union
In serenity
Feeling with all
Absorbing all
Living all
Just a leisurely stroll around
The halls of the ship
Shoop the doors open
Shoop the doors close
This room, that room
Then another
Gadgets whir and whiz about
Suddenly I feel light headed
Short of breath
And I collapse
Sheew sheew sheew
I collapse into a luxurious couch
Is there someone that the faintest murmur?
Computer voice recognize commands
Search for data components
A long dark hall
candles flicker in secret rhythm
stones reek of pale orange fire light
footsteps trail far behind
and each dying echo wondering
lost in these long dark halls
a figure in shadow lingers here, there
a voice whispered at the edge of sleep
dreams drift down long dark halls
candles glow flicker
and flow in secret rhythm
as echoes die
dreams are lost in the long dark halls.
We walk within the halls of time
Vast corridors of emotion
Caught up in the ebb and flow
Of selfishness or devotion
Some remain unrepentant
And some their lives they must atone
Most will travel with the pack
While others walk their path alone
But still the clock keeps ticking down
Each decision you can't undo
Whether malice or forgiveness
The door you choose is up to you
Trump says Biden old for President
Trump looks far older, quite evident
He’s not glued together guys
Bags of spuds under his eyes
Syrup in orange hair definite.
Walks through White House's numerous halls,
Going crazy within these walls,
A dreamer thinks all's solved,
A transition? Not resolved
No one cares, go play golf, find your balls!
Contest Entry 'Out on a Lim'
Sponsor: Joseph May
2020/11/23
I hear the voices I will never know,
But then again I might if I would try,
But finding out the source of mystery,
Would put an end to ire and my journey
Would put an end to poetry and why?
I see the forms and recognize their shape,
To name them, even one, would change them all,
To study their science would leave a ghost,
A sin to light and leave an empty host,
A sin to light the lights in empty halls.
MFL
8/6/2009
When shall death come passing by,
And the world shall at last hear my cry?
When will I wander in his shade,
And feel my breath cease and beauty fade?
So many have cried, so many unheard calls,
Their message echoing through empty halls.
Such cruel a trick the hand of Time doth play,
That in death alone, attention they pay.
A silence louder than a deafening roar,
To be alone encased by walls and a closed door.
In shadows deep, they weave their cunning guise
With silver words and false, beguiling eyes
Their smiles, a mask, concealing hidden schemes
Deceptive hearts, where selfish ego secrets scream
A puppeteer of trust and empathy
Beware the charm that hides a wicked plan
For in their web, they will steal your soul
Let wisdom's light can pierce deceit's dark veil
Expose the lies, and truth at last shall prevail
Shine the light, on the darkness of silent beasts
In this sweet little pig pen
Walls that once were friends
And bold shields
For lounge room warriors
Now barricade
Detain indefinitely, denying
Beyond them imaginings
For ravenous captives
With restless longing and fears
Choose now the door
Indulgence to ruin, or
Patience to pride
An unforgiving master waits
With bitter destinies to navigate
Seize propitious offerings
Fleeing these halls
To uncertain fate
Courage now, groomed in isolation
Seclusion of rooms
No longer resting places.