Short Headboard Poems
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Hotel room next door
Headboard to wall symphony....
Fireworks starting soon
© May 10 2010 Charles Henderson
Do preachers take vacations?
And if they do
What do they DO?
Where do they go
to not drink
or smoke
not dance
not gamble
or bang a headboard or two.
I geuss they go to church...
Form:
Big Bang
Broken Bed
Collapsed Mattress
Dented Headboard
Scattered Sheet's
Torn Pillows
Rooms a Mess
Clothes strewn everywhere
Right
That's it Kid's
Time for Bed
If I have to come upstairs
You better be asleep
Just a thin wall dividing my headboard from the john,
every night it played me a continuos running water song,
so got up and closed the valve,
my problem now temporarily solved,
posting a note on the lid, "don't resuscitate until dawn!"
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and works it way up to a climax” Samuel Goldwyn
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steady knocking of
headboard conjuring up a
merciless flashpoint
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Thin walls reveal, too well,
the aspirations of my neighbors.
Quiet moans mingle
with the drone of TV,
a strange mélange of real
and imagined eroticism.
As their headboard
bangs a jumbled tattoo,
I join them, gasping
like a hooked carp at our shared
moment of completion.
I wonder if they
search for a tissue,
too.
I lie down in my four-poster bed,
facing the pale yellow wall.
The same that I see above,
behind my headboard,
opposite me.
I drown in the sickly pale.
I dare not turn around
to face the wall again.
Little do I notice
the little window behind -
rays of sun streaming through
little glass panels -
Gentle apricity grazing its
little window sill.
Wear
thy breast
thin, now rest
thy cheeks rosy
upon my armored chest
smashing the headboard, tea cozy
Now we play ring around the rosary
In me embedded, stroking silk strands of my hair
Thoughts growing so hazy, day dream dozy
Your fiery eyes keep me toasty
now roaming kisses quest
our lips mosey
mounting crest
Last test
Bare
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This is a Diatelle.
Form:
This must be when the lights tiptoe silently through the no go areas,
when it's dismal and grey and rain's in for the day and you're in for the day as well.
some days are as near to hell as near can be or as near as I see that they could be and
some days are brighter
lighter
filled with joy,
full of glee
this is me full of woe
no places to go to
and nothing to do
but tap on the keyboard.
when
scratching my name on the headboard
gets tiring.