Short Lang Poems
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Stienway stands proudly
Fingers on ivory
Carressing, demanding, soothing
Emotion runs deep
Audience breathless, absorbing
Lost in the moment’s grandeur
Youth , with ageless talent.
Lang Lang is 26 yrs old and
is a concert pianist.
You'll live inside my memory book
Sometimes I'll go back and look
Your image there won't fade away
A thousand years sharp as today
At one-o-five (105) if I'm still here
I'll open up that book so dear
And write through hands that then will shake
One last poem for old time's sake
On a narrow street of Singalong
spreads and banners hang along
Wreaths of subjects and icon
flourish within the alleys of lexicon.
As acid waters plunge,
dirt and dust lounge.
Tin roofs clang, rants and rats run.
Not all streets boom with a bang
Only in the street of auld lang syne.
Tonight, let's toast to life's revelries
When sparkle of moments pops fine wine,
Play on the year's red-berried stories
Relishing the grace of Auld Lang Syne!
This vear like bubbles...forever gone,
Yet through all journeys we'll entwine
Firm the resolve, to choose not what's wrong
To sing of kinship, good Auld Lang Syne!
It clicks and it whirs and it chunters,
This wonderful little machine,
As it takes and measures and grinds
Those marvellous little brown beans.
It hisses and it gurgles and it splutters
Then finally begins to pour
And just seconds later
A Kaffee Lang awaits once more,
Which just slips down the throat
So any morning muzziness slips away;
After such a fine coffee
Any man can face any day
“Lang May Your Lum Reek"
Leave
A light on
Like
A fire aglow
Keep
One burning
As
A warm hello
Leave
A light on
Illuminate
The way
Let
Neighbors know
They’re
Welcome to stay
Leave
A light on
Not
Just for books
It’s says
You’re welcome
Come
Into my nook
Leave a light on
Its
Simple to do
If
Down turns them
Off
It’s
All up for you
By Bill MacEachern
October 10, 2022
Thou are the memories of my past.
Thee share my only love at last.
Shall ye go now and breathe deep.
Where doest my eyes begin to weep.
Auld distant memories begin anew.
From the days of syne, they grew.
Thine past is your futures thought.
Thee will continue for all wrought.
Mine Lang lazily lost from syne.
Thee shall know it so velvety fine.
Whom shall seek thee shall find.
Days, long ago, so sweet and kind,
Speaking was definitive and broad.
Now the slang changes to be mod.