Short Locker Poems
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mists of memory
haunt the shores of the living
beyond the locker
Inspired by the contest “Ghost Tides” sponsored by Raul Moreno.
i can't follow you
down Davy Jones' locker
where you now dwell;
safe at the surface.
terrified, the frightened girl tried to hide in a locker
she could hear the gunman firing as his boots walked the halls
school had never felt this scary
Locker,
Filled with my books and papers and secrets
I can't remember my combination
47 right 27 left and then what?
Am I locked out or are you locked in?
I knew a prankster, a mean-hearted bloke
Who liked to play wicked practical jokes
He'd empty your locker
And wouldn't restock her
Then try to sell you an expensive cloak
she looked fresher than a new April daffodil
powdery blue eyes
exotic Georgia peach skin
girls in the locker room stared
she was quintessential beauty of loveliness
without realizing it
Smaltz loved limburger cheese with passion
A fact that turned co-workers’ noses ashen.
The stench made ill all near his breath
Notes on his locker hinted at death.
Smaltz now finds cheddar fragrantly in fashion.
Into the locker, longing for loneliness.
Bang against the wall, waiting for the weekend.
Scared fearful, frightened flight.
Home alone, anger alienation.
Pain inside, prescription pills.
Sleep, silently snoring.
how long
is a foot locker
and what
do they keep in it?
foot lockers
foot solders
foot long hotdogs
footballs
what is the obsession
are they politically correct
or are they just a foot fetishes
at the foot of my bed
love's aftertaste
from the centrifuge
of flushed toilets
marking it's spiraling descent
from the Perseids of highest heaven
to Davy Jones' locker
one can survive such an excursion
but some do not
we should meet again in a tiger's dream.
A hole was found in the girl's locker room wall
Policemen are looking into it!!! They've got the wherewithal
To take advantage of their role
Upholding justice is their goal
But boys will be boys as evidenced by policemen's balls
A hole was found in the girl's locker room wall
Policemen are looking into it!!! They've got the wherewithal
To take advantage of their role
Upholding justice is their goal
But boys will be boys as evidenced by policemen's balls
The mermaid of legend’s a dish —
The gang of the Locker did wish
A touch of her fame.
Her tail they will frame.
For rum and some gold, they fry fish.
4/11/2019
Pirate Themed Poetry Contest
Sponsor: Tania Kitchin
*Locker - Davy Jones Locker
A hole was found in the girl's locker room wall
Policemen are looking into it!!! They've got the wherewithal
To take advantage of their role
Upholding justice is their goal
But boys will be boys evidenced by their policemen's balls
In the dark when I cannot sleep
I reach for the books that I keep
on the locker beside my bed.
Flicking the pages soothes my head.
It's your baby books my dears.
Guaranteed to bring me cheer.
Sweet memories bring sweet slumber.
I dose as your names I murmur.
I put it in my a.m. engine
and pray that it kicks in
By the time I reach my locker
I'm ready to punch in
My prayers are duly weighed and judged
as they swirl in my canteen
Helping me to mid-morn break
~ where I'll swig some more caffeine
The pirates were all drinking rum and were drunk
And failed to see the treacherous rocks up ahead
There was one almighty crash and the ship sunk
And they ended up in Davy Jones locker all dead.
Written 17th August 2021.
New year
New smell
New people
New teachers
New locker
New books
New faces
New looks
New halls
New lunch
New paper
New pens
New styles
New boys
New girls
New smiles
New clicks
New groups
New band
New bathrooms
New friends
New populars
New outcasts
New me
Form:
God this boy, I remember when
He’d giggle and kiss me
And ask “Hey are we
good?” in the dark after soccer
and he’d keep five promposals right next to his locker.
Even though he said not to ask,
I’d found it the most enjoyable task.
God, this boy, he’s ruined me for other men.
See Trump I Cringe
When I woke up in middle of the night
Another poem I did decide to write
All about Trump and mess he is in
Locker room talk and won't say it again
Now each time cringe seeing his sight.
Jim Horn
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Shallow Graves
By: Tom Wright
10-2005
Our memory is a place filled with shallow graves,
where no painful thing can be buried so deep,
that Satan can’t excavate it.
Our memory is like a storage locker,
in that it stores our thoughts,
but allows us to inventory them periodically.
blue is the sea
which I see
blue is the water
it doesn't matter
blue is the colour of pen
which is used by men and women
blue is the sky
up so high
blue is the locker
and blue is the vegetable chopper
blue is my favourite colour
and blueberry my favourite flavor
I wish my life was blue
and my problems not as glue
My office is a meat locker.
We could hang a hog in here for a week.
It would not become rancid or even warm.
My office is a meat locker.
I am dressed in long underwear
And four sweaters in eighty-eight-degree weather
My office is a meat locker.
The custodian is my best friend now.
She comes in here to cool off.
The Meat Locker
The largest ice freezer of free-range Texan
long-horns where mice wore fur to survive
broke down, the carcasses began rotting
thrown into the bay.
The day after, sharks came to the surface
throwing up, turning the water foamy
For anglers, it was a bonus they caught
big marlins and red snappers
The School (Renku)
halls run with blood, red
brains and flesh smear locker doors
hearts beat the last drop
children creep and hide
a dark shadow haunts the school
bursts of bullets kill
soft crying stifled
will the nightmare never end?
finally, silence
except the whispered pleas heard
to god, to anyone