Short Lodging Poems
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On that misty morning we first met
A day I never will forget
I knew from then we'd never part
For you found lodging in my heart.
Every lonely cold night
whenever I start thinking
about him when in my room
my heart slides away as wind
and see it lodging with him
somewhere I do not know!
Heaven is falling through the blackest gaps in the sky,
Tumbling through this ceiling we created
And lodging, like seeds in earth,
In mind half-mad from
Misspent Sundays.
Running, fleeing, dodging-
How awfully am I shook!
A safe-house for my lodging
As I write a thousand books
For by my Self am being chased-
Ev'ry word to be erased!
Poems burned at ev'ry turn,
To never be replaced
liberty is animal with ice in stomach
and hot charcoal in the head
those who fear sounds enter the coldness
then pull all who make noise for lodging
the ones who enjoy making sounds
often cut off the hot head of the animal
to use it to burn those who fear heat
then all play a merry-go round games
Deep regrets lying dormant in the mind,
Stifle the thought processes lodging there
They mingle not with concepts refined,
Unless dislodged, they foster grim despair.
Remorse for past deeds you cannot repair
Will seriously tarnish your delicate soul
And from your good life take a bitter toll.
Written June 20, 2021
Those days were like rows of paper dolls
Before the lovely whisper of passion
In charmed, heavenly color schemes
releasing my disinterest from me.
Your allure under lovely lodging eyes
If I flee, I might be gone forever
The moon heard falling echoes
A romantic poetry downpour
I'm floating on your waves
carry me to the beach.
Driving home I watch the signs
For “Food Phone Lodging Gas,”
All of which, so far at least,
We zip along and pass.
Soon newer signs replace them,
With a picture of a bed
Or a gas pump or a fork and knife,
No words that must be read.
There is one icon missing
For the one that isn’t shown
Is what most of us have with us,
Which is, naturally, the phone.
Advanced Years
Miracle Man Thoughts
2/2/2023
Old age shown me its face,
when throwback years,
Became the lodging of my thought;
But I’m ready to leave this place,
and in my heart hold no fears,
but review battles that I’ve fought.
I’ve grown old through God’s grace,
life blessed, while awash with tears.
Soon I’ll leave with what I brought.
NOTHING!
Form:
Thy music plays till the twelfth of nev'r,
i carryeth grief with thy heart f'rev'r.
i shall loveth thee as i doth as timeth flies,
soft songs of springeth until f'rev'r dies.
this muffl'd lodging of thy death done sev'r
a did beat brancheth to thy lasteth breath endeav'r.
sublime, vigilance amb'r sunset riseth,
m'rrow's m'rning darkness, crusheth silent cries
1/13/2021
Life's Menu
The world is a feast
hosting many beasts
lodging its beings
In a palace of bliss
Serving mystery meals
with knives and forks
tending to fangs and claws
Ripping through life’s menu
Feeding on scorn
Feeding on hate
Feeding on the love of men
Lavishly Catering out despairs
Stylishly rummaging
through the hopes
Spreading buffets
of selected illusions
spiced with chaos
Lovely lodging for cheetah, squirrel and birds of all colors.
Enthusiastically loving and giving, sacrificing self in all ways.
Autumn is their showplace season, they dazzle as they turn and twirl.
Verdant in an emerald city kind of way in April and May, shining with pretty.
Eclectic, individualistic, each unique in color and consistency.
Sacrificing themselves as kamikaze pilots to announce onset of winter.
......Like lemons
Love lingers longingly.
Laughter lights lips lapping
Loco lemon lollipops
lodging
< liquid>
lust.
Lofting
Ludicrous licentiousness.
Licking
languid limbs.~ ~lap~
Libertine libidos
lose liberty laughing
life long
~loves~
lean lemony lips
Lionhearts
!litmus lovers!
LIVE!
A clever bird, in need of an income stream,
declared its basement open
for “respectable nocturnal renters.”
Two bats arrived at twilight,
carrying tiny suitcases
and impeccable references.
They promised quiet living,
paid three worms in advance,
and only asked for dim lighting
and a fruit bowl on Fridays.
Now the bird crows about
its passive income.
The bats brag they’ve scored
luxury lodging.
Colored yellow beneath the sunlight
Eidoloned by azure breeze of the sky
Covered green like trees of delight
Scented by wind and bubbles of lye
Corded in lamp that cools the night
Your heart throbs in counts of chite
Chortled in incense of kookabura
Quilted and freed from petals of Datura
Heart dipped in cherry blossom
Shaped in cleavage of ample bosom
Deathless soul pulsating forever
Your heart lodging idyllic and so tender
Today I am
querulous
my foot taps a rhythmless tattoo
my fingers roam unfulfilled
this bolus of undetermined want
slides down my throat,
invertebrate,
lodging in my stomach
dull,
as a faint scratching on a prison wall,
carving out the days
heavy,
as a stone unquarried and uncut,
the sculptor indecisive, reluctant to take up his chisel
some indeterminate
unfixed need
slithers, struggles for expression
through restive eyes
A nights lodging sought
in the castle bright
a simple room
a fire small
to ease a winter chill
a ember needed
to light a candle
and the fire
a quiet sleep
in the bright hall he goes
in simple need
gaily welcomed
to midwinter night
their Lord to honor
the night of his birth
music full
food aplenty
a places cleared
along the board
gifts are given
the night is late
morn quick coming
another long ride
poorly rested
on a bright new day
A rabbit’s foot, auspicious
an albatross for sailors
or China’s magic bamboo
all signify a windfall -
what immigrant’s wish
in trust of what is God’s will
a cross is worn by many
to show faith in a Savior -
who immigrants wish
Favors shown, sorry mishaps
for mortals lacking foodstuff -
why immigrants wish
a sanctuary, lodging -
where immigrants wish
what immigrants wish
written September 10, 2019
contest: Where Bumbles Bounce
judged: 10/3/2019