Short Upstairs Poems
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Just a maid & just sixteen
a serving girl a go-between
upstairs and downstairs her scene
was true love to intervene?
Susan Showering
Brilliant
May morning.
Upstairs
Susan
showering,
singing
as the children
waken.
Donal Mahoney
cozy house one room
upstairs, nice kitchen downstairs
sea in front of you
behind is so rich green farm
mountains on right desert left
a tomb
you say
domed
and grand
and cherubin
temerity
a mass grave
of all of us
but
who still
creeps around
upstairs
'Pon thy throne
He sits in wait
"Son"
He says
"In time, he finds his way"
Then smiles as He clears the path
that leads back home
Face Towels
I won’t anymore check on
the German and Japanese face towels in the
upstairs linen cupboard for
they’re pro-recycle toothpaste cap.
Please Hide Me
Please hide me under the blanket,
There’s somebody coming upstairs.
I’ve taken off my night shirt,
and don’t want to be caught unawares.
April snow still batters my soul
Someone upstairs is asleep at the controls
A negative tone
One person alone
Still wreaking havoc on us a-holes
Achtung! Ghosts populating the attic
Electricity fills air with static
Normally buy a new house
And worry about a mouse
But footsteps upstairs are so emphatic
Bats are in my house
They are in my head as well
They’re looking for food
They flutter around upstairs
Catching the leery stray bugs
Russell Sivey
green and white
he asked
why was it covering the peeling ochre walls
and the moldering door
she said
it was different then
an artist used to live
upstairs
The union shop decided to picket.
The union rep got a round trip ticket.
To meet with those upstairs.
And voice the workers cares.
Butt in the end, they told him to stick it.
Sometimes for fun I take walks out in public in my underwear,
because as long as I keep smiling nobody seems to care.
They just assume that I'm senile and not quite right upstairs.
Which came first, the chicken or the egg
Brain's in a quandary, I'm on my last legs
The world is flat
And stuff like that
Think something upstairs has come unpegged
Which granddaughter gets which ring and which watch?
To care at all would take it up a notch.
I’ll be upstairs, seeing what heaven brings.
No worry about these soulless material things.
Which came first, the chicken or the egg
My brain's in a quandary, I'm on my last legs
The world is flat
And stuff like that
Think something upstairs has become unpegged
“I need more time!” You yelled from upstairs
“I need more time.” You demanded under the door frame
“I need more time,” you whispered breathlessly as you were running, but the bus left anyway
Glass
Slivers
Broken chards
In the kitchen
We are all barefoot
Daddy’s eyes are not sharp
Baby wants to help of course
Big sister takes baby upstairs
Mama heads for the broom and dustpan
Light, for a duller world-age
Candle-carried.
Light, reflectively symbolled
Value of this:
Shone, holy, from out whose room
Higher, upstairs
The king of kings occupies.
Snuffed too, now is?
The head contains 80,000 to 120,000 hairs
Daily we lose a whole big stack with no spares
So much for fashion
Hairs are rationed
Baldness is not the desired fashion statement upstairs
Please be careful with me
I'm brittle, break easy
Not the outside of me
The inside and upstairs
Takes a long time to heal
It could take many years
So be careful with me
Please its all that I ask
An Old Plantation
While walking by an old planation
Heard them singing an incantation
And when I started to go upstairs
Found find poet who always cares
About my poems and great creation.
Jim Horn
Another day and I'm still kicking up dust
Sucking in air and blowing it out my butt
If I stop blowing and sucking
That's the day I stop clucking
And get ready for my trip upstairs or bust
She says First, I'll go upstairs, with you!
Second, I'll make your love making wishes come true!
But as once I was told,
you know you're getting old,
when you can only, do one of the two!
Take me there,
walk it upstairs,
do it anyways,
ignore the plains,
you've been there before-
within a walk or a gaze,
it's sin to return these ways,
so heed the fault,
build and then praise.