Suite Poems - Poems about Suite

I Don't See What You See

Sparrows enjoy a certain reputation
For intimacy and hope

Crosby Stills and Nash sang of them
In Suite: Judy Blue Eyes
As compatriots to the morning
Air
With guitar strums and high notes

Truth be told
Sparrows are bulkier than the normal song bird
And not particularly
Pretty
Brown and gray as a mound of dirt

Chirpy jerky punk band

And they have no problem with crowding out
From

To Shorten Suite

To Shorten Suite

Paranoia
is
NOT!

An 
Obligation,
Seagulls.

Fear Pundits'
Convictions.

-Gray Squirrel

05-07-2024

Platinum suite Juliet

He yearned for a modern Romeo moment - but she lived on tenth floor.

Waves

waxing gibbous light
and crashing surge collect us—
the moon moves the tides

pause in wave-action
you, me, equilibrium—
the moon moves the tides

receding sands run
seaward, erasing footsteps—
the moon moves the tides

Celia's Suite

Celia from 'A' 
  tenures the lot
Standing near those Grey
  Bay's rocky scabs
slapp'd by tide
Stagnant water
  Green at the feet.

 Into time too
From womb birth'd
briefly hearts
  Remark regularly,
Geiger counter

Measuring, drone
Circulating 
A style that too
  Tho pound for
Pound bests itself

Croons when moored
  Hits the deck when able;
Dies. After all, that's

Arrival of a Rival

Screwed up eyes and a huge flush
By one fending off a blush,
After the surest glimpse of Her Crush
With an Eve of enveloping lush;
Something in her beginning to crash
Tony to no more escape a tongue-lash!

Her oval face soon the fullest flush,
At which no sensible man will rush,
It presuming to be about some thrush;
The very thought and

The Rudiments of Wings

From predawn birth, you dwell alone,
Preferring deep shadowland over light.
So much easier to conceal what is shown,
Nascent ember forelimbs that daunt your sight.

With growth in undying murk, and wings in flames
In brilliant reds, yellows, golds all blazing.
Flying is hopeless with birds of other names.
Passions rage from wings, arresting, so amazing. 

Oh firebird, searing, sizzling, soaring,

The Suite Life

Yale student radio (wybcx) is playing throughout the suite. I’m working on chemistry problems but when a song I don’t know is good enough to catch my attention, I add it to one of my gazillion Spotify playlists - God, I love the Internet.

One of our roommates, Sophy, is from California. She’s brilliant and friendly

Success Suite

Where there is a will, there is a way, 
When the sun shines, let’s make hay.

All is well that ends well,
Well begun is half done, I tell.

First impression is the best/last impression,
Success usually comes to those who are not in imagination.

(But too busy to be looking for it)
Knowledge strategically applied I tweet.

Translates into wisdom ensuring

Honeymoon Suite

They were making love at midnight 
The earth was moving 
The walls were shaking 
The bed was groaning and creaking,
Such passionate love making was nothing new
But coming from the honeymoon suite 
It alarmed quite a few.


          W.A CHOLT. Copyright Fergal O Reilly. 2021

   

Honeymoon Suite

Hopping out the ford and headed to the suite, before we get to the room let’s sip on something sweet

Then I’ll set the mood with some music that makes me think of you

R and R much needed but we are lit so let’s turn up to some R & B

You and ME name a better

Nutcracker Suite 2020

Christmas was nearing.....and yet..
These arrogant governors must be eating ,shrooms!
"We have locked the churches and schools
Now chimneys must be locked down soon!"
Their greasy hair gleamed under TV lights,
(I hated this dudes,real goons!)

" We cannot take chances with this obese, Santa Clause,.
After all,His Holiess Fauci, the CDC and the revered WHO
Stated clearly,
Santa is most assuredly a

The Dancing: the Last Dance

Was it a cruel twist of fate?
Sneering, laughing chance?
Perhaps something I ate?
A bad bout of happenstance?

It wrenched and tore at my gut,
A sickening, sober, foreboding sign.
Wretched chance it was not,
This time was by insidious design.

The awful nausea,
Brought on by the thought of the pariah,
Is enough to cause ya,
A bad case of diarrhea!

It brought back the

The Dancing: the Return Thereof

Prelude

After banishing my foe off to hell
The Lord took pity on my soul 
And returned it to my undead shell
Again, I was alive and whole

But the consequences of a second chance
Meant that I would have to lead a life Godly and good
Now more sins and women would I romance
The dancing is afoot…

I used to drink

The Dancing

PRELUDE TO "THE DANCING!"


Driven asunder, the sword sliced, hacked, and chopped at the bloody mangled thing that was once a stout courageous man, in a black suit, on his way to accounting school.
Incredibly the heart still beat and the head, even though severed from the neck, saw and expressed opinions on the other's dancing...


"THE DANCING!"


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