"inn" poems - Hello Poetry

"inn" poems

629 I watched the Moon around the House Until upon a Pane— She stopped—a Traveller’s privilege—for Rest— And there upon I gazed—as at a stranger— The Lady in the Town Doth think no incivility To lift her Glass—upon— But never Stranger justified The Curiosity Like Mine—for not a Foot—nor Hand— Nor Formula—had she— But like a Head—a Guillotine Slid carelessly away— Did independent, Amber— Sustain her in the sky— Or like a Stemless Flower— Upheld in rolling Air By finer Gravitations— Than bind Philosopher— No Hunger—had she—nor an Inn— Her Toilette—to suffice— Nor Avocation—nor Concern For little Mysteries As harass us—like Life—and Death— And Afterwards—or Nay— But seemed engrossed to Absolute— With shining—and the Sky— The privilege to scrutinize Was scarce upon my Eyes When, with a Silver practise— She vaulted out of Gaze— And next—I met her on a Cloud— Myself too far below To follow her superior Road— Or its advantage—Blue—

0

25.7k

Emily Dickinson

I watched the Moon around the House

629 I watched the Moon around the House Until upon a Pane— She stopped—a Traveller’s privilege—for Rest— And there upon I gazed—as at a stranger— The Lady in the Town Doth think no incivility To lift her Glass—upon— But never Stranger justified The Curiosity Like Mine—for not a Foot—nor Hand— Nor Formula—had she— But like a Head—a Guillotine Slid carelessly away— Did independent, Amber— Sustain her in the sky— Or like a Stemless Flower— Upheld in rolling Air By finer Gravitations— Than bind Philosopher— No Hunger—had she—nor an Inn— Her Toilette—to suffice— Nor Avocation—nor Concern For little Mysteries As harass us—like Life—and Death— And Afterwards—or Nay— But seemed engrossed to Absolute— With shining—and the Sky— The privilege to scrutinize Was scarce upon my Eyes When, with a Silver practise— She vaulted out of Gaze— And next—I met her on a Cloud— Myself too far below To follow her superior Road— Or its advantage—Blue—

Continue reading...

The man of life upright, whose guiltless heart is free From all dishonest deeds and thoughts of vanity: The man whose silent days in harmless joys are spent, Whom hopes cannot delude, nor fortune discontent; That man needs neither towers nor armor for defense, Nor secret vaults to fly from thunder's violence: He only can behold with unaffrighted eyes The horrors of the deep and terrors of the skies; Thus scorning all the care that fate or fortune brings, He makes the heaven his book, his wisdom heavenly things; Good thoughts his only friends, his wealth a well-spent age, The earth his sober inn and quiet pilgrimage.

0

13.7k

Sir Francis Bacon

Guiltless Heart

The man of life upright, whose guiltless heart is free From all dishonest deeds and thoughts of vanity: The man whose silent days in harmless joys are spent, Whom hopes cannot delude, nor fortune discontent; That man needs neither towers nor armor for defense, Nor secret vaults to fly from thunder's violence: He only can behold with unaffrighted eyes The horrors of the deep and terrors of the skies; Thus scorning all the care that fate or fortune brings, He makes the heaven his book, his wisdom heavenly things; Good thoughts his only friends, his wealth a well-spent age, The earth his sober inn and quiet pilgrimage.

Continue reading...

Returning to my native village after many years’ absence: I put up at a country inn and listen to the rain. One robe, one bowl is all I have. I light incense and strain to sit in meditation; All night a steady drizzle outside the dark window -- Inside, poignant memories of these long years of pilgrimage.

0

10.4k

Returning To My Native Village

Returning to my native village after many years’ absence: I put up at a country inn and listen to the rain. One robe, one bowl is all I have. I light incense and strain to sit in meditation; All night a steady drizzle outside the dark window -- Inside, poignant memories of these long years of pilgrimage.

Continue reading...

Filled to the brim Pizza Huts Burning rubber Dj''s club'n pub Dancing duel Free spirits and **** riddled Irie cast Bob's Inn The beat go's on Bright lights Stripped trousers Men on bikes Ladies sell flowers Restaurant's cappuccino Long street lives Cosmopolitan heaven Twenty four seven

0

Aug 22, 2018

Aug 22, 2018 at 2:33 PM UTC

Long street Cape Town

Filled to the brim Pizza Huts Burning rubber Dj''s club'n pub Dancing duel Free spirits and **** riddled Irie cast Bob's Inn The beat go's on Bright lights Stripped trousers Men on bikes Ladies sell flowers Restaurant's cappuccino Long street lives Cosmopolitan heaven Twenty four seven

Continue reading...

In pubs with bar flies. Kronenburg, Becks, Carling, Stella Artois and Fosters, Dancing in our blood, Utterly inured; we are endured by all: The solipsism most profound. And when Johnnie, Jack and Jameson join, The sentimental and the morbid Are conjoined. And **** In the custody of beer halls, The shadows that draw, fade, And calls – e’en Death’s! -- are put on hold! No time; instead, before the last, another pint. For in this hallowed inn, Drinking what’s in the glass, And espousing the glow within, Cares regress. No woes, Or loaded psyches, For when the pressure builds, The best: a jet of yellow bliss, Relieves the pain, On Armitage Shanks' porcelain.

0

Sep 29, 2017

Sep 29, 2017 at 6:50 PM UTC

In pubs with bar flies. Kronenburg, Becks, Carling, Stella Artois and Fosters, Dancing in our blood, Utterly inured; we are endured by all: The solipsism most profound. And when Johnnie, Jack and Jameson join, The sentimental and the morbid Are conjoined. And **** In the custody of beer halls, The shadows that draw, fade, And calls – e’en Death’s! -- are put on hold! No time; instead, before the last, another pint. For in this hallowed inn, Drinking what’s in the glass, And espousing the glow within, Cares regress. No woes, Or loaded psyches, For when the pressure builds, The best: a jet of yellow bliss, Relieves the pain, On Armitage Shanks' porcelain.

Continue reading...

Ek metro, saanp si guzar rahi hai kuch duur Ek nabh faila hai uske upar - Neela sa kaala Ek chaand chamak raha hai uss nabh mein Kuch baadal sarak rahe hain paas mein uske Usi metro ki tarah par dheere zara Thandi hawayei hain. Usme goonjta mera aaj khada Kuch thandak hai inn hawaon mein Aur bohot sara sukoon bhara Aisi hi hoti hai wo chaand ki thandak? Jinhen sunte, apna bachpan beet gaya Kya sheetalta swarg ki aisi hai kahin? Jisey suna kayion ka jeevan guzar gaya Kya raambaan sukh yahi toh nahi Kya kamdhenu vriksha aisa tha kabhi Kya Ramcharitmanas mein hanumat Ka Rambhakti amrit lagta tha yun hi? Aisa hi amritmay bachpan mein, yaad hai mujhko lagta tha Zameen se shuru uss lambi khidki Se yahi chaand chamakta dikhta tha Mama sa ban chup shant bhav se Kuch baatein meri sunta tha Kyunki khud bhumi par bistar pe so Holi mujhe khilayi thi Khud bhookhe reh uss ke paiso Se mere bhai ko idli chakhayi thi Bohot pasand thi usko uski idli Aur rangbhari mujhe holi meri Kya kabhi unhen main unka wapas Ye rinn chukta kar paungi Kya kabhi unnsi balwaan main ban kar Unke liye itna kar paungi? Kya usi chaand ki thandak si khushiyan Unki jholi mein bhar paungi? Kya bhool maaf karne ki hadd Ko paar kar kar ke thake nahi wo? Kya raat bhar bhi jagkar subah Hans dawa banna bhoole nahi wo Kya insaani roop mein hain Bhagwan, "maa baap" kehlate jo?

0

Nov 29, 2019

Nov 29, 2019 at 10:16 AM UTC

Ek metro, saanp si guzar rahi hai kuch duur Ek nabh faila hai uske upar - Neela sa kaala Ek chaand chamak raha hai uss nabh mein Kuch baadal sarak rahe hain paas mein uske Usi metro ki tarah par dheere zara Thandi hawayei hain. Usme goonjta mera aaj khada Kuch thandak hai inn hawaon mein Aur bohot sara sukoon bhara Aisi hi hoti hai wo chaand ki thandak? Jinhen sunte, apna bachpan beet gaya Kya sheetalta swarg ki aisi hai kahin? Jisey suna kayion ka jeevan guzar gaya Kya raambaan sukh yahi toh nahi Kya kamdhenu vriksha aisa tha kabhi Kya Ramcharitmanas mein hanumat Ka Rambhakti amrit lagta tha yun hi? Aisa hi amritmay bachpan mein, yaad hai mujhko lagta tha Zameen se shuru uss lambi khidki Se yahi chaand chamakta dikhta tha Mama sa ban chup shant bhav se Kuch baatein meri sunta tha Kyunki khud bhumi par bistar pe so Holi mujhe khilayi thi Khud bhookhe reh uss ke paiso Se mere bhai ko idli chakhayi thi Bohot pasand thi usko uski idli Aur rangbhari mujhe holi meri Kya kabhi unhen main unka wapas Ye rinn chukta kar paungi Kya kabhi unnsi balwaan main ban kar Unke liye itna kar paungi? Kya usi chaand ki thandak si khushiyan Unki jholi mein bhar paungi? Kya bhool maaf karne ki hadd Ko paar kar kar ke thake nahi wo? Kya raat bhar bhi jagkar subah Hans dawa banna bhoole nahi wo Kya insaani roop mein hain Bhagwan, "maa baap" kehlate jo?

Continue reading...

Ruddy's was the place to be on Wednesday nights, cheap drinks, free hotdogs and the graceful presence of Times Square hookers late at night, what a wonderful scene, marines hookers and the best jazz juke box inn manhattan, rowdy and something almost always happened, better than life. I was a young man in a strange country, had my fists tested in FLA and Brooklyn for stupid prejudices on my behalf and others, words hurt only those who do not know their meaning and root. There was a black man sitting next to me, quiet and still, a true barfly, he turned and said; - you are not from round here- - no - I said -I am from Mexico - - you don't look Mexican, but let's go with it, I don't look African American either- - r you from the south?- -Georgia, as they call it - -well, I've worked in FLA and met some rednecks, Cubans, blacks, but almost no Chinese- -you mean yellow- -or ******* - or **** you know men, I prefer racism down south, over there the distinction is cut loose clear, we don't like each other, but here, men I tell you, you wannanother beer?- -sure men- -Girls just wanna **** you cause I'm black, you know, to be cool and **** -yeah, Jewish girls wanna **** white Gentiles, different reasons same goal- -I hear you, here it's all about being fashionable, but deep in the pit it's all fake as a 10 dollar coin- We kept at it until Beth started a fight with another ****** they were calling each other **** I've never heard.

0

Aug 28, 2014

Aug 28, 2014 at 10:43 PM UTC

Dialogue between a **** and a blackman.

Ruddy's was the place to be on Wednesday nights, cheap drinks, free hotdogs and the graceful presence of Times Square hookers late at night, what a wonderful scene, marines hookers and the best jazz juke box inn manhattan, rowdy and something almost always happened, better than life. I was a young man in a strange country, had my fists tested in FLA and Brooklyn for stupid prejudices on my behalf and others, words hurt only those who do not know their meaning and root. There was a black man sitting next to me, quiet and still, a true barfly, he turned and said; - you are not from round here- - no - I said -I am from Mexico - - you don't look Mexican, but let's go with it, I don't look African American either- - r you from the south?- -Georgia, as they call it - -well, I've worked in FLA and met some rednecks, Cubans, blacks, but almost no Chinese- -you mean yellow- -or ******* - or **** you know men, I prefer racism down south, over there the distinction is cut loose clear, we don't like each other, but here, men I tell you, you wannanother beer?- -sure men- -Girls just wanna **** you cause I'm black, you know, to be cool and **** -yeah, Jewish girls wanna **** white Gentiles, different reasons same goal- -I hear you, here it's all about being fashionable, but deep in the pit it's all fake as a 10 dollar coin- We kept at it until Beth started a fight with another ****** they were calling each other **** I've never heard.

Continue reading...

Tuesday 7:57 pm 15/3/2016 Woh jaa chuka hai… Laakh koshish kar lunn, Woh na rukha… Woh nahi rukega.. aab kabhi Kitna bhi usse yaad kar lunn.. Woh jaa chukka hai..! Woh na aab kabhi ageyega Rutha jo hai mujhse bahut, Shayed nafrat bhi aab, pahele se zaida karne laga hai… woh jaa chukka hai…! Haan maine koshish ki hai ussko, Bahut bhulane ki… par sab bhul jaati *** Shivayen uss ke… 2 saal ** gayen inn baton ko yaad kar ke, Ki kabhi na kabhi aa hi jayegaa woh! Woh yaadein jo chah kar bhi, Kabhi bhulne hi nahi diya. Jaane kya pata… ye pyaar hi tha Yaa fhir ekh sapnaa… Woh jaa chukka hai!

0

Mar 28, 2016

Mar 28, 2016 at 3:23 AM UTC

woh jaa chuka h... (part- 1)

Tuesday 7:57 pm 15/3/2016 Woh jaa chuka hai… Laakh koshish kar lunn, Woh na rukha… Woh nahi rukega.. aab kabhi Kitna bhi usse yaad kar lunn.. Woh jaa chukka hai..! Woh na aab kabhi ageyega Rutha jo hai mujhse bahut, Shayed nafrat bhi aab, pahele se zaida karne laga hai… woh jaa chukka hai…! Haan maine koshish ki hai ussko, Bahut bhulane ki… par sab bhul jaati *** Shivayen uss ke… 2 saal ** gayen inn baton ko yaad kar ke, Ki kabhi na kabhi aa hi jayegaa woh! Woh yaadein jo chah kar bhi, Kabhi bhulne hi nahi diya. Jaane kya pata… ye pyaar hi tha Yaa fhir ekh sapnaa… Woh jaa chukka hai!

Continue reading...

You are the town and we are the clock. We are the guardians of the gate in the rock. The Two. On your left and on your right In the day and in the night, We are watching you. Wiser not to ask just what has occurred To them who disobeyed our word; To those We were the whirlpool, we were the reef, We were the formal nightmare, grief And the unlucky rose. Climb up the crane, learn the sailor's words When the ships from the islands laden with birds Come in. Tell your stories of fishing and other men's wives: The expansive moments of constricted lives In the lighted inn. But do not imagine we do not know Nor that what you hide with such care won't show At a glance. Nothing is done, nothing is said, But don't make the mistake of believing us dead: I shouldn't dance. We're afraid in that case you'll have a fall. We've been watching you over the garden wall For hours. The sky is darkening like a stain, Something is going to fall like rain And it won't be flowers. When the green field comes off like a lid Revealing what was much better hid: Unpleasant. And look, behind you without a sound The woods have come up and are standing round In deadly crescent. The bolt is sliding in its groove, Outside the window is the black removers' van. And now with sudden swift emergence Come the woman in dark glasses and humpbacked surgeons And the scissors man. This might happen any day So be careful what you say Or do. Be clean, be tidy, oil the lock, Trim the garden, wind the clock, Remember the Two.

0

6.7k

You are the town and we are the clock. We are the guardians of the gate in the rock. The Two. On your left and on your right In the day and in the night, We are watching you. Wiser not to ask just what has occurred To them who disobeyed our word; To those We were the whirlpool, we were the reef, We were the formal nightmare, grief And the unlucky rose. Climb up the crane, learn the sailor's words When the ships from the islands laden with birds Come in. Tell your stories of fishing and other men's wives: The expansive moments of constricted lives In the lighted inn. But do not imagine we do not know Nor that what you hide with such care won't show At a glance. Nothing is done, nothing is said, But don't make the mistake of believing us dead: I shouldn't dance. We're afraid in that case you'll have a fall. We've been watching you over the garden wall For hours. The sky is darkening like a stain, Something is going to fall like rain And it won't be flowers. When the green field comes off like a lid Revealing what was much better hid: Unpleasant. And look, behind you without a sound The woods have come up and are standing round In deadly crescent. The bolt is sliding in its groove, Outside the window is the black removers' van. And now with sudden swift emergence Come the woman in dark glasses and humpbacked surgeons And the scissors man. This might happen any day So be careful what you say Or do. Be clean, be tidy, oil the lock, Trim the garden, wind the clock, Remember the Two.

Continue reading...

When I go in search of You In the rain of my tears too. During walking, talking so I meet every friend or foe No left any inn or cave Each one prisoner and slave So I am too weak to do When I go in search of You At last I find lovely sign Like a bliss to soul refine Transparent and sacred You Reflecting in morning dew I see you seconds a few When I go in search of You

0

Apr 12, 2015

Apr 12, 2015 at 9:42 AM UTC

EVERYONE IN SEARCH OF YOU

When I go in search of You In the rain of my tears too. During walking, talking so I meet every friend or foe No left any inn or cave Each one prisoner and slave So I am too weak to do When I go in search of You At last I find lovely sign Like a bliss to soul refine Transparent and sacred You Reflecting in morning dew I see you seconds a few When I go in search of You

Continue reading...

Meri bebasi ka bayaan hai bas chal raha na iss ghadi Meri bebasi ka bayaan hai bas chal raha na iss ghadi Ras hasrat ka nichod doon Kas baahon mein aa tod doon Chaahoon kya jaanu naa Chheen loon chhod doon Iss lamhe kya kar jaaun Iss lamhe kya kar jaaun.. Iss lamhe kya kar doon jo mujhe chain mile aaraam mile Aur ** Aur ** Saans ka shor ** aanch bhi aur badhe Aur ** Aur ** Saans ka shor ** taap bhi aur chadhe Aur ** Aur ** Aur mile hum aur bhi jal jaaye Tujhe pehli baar main milta hoon har dafaa Meri bebasi ka bayaan hai Tujhe chheen loon ya chhod doon Maang loon yaa mod doon Iss lamhe kya kar jaaun Iss lamhe kya kar doon Jo mujhe chain mile aaram mile Aur ** Aur ** Saans ka shor ** aanch bhi aur badhe Aur ** Aur ** Saans ka shor ** taap bhi aur chadhe Aur ** Aur ** Aur mile hum aur bhi jal jaayein le le le........ Jiya jiya... Piya piya... ye hey.... Main hasrat mein ek uljhi dor huaa Suljha de ** ** Main dastak hoon Tu bandh kiwaado sa Khul ja re ** O bebasi mann mein basi Aa Jeete jeete jee le sapna Aur ** aur ** Saans ka shor ** aanch ki aur badhe Aur ** aur ** Saans ka shor ** taap ki aur chadhe Aur ** aur ** Aur mile hum aur bhi jal jaaye Ruke se naa ruke Ye naa thake Aandhi si jo chale inn saanso ki Pata bhi naa chale kahaan pe kya jale Hai darr se, tann-mann ki, siharan se Hasrat ki, sulgan se Bhadke aur shola shola Jale bujhe dhuaan dhuaan O dhuaan dhuaan Lage mujhe dhuaan dhuaan o Meri bebasi ka bayaan hai Meri bebasi ka bayaan hai Meri bebasi ka bayaan hai

0

Feb 21, 2015

Feb 21, 2015 at 8:10 AM UTC

Meri bebasi ka bayaan hai bas chal raha na iss ghadi Meri bebasi ka bayaan hai bas chal raha na iss ghadi Ras hasrat ka nichod doon Kas baahon mein aa tod doon Chaahoon kya jaanu naa Chheen loon chhod doon Iss lamhe kya kar jaaun Iss lamhe kya kar jaaun.. Iss lamhe kya kar doon jo mujhe chain mile aaraam mile Aur ** Aur ** Saans ka shor ** aanch bhi aur badhe Aur ** Aur ** Saans ka shor ** taap bhi aur chadhe Aur ** Aur ** Aur mile hum aur bhi jal jaaye Tujhe pehli baar main milta hoon har dafaa Meri bebasi ka bayaan hai Tujhe chheen loon ya chhod doon Maang loon yaa mod doon Iss lamhe kya kar jaaun Iss lamhe kya kar doon Jo mujhe chain mile aaram mile Aur ** Aur ** Saans ka shor ** aanch bhi aur badhe Aur ** Aur ** Saans ka shor ** taap bhi aur chadhe Aur ** Aur ** Aur mile hum aur bhi jal jaayein le le le........ Jiya jiya... Piya piya... ye hey.... Main hasrat mein ek uljhi dor huaa Suljha de ** ** Main dastak hoon Tu bandh kiwaado sa Khul ja re ** O bebasi mann mein basi Aa Jeete jeete jee le sapna Aur ** aur ** Saans ka shor ** aanch ki aur badhe Aur ** aur ** Saans ka shor ** taap ki aur chadhe Aur ** aur ** Aur mile hum aur bhi jal jaaye Ruke se naa ruke Ye naa thake Aandhi si jo chale inn saanso ki Pata bhi naa chale kahaan pe kya jale Hai darr se, tann-mann ki, siharan se Hasrat ki, sulgan se Bhadke aur shola shola Jale bujhe dhuaan dhuaan O dhuaan dhuaan Lage mujhe dhuaan dhuaan o Meri bebasi ka bayaan hai Meri bebasi ka bayaan hai Meri bebasi ka bayaan hai

Continue reading...

Kabhi apne aap ko bhoolti *** Kabhi apne aap ko chunti *** Bas dhundhti *** khud ko Kabhi inn bikhre panno mein Kabhi inme likhe lafzon mein Padhti *** khud ko Kabhi dhokha kha jane mein Fir khud ko saza de jane mein Maarti *** khud ko Kabhi baarish ki awaz mein Kabhi hawaon ki aahat mein Dekhti *** khud ko Kabhi bajte huwe piano mein Kabhi gaano ke taraano mein Sunti *** khud ko Kabhi uski aankhon ke paani mein Kabhi uski di hui zubani mein Paati *** khud ko Bas dhundhti *** khud ko Bas dhundhti *** khud ko

0

Jan 10, 2019

Jan 10, 2019 at 1:34 AM UTC

Dhundhti *** Khud Ko

Kabhi apne aap ko bhoolti *** Kabhi apne aap ko chunti *** Bas dhundhti *** khud ko Kabhi inn bikhre panno mein Kabhi inme likhe lafzon mein Padhti *** khud ko Kabhi dhokha kha jane mein Fir khud ko saza de jane mein Maarti *** khud ko Kabhi baarish ki awaz mein Kabhi hawaon ki aahat mein Dekhti *** khud ko Kabhi bajte huwe piano mein Kabhi gaano ke taraano mein Sunti *** khud ko Kabhi uski aankhon ke paani mein Kabhi uski di hui zubani mein Paati *** khud ko Bas dhundhti *** khud ko Bas dhundhti *** khud ko

Continue reading...

I did a gig last night at the local bar - Moderation Inn, they called it and I played the piano late into the night - the usual tunes, the usual crowd: friends and lovers people talking aloud no one who drank in moderation; couples dancing...when I noticed an elephant in the corner crying, and I said to the elephant even as I continued playing: "Recognise the tune?" "No," said the elephant, shaking its head "I recognise the ivory"

0

Oct 11, 2014

Oct 11, 2014 at 10:04 PM UTC

elephant crying

I did a gig last night at the local bar - Moderation Inn, they called it and I played the piano late into the night - the usual tunes, the usual crowd: friends and lovers people talking aloud no one who drank in moderation; couples dancing...when I noticed an elephant in the corner crying, and I said to the elephant even as I continued playing: "Recognise the tune?" "No," said the elephant, shaking its head "I recognise the ivory"

Continue reading...

kidz are smoking my songs, drinkin' and sniffin' welcome to the trip-inn, where magic is grippin' the tragic city, neon lights, neon lights, demon's nights i'm all in, never ever falling, swirling frisky, like a frisbee 45 to 88, made myself a shake beat like an earthquake, first take crying for a remake, dying for a remake 1000 tons of cheesecake, beafsteakz yummy yummy, my past was slummy so, you find tizzop where the ice is my lifestyle is priceless, priceless i don't care, nobody is viceless how could one dare to imitate this flair? i don't say words, i shout "yeah yeah!" ipod-white teeth, you stop to breathe and now be good, baby, get on ya knees

0

Sep 10, 2020

Sep 10, 2020 at 7:29 PM UTC

kidz are smoking my songs, drinkin' and sniffin' welcome to the trip-inn, where magic is grippin' the tragic city, neon lights, neon lights, demon's nights i'm all in, never ever falling, swirling frisky, like a frisbee 45 to 88, made myself a shake beat like an earthquake, first take crying for a remake, dying for a remake 1000 tons of cheesecake, beafsteakz yummy yummy, my past was slummy so, you find tizzop where the ice is my lifestyle is priceless, priceless i don't care, nobody is viceless how could one dare to imitate this flair? i don't say words, i shout "yeah yeah!" ipod-white teeth, you stop to breathe and now be good, baby, get on ya knees

Continue reading...

The fading state lines spells memories, as the rain comes down, a clutch of fallen gratitude may possibly release the pain. Spent embraces dissolve those hard shouldered highways. Let your tumblers of Tennessee cry resolution, as the doe eyed Gypsy Inn dims low, receding as this one night stand.

0

Sep 20, 2013

Sep 20, 2013 at 8:29 AM UTC

One night stands and fading stars

The fading state lines spells memories, as the rain comes down, a clutch of fallen gratitude may possibly release the pain. Spent embraces dissolve those hard shouldered highways. Let your tumblers of Tennessee cry resolution, as the doe eyed Gypsy Inn dims low, receding as this one night stand.

Continue reading...

About me young careless feet Linger along the garish street; Above, a hundred shouting signs Shed down their bright fantastic glow Upon the merry crowd and lines Of moving carriages below. Oh wonderful is Broadway -- only My heart, my heart is lonely. Desire naked, linked with Passion, Goes trutting by in brazen fashion; From playhouse, cabaret and inn The rainbow lights of Broadway blaze All gay without, all glad within; As in a dream I stand and gaze At Broadway, shining Broadway -- only My heart, my heart is lonely.

0

3.7k

About me young careless feet Linger along the garish street; Above, a hundred shouting signs Shed down their bright fantastic glow Upon the merry crowd and lines Of moving carriages below. Oh wonderful is Broadway -- only My heart, my heart is lonely. Desire naked, linked with Passion, Goes trutting by in brazen fashion; From playhouse, cabaret and inn The rainbow lights of Broadway blaze All gay without, all glad within; As in a dream I stand and gaze At Broadway, shining Broadway -- only My heart, my heart is lonely.

Continue reading...

115 What Inn is this Where for the night Peculiar Traveller comes? Who is the Landlord? Where the maids? Behold, what curious rooms! No ruddy fires on the hearth— No brimming Tankards flow— Necromancer! Landlord! Who are these below?

0

3.6k

Emily Dickinson

What Inn is this

115 What Inn is this Where for the night Peculiar Traveller comes? Who is the Landlord? Where the maids? Behold, what curious rooms! No ruddy fires on the hearth— No brimming Tankards flow— Necromancer! Landlord! Who are these below?

Continue reading...

Had he and I but met By some old ancient inn, We should have set us down to wet Right many a nipperkin! But ranged as infantry, And staring face to face, I shot at him as he at me, And killed him in his place. I shot him dead because— Because he was my foe, Just so: my foe of course he was; That’s clear enough; although He thought he’d ‘list, perhaps, Off-hand like—just as I— Was out of work—had sold his traps— No other reason why. Yes; quaint and curious war is! You shoot a fellow down You’d treat, if met where any bar is, Or help to half a crown.

0

3.4k

The Man He Killed

Had he and I but met By some old ancient inn, We should have set us down to wet Right many a nipperkin! But ranged as infantry, And staring face to face, I shot at him as he at me, And killed him in his place. I shot him dead because— Because he was my foe, Just so: my foe of course he was; That’s clear enough; although He thought he’d ‘list, perhaps, Off-hand like—just as I— Was out of work—had sold his traps— No other reason why. Yes; quaint and curious war is! You shoot a fellow down You’d treat, if met where any bar is, Or help to half a crown.

Continue reading...

If every button on your blouse and jeans Were the knobs of the doors Of the Budget Inn I would wrap my hand around them forcefully And twist and turn until I finally gained entry. And if the unwashed comforters That cover the soiled beds Were your eager lips I would jump into them Until the stains left by other lovers Made their mark on my skin In the form of broken blood vessels And residual lipstick. And if the thin pages of the Dust-covered bible tucked into the nightstand Were every word you whispered Before sinking your teeth into my skin I would rip out every page And paste them over the peeling wallpaper So that I would be able to read them Again and again and again Until I finally believed That more than failed religion Could bring me to my knees.

0

Aug 31, 2013

Aug 31, 2013 at 4:24 PM UTC

If every button on your blouse and jeans Were the knobs of the doors Of the Budget Inn I would wrap my hand around them forcefully And twist and turn until I finally gained entry. And if the unwashed comforters That cover the soiled beds Were your eager lips I would jump into them Until the stains left by other lovers Made their mark on my skin In the form of broken blood vessels And residual lipstick. And if the thin pages of the Dust-covered bible tucked into the nightstand Were every word you whispered Before sinking your teeth into my skin I would rip out every page And paste them over the peeling wallpaper So that I would be able to read them Again and again and again Until I finally believed That more than failed religion Could bring me to my knees.

Continue reading...

Not too distant beach tree sways in distance Mandala Rorschach blot patterns dance like celebrating Salish drum circle There's a hallow college sound of crime show to my left Bickering with the occasional crush of, **** my job is stressful." A sleeping armadillo composed of quarks reflective within a drop of water Fallen from the bottom-bulged North 49 canteen A foot and 3/4ths away the snow-white generic of a ***** coffee mug formerly host to a Tetley green stands silent Reminiscent of the eternal stillness of a mountain range Fibonacci's name rings inexplicably from tilting branches And I can't help but wonder if I would be grasping his hand in grasping a branch. 19 years alive and I can't help asking if I've grown-up too fast Or simply grown into myself. I feel old young and somewhere indescribable most of the time and it's funny I cannot even fathom the length of 22 years. A deflated balloon yellow like trend pants or sunrise sits like dejected missile No longer screaming towards Gaza No longer screaming. A Holiday Inn Express pen sits with a ready-call number Part of its mustang flame If its quality of penmanship has any parallel to hotel service Perhaps I'll stick with hostels.

0

Nov 29, 2012

Nov 29, 2012 at 2:34 PM UTC

Not too distant beach tree sways in distance Mandala Rorschach blot patterns dance like celebrating Salish drum circle There's a hallow college sound of crime show to my left Bickering with the occasional crush of, **** my job is stressful." A sleeping armadillo composed of quarks reflective within a drop of water Fallen from the bottom-bulged North 49 canteen A foot and 3/4ths away the snow-white generic of a ***** coffee mug formerly host to a Tetley green stands silent Reminiscent of the eternal stillness of a mountain range Fibonacci's name rings inexplicably from tilting branches And I can't help but wonder if I would be grasping his hand in grasping a branch. 19 years alive and I can't help asking if I've grown-up too fast Or simply grown into myself. I feel old young and somewhere indescribable most of the time and it's funny I cannot even fathom the length of 22 years. A deflated balloon yellow like trend pants or sunrise sits like dejected missile No longer screaming towards Gaza No longer screaming. A Holiday Inn Express pen sits with a ready-call number Part of its mustang flame If its quality of penmanship has any parallel to hotel service Perhaps I'll stick with hostels.

Continue reading...

mai sukhi daali ka ek murjhaya hua bela hu par ye sach hai udash hu aaj mai, bahut akela hu ye alag baat hai ki mai jutha bahut hu haa par sach batau mai tuta bahut hu aaj tak maine sapne sanjoya bahut hai sach batau to akele me roya bahut hai iss rangeen dunia me pyar ke naam bahut hai par sach batau to aaj pyar badnaam bahut hai jo ek adhura khwab tune inn ankho me diye the par sach batau to gum bhi sirf tune hi diye the ye alag baat hai ki mujhe pyar ki samajh naa thi par sach batau to tumhe pyar ki parakh nahi thi ye alag baat hai, maine hass ke bhulaya bahut hai par sach batau to mere apno ne hi iss dil ko dukhaya bahut hai iss dil ko dukhaya bahut hai....

0

Dec 6, 2017

Dec 6, 2017 at 11:17 AM UTC

shashank-k-dwivedi

mai sukhi daali ka ek murjhaya hua bela hu par ye sach hai udash hu aaj mai, bahut akela hu ye alag baat hai ki mai jutha bahut hu haa par sach batau mai tuta bahut hu aaj tak maine sapne sanjoya bahut hai sach batau to akele me roya bahut hai iss rangeen dunia me pyar ke naam bahut hai par sach batau to aaj pyar badnaam bahut hai jo ek adhura khwab tune inn ankho me diye the par sach batau to gum bhi sirf tune hi diye the ye alag baat hai ki mujhe pyar ki samajh naa thi par sach batau to tumhe pyar ki parakh nahi thi ye alag baat hai, maine hass ke bhulaya bahut hai par sach batau to mere apno ne hi iss dil ko dukhaya bahut hai iss dil ko dukhaya bahut hai....

Continue reading...

We ambled the streets of Harare Meandering aimlessly Fleeting past wide-eyes scanning us enviously Hand in hand we walked into the restaurant Leisurely on Second Street Our hunger awakened Our appetites heightened At almost closing time With no one in overtime mode A signal that here we could only dine on another day Joina City was our next stop Up the lift right to the top 'Closed' it read at the coffee shop Into the nearest chair I went flop! Though hungry, we gabbed non-stop By and by we regarded the clock It chimed 8 o'clock And sadly, it was time to go home Busy and noisy Were the streets of Harare Jabbering crowds, kombis hooting Hawkers, vendors or is it hustlers now - Calling for buyers or just huddled to pass time No chill in Harare Picturesque like a dream Surreal… Hand in hand we dawdled In despair for a hot meal In the shimmering distance Like a mirage in the desert The neon lights read 'Creamy Inn' Something to calm our rambling bellies At last… Nippy evening air hit our souls 'Ice-cream tastes better at night' I said 'I can't believe I'm having ice-cream' He said We frolicked Hand in hand we danced past faces painted with adoration 'What a handsome lover!' They probably thought: My delectable younger brother

0

Oct 27, 2017

Oct 27, 2017 at 4:18 PM UTC

constance-van-niekerk

Down the Streets of Harare

We ambled the streets of Harare Meandering aimlessly Fleeting past wide-eyes scanning us enviously Hand in hand we walked into the restaurant Leisurely on Second Street Our hunger awakened Our appetites heightened At almost closing time With no one in overtime mode A signal that here we could only dine on another day Joina City was our next stop Up the lift right to the top 'Closed' it read at the coffee shop Into the nearest chair I went flop! Though hungry, we gabbed non-stop By and by we regarded the clock It chimed 8 o'clock And sadly, it was time to go home Busy and noisy Were the streets of Harare Jabbering crowds, kombis hooting Hawkers, vendors or is it hustlers now - Calling for buyers or just huddled to pass time No chill in Harare Picturesque like a dream Surreal… Hand in hand we dawdled In despair for a hot meal In the shimmering distance Like a mirage in the desert The neon lights read 'Creamy Inn' Something to calm our rambling bellies At last… Nippy evening air hit our souls 'Ice-cream tastes better at night' I said 'I can't believe I'm having ice-cream' He said We frolicked Hand in hand we danced past faces painted with adoration 'What a handsome lover!' They probably thought: My delectable younger brother

Continue reading...

I remember quite distinctly The night the Angel came Hovering above my field And calling me by name Fred, the Angel yelled to me Waking all my sheep I yelled "you stupid ****** twit" I've just got them to sleep He said a king was born to man And I must go to see I said, "I've got these bleating sheep" I don't do this for free The angel said follow the star All the way to Bethlehem I told him, you must be ****** daft My next shift starts at ten I've been around the world a bit And I've seen a lot of stunts But this angel hung right in the air And his wings did not flap once He said there is a child And he will be the King of Kings I didn't really listen much I was still watching those **** wings The sheep were going batty The field was bight as bright could be I said, of all the shepherds round here Why did you come wake me? He said to travel swiftly And to follow yonder star I said, I'm off to bed mate I'm not going on that far Then there came a bolt of lightning He had barbecued a ewe I thought this bird means business I mean just what could I do? I left my flock with Charlie The shepherd two fields over one And I said I'll be back soon mate I'm off to see the holy son I met up with some others All of us had the same tale Of an angel flinging lightning So we all felt we best bail.... I got there in December I'd been travelling for months The only thing I thought of Those wings...did not move once There inside a manger behind an inn...full up each day Was where I saw a vision I'll remember to my last day Three wise men dressed in robements A little kid, and his tin drum Some donkeys and a camel The baby Jesus and his mum Dad, was in the corner All alone hanging his head He said "How could this have happened" "I never left the bed" I looked upon the baby And I looked down upon that face He looked at me and smiled You could feel a state of grace I really didn't know then What I was here to do But, now I know my task was To tell everyone I knew So, I started out on homeward To tell old Charlie of the kid I picked him up a present Yep..that's exactly what I did I guess the world must owe me and this I 'll stand and shout You could consider my gift to Charlie Was the first true gift given out Now, I sit and watch the sheep here People come up just to see The shepherd who started gifting The shepherd...that is me!!!

0

Nov 19, 2015

Nov 19, 2015 at 11:41 PM UTC

I remember quite distinctly The night the Angel came Hovering above my field And calling me by name Fred, the Angel yelled to me Waking all my sheep I yelled "you stupid ****** twit" I've just got them to sleep He said a king was born to man And I must go to see I said, "I've got these bleating sheep" I don't do this for free The angel said follow the star All the way to Bethlehem I told him, you must be ****** daft My next shift starts at ten I've been around the world a bit And I've seen a lot of stunts But this angel hung right in the air And his wings did not flap once He said there is a child And he will be the King of Kings I didn't really listen much I was still watching those **** wings The sheep were going batty The field was bight as bright could be I said, of all the shepherds round here Why did you come wake me? He said to travel swiftly And to follow yonder star I said, I'm off to bed mate I'm not going on that far Then there came a bolt of lightning He had barbecued a ewe I thought this bird means business I mean just what could I do? I left my flock with Charlie The shepherd two fields over one And I said I'll be back soon mate I'm off to see the holy son I met up with some others All of us had the same tale Of an angel flinging lightning So we all felt we best bail.... I got there in December I'd been travelling for months The only thing I thought of Those wings...did not move once There inside a manger behind an inn...full up each day Was where I saw a vision I'll remember to my last day Three wise men dressed in robements A little kid, and his tin drum Some donkeys and a camel The baby Jesus and his mum Dad, was in the corner All alone hanging his head He said "How could this have happened" "I never left the bed" I looked upon the baby And I looked down upon that face He looked at me and smiled You could feel a state of grace I really didn't know then What I was here to do But, now I know my task was To tell everyone I knew So, I started out on homeward To tell old Charlie of the kid I picked him up a present Yep..that's exactly what I did I guess the world must owe me and this I 'll stand and shout You could consider my gift to Charlie Was the first true gift given out Now, I sit and watch the sheep here People come up just to see The shepherd who started gifting The shepherd...that is me!!!

Continue reading...

Road Trippin, with my click Excited as all hell Blaring Beats through Bama Salty ocean I can smell We reach the main strip Find the Days Inn First we eat our fill Now where’s my gin The beach is a constant party Sunup to sundown We have three rooms connected Hailing from T Town Many more friends are here Joining our festivities We spent more money on ***** Then any other amenities Man after man begins to drop Who will last the night Incorporate the puke and rally Get back in the fight The week has reached it’s close Ready to head home Yet once we leave I know to well I’ll miss the sea’s white foam Well so long my dear Panama Another trip I will make For I had the time of my life On my first spring break

0

Feb 27, 2013

Feb 27, 2013 at 7:55 PM UTC

Road Trippin, with my click Excited as all hell Blaring Beats through Bama Salty ocean I can smell We reach the main strip Find the Days Inn First we eat our fill Now where’s my gin The beach is a constant party Sunup to sundown We have three rooms connected Hailing from T Town Many more friends are here Joining our festivities We spent more money on ***** Then any other amenities Man after man begins to drop Who will last the night Incorporate the puke and rally Get back in the fight The week has reached it’s close Ready to head home Yet once we leave I know to well I’ll miss the sea’s white foam Well so long my dear Panama Another trip I will make For I had the time of my life On my first spring break

Continue reading...

1202 The Frost was never seen— If met, too rapid passed, Or in too unsubstantial Team— The Flowers notice first A Stranger hovering round A Symptom of alarm In Villages remotely set But search effaces him Till some retrieveless Night Our Vigilance at waste The Garden gets the only shot That never could be traced. Unproved is much we know— Unknown the worst we fear— Of Strangers is the Earth the Inn Of Secrets is the Air— To analyze perhaps A Philip would prefer But Labor vaster than myself I find it to infer.

0

3.3k

Emily Dickinson

The Frost was never seen—

1202 The Frost was never seen— If met, too rapid passed, Or in too unsubstantial Team— The Flowers notice first A Stranger hovering round A Symptom of alarm In Villages remotely set But search effaces him Till some retrieveless Night Our Vigilance at waste The Garden gets the only shot That never could be traced. Unproved is much we know— Unknown the worst we fear— Of Strangers is the Earth the Inn Of Secrets is the Air— To analyze perhaps A Philip would prefer But Labor vaster than myself I find it to infer.

Continue reading...