"walla" poems
there’s a network of vigilance
around the guarded causeway
of walla walla
the stacked cinders
and smoking rails
leave nothing
but black hooded fate
gray halls
and razor scrawls
mark the hellion crust
abandoned overtures
and dead fill
cloud the horror
and retribution
of this hell hole
bloaters and skin heads
(with wretched memoirs)
shout incessantly
from the second floor
adolphus greely
reading over the
rights of nantucket
and banging his head
on the bent steel bars
with pockets pinched
and tumblers dangling
the stone walls soften...
a seminal moment
crosses the roo house
as mother mary
and the good painted warrior
loosen a finely tuned grip
Sep 18, 2018
Sep 18, 2018 at 2:04 PM UTC
THE CONSTELLATION OF THE GIRL FROM WALLA-WALLA
I lick her lifeline
"Oh I can see you are
going to have a wet wet life!"
she watches the tip of
my tongue crawl along her heart line
"You will have many many kisses!"
she sips her fine wine
laughs...munches
sweet onions
all I say
comes true right away
guess I got it right
cute girl from
Walla-Walla sleeping
just up against the Pacific Ocean
"Shhhh..!" says the Pacific Ocean
as it watches over
her sleep
I place DayGlo stars
on all her extremities
she becomes her own constellation
the constellation of
the Girl From Walla-Walla
being looked after by a specific Ocean
"Walla-Walla!"
the waves call to her
but she's lost inside a dream
"Are you really a real Walla-Wallan?"
I ask of her
"Yep!" she grins "I'm the real thing!"
"The only Walla-Wallan
I knew before I knew you
was a girl in a book!"
I turn the snow-dome
up-side d-own
watch it snow forever
I remember her
letter telling me
of a snowstorm she once knew
"I took a little of the snowstorm
put it in the fridge so
it could melt in July."
"The snow storm had never met
a July before
so this was its big chance!"
"When the left-over snowstorm
finally got to meet its July
it cried itself into oblivion!"
"...here. . ." her letter
pauses for ever
outside snow falls now
May 10, 2019
May 10, 2019 at 4:53 PM UTC
THE CONSTELLATION OF THE GIRL FROM WALLA-WALLA
I lick her lifeline
"Oh I can see you are
going to have a wet wet life!"
she watches the tip of
my tongue crawl along her heart line
"You will have many many kisses!"
she sips her fine wine
laughs...munches
sweet onions
all I say
comes true right away
guess I got it right
cute girl from
Walla-Wall sleeping
just up against the Pacific Ocean
"Shhhh..!" says the Pacific Ocean
as it watches over
her sleep
I place DayGlo stars
on all her extremities
she becomes her own constellation
the constellation of
the Girl From Walla-Walla
being looked after by a specific Ocean
"Walla-Walla!"
the waves call to her
but she's lost inside a dream
"Are you really a real Walla-Wallan?"
I ask of her
"Yep!" she grins "I'm the real thing!"
"The only Walla-Wallan
I knew before I knew you
was a girl in a book!"
I turn the snow-dome
up-side d-own
watch it snow forever
I remember her
letter telling me
of a snowstorm she once knew
"I took a little of the snowstorm
put it in the fridge so
it could melt in July."
"The snow storm had never met
a July before
so this was its big chance!"
"When the left-over snowstorm
finally got to meet its July
it cried itself into oblivion!"
"...here. . ." her letter
pauses for ever
outside snow falls now
May 10, 2017
May 10, 2017 at 4:25 PM UTC
I walked among the seven woods of Coole:
Shan-walla, where a willow-hordered pond
Gathers the wild duck from the winter dawn;
Shady Kyle-dortha; sunnier Kyle-na-no,
Where many hundred squirrels are as happy
As though they had been hidden hy green houghs
Where old age cannot find them; Paire-na-lee,
Where hazel and ash and privet hlind the paths:
Dim Pairc-na-carraig, where the wild bees fling
Their sudden fragrances on the green air;
Dim Pairc-na-tarav, where enchanted eyes
Have seen immortal, mild, proud shadows walk;
Dim Inchy wood, that hides badger and fox
And marten-cat, and borders that old wood
Wise Buddy Early called the wicked wood:
Seven odours, seven murmurs, seven woods.
I had not eyes like those enchanted eyes,
Yet dreamed that beings happier than men
Moved round me in the shadows, and at night
My dreams were clown hy voices and by fires;
And the images I have woven in this story
Of Forgael and Dectora and the empty waters
Moved round me in the voices and the fires,
And more I may not write of, for they that cleave
The waters of sleep can make a chattering tongue
Heavy like stone, their wisdom being half silence.
How shall I name you, immortal, mild, proud shadows?
I only know that all we know comes from you,
And that you come from Eden on flying feet.
Is Eden far away, or do you hide
From human thought, as hares and mice and coneys
That run before the reaping-hook and lie
In the last ridge of the barley? Do our woods
And winds and ponds cover more quiet woods,
More shining winds, more star-glimmering ponds?
Is Eden out of time and out of space?
And do you gather about us when pale light
Shining on water and fallen among leaves,
And winds blowing from flowers, and whirr of feathers
And the green quiet, have uplifted the heart?
I have made this poem for you, that men may read it
Before they read of Forgael and Dectora,
As men in the old times, before the harps began,
Poured out wine for the high invisible ones.
2.2k
Mummy what's for breakfast?
My tummy starts to ramble
Can you hear?
Hurry mom!! Soon I will have gas..
and gas is trouble... trouble...
Oh my poor child...
Come in the kitchen..
Pass me the Gardenia bread...
all i need is 8 slices of bread
a cup of low fat milk
one fresh egg
3 tablespoonful of brown sugar
and a pinch of salt..
Walla here's the mixer,
mix it well my child..
Now help me put the slices in a tin
A dash of cinnamon, in every slices
and here we are raisins on the top...
Help mummy with steamer now dear
everything is set....
In less than 20 minutes..
We will get your tummy settled....
Breakkfast! Rise and Shine!!!!
May 17, 2013
May 17, 2013 at 7:33 PM UTC
"I always wanted to wander."
"To wander? To where?"
"From Walla Walla to Uganda."
"That's a wide world to wander!"
"You wanna?"
"Wanna what?"
"To wander?"
"To where, Uganda?"
"Youbetcha!"
"I don't want to onomatopoeia anymore!"
"Are you refusing me?"
"You're confusing me!"
"Do I do that usually?"
"Yes, and it's abusing me!
"I didn't used to be."
"But you see it's no use to me,
So start talking lucidly!
You're coming across abstrusely
By talking so loosely.
You've got a lot of 'splaining to do Lucy."
"It started out grand!"
"But quickly got out of hand."
"But you fail to understand."
"You should have planned."
"Is that a reprimand?"
"You're like the ampersand."
"I don't understand."
"It means 'and per se and';
The pronunciation became bland
And three Latin words became 'ampersand'."
"But, don't you need a vacation?"
"What is the relation?"
"It's a matter of pronunciation,
And sometimes punctuation.
Some words deserve elimination.
Yes, and some deserve illumination.
Thus my original illustration.
In the interest of communication,
Some things deserve enunciation."
"I will accept that explanation."
"But, I'm still hugely fond of
The two of us going to Uganda;
As we internationally wander
I'm sure it will make you fonder
The more the two of us wander."
"But I really don't wanna!"
"Don't wanna what?"
"Go to Uganda!"
"That's what you don't wanna?"
"You betcha!"
"It's okay. They probably won't letcha."
Jan 17, 2017
Jan 17, 2017 at 1:08 PM UTC
"No, "No, "No,
I don't wear shoes that's a silly notion
How would I do the laces up?
Trailing like spaghetti I would trip over
More time than walking silly things
"No, "No, "No,
What do I wear wing mittens to keep me
Warm in the cold months, what a silly
Sight I never found a pair odd ones worn
Snagging on trees, my falling out the air.
"No, "No, "No,
I don't use a hankie when I sneeze, last time
I did that I singed my poor nose, if I ever feel
One coming close I put my nostrils in the water
letting it out. Walla I have an instant warm bath.
"Too many questions little one now my turn,
What can I scratch behind an ear yes inwards,
Outwards ,potatoes I some times find if a while
Has past, "Why do you ask?
Am I good at getting thinks out of teeth, brushing
You say? yes a tooth pick I carry around just in case,
Healthy teeth are a must you'll never see me with
Missing teeth I brush morning and night each day.
"Do you have a pet,
I like to walk to, do you have good legs no aches in
The knees, "I would feed you, "What, I would
Feed my pet well chargrilled to perfection every
Meal never without would they be,"cough, you.
This was an interesting talk all because I asked one question?
"Does a dragon wear shoes,
"A dragon doesn't wear shoes,
But enough of this, would you like your steak lightly grilled
Or well done "burnt, he thought was another word.
Mar 12, 2016
Mar 12, 2016 at 3:25 PM UTC
So while
"Gate, Gate,
Paragate,
Parasamgate,
Bodhi,
Svaha!"
is the Great Dharani
and the Radiant Supreme Mantram,
we must also
keep in mind
The Lesser Dharani
of
"Oo Ee
Oo Ah Ah
Ting Tang
Walla Walla Bing Bang"
and also meditate
on the Lesser Mantram
of
"Ohwah
Tagoo
Siam"
and always remember
that us poets
are all enlightened
because we know
the sound
of one hand clapping
because
we always seem
to hear it
when we read aloud
at poetry readings.
Jul 14, 2012
Jul 14, 2012 at 7:12 AM UTC
A zero on its own may hold no value
But add a zero to 10 and behold you get a 100
And the value of zero seems to increase exponentially
Just think in terms of 100,000, add a zero and walla! it's 1,000,000
So, it gives rise to the question
What is really the value of zero
Does Zero mean nothing?
Or does it depend on how you place it?
What if a manager said, 'the production showed zero growth rate'
Would the management shout in glee or consider firing?
Is it silly to think zero is valueless when logically
adding zero at the end of any number only makes it more by tens?
Yes, I'm certifiably crazy but that is not the point!
The point is life is full of paradoxes
So why is that we adamantly stick to one theory of belief
When any number of theories could be true or not
like birth and death and yes of course 'God'!
Aug 30, 2013
Aug 30, 2013 at 4:39 AM UTC
My mind
down dusty corridors, i wander
everywhere lie the discarded thoughts
of a disorganized and undisciplined mind
still its called a thought...
reminiscent of a once busy museum
now deserted and seemingly long forgotten
Then turning a corner,i find myself
suddenly in the midst of a hive of
activity.
A new Curator has come with fresh ideas and input
now my thought has become serious thinking...
which I poured on a piece of blank paper
hmm... now read what an impressive thought
I think it is ...
written on a piece of white sheet
After some painful moments of writer's block..
from once a very disorganized mind..
Walla... a poem written by me at last
May 5, 2013
May 5, 2013 at 6:49 AM UTC
12345678901234567890123456789012345678901234567890123456789012345
Where each digit in ( )'s is assigned the value of one...
character...
And walla this is how many character spaces are available per line here on HP currently...
June 23, 2014
Jun 24, 2014
Jun 24, 2014 at 9:28 PM UTC
Con fide ence cadence
Semper fi, I the ego in the narrator
making wu wei from
around
in
to out a bit, this to that
as we know
we grew, we know we grow
spontaneity- eh, next next next
time
not this time, mmmm
------------
in the body
sense of other, this is the I they say
ego is the enemy,
love thy enemy, I say
schwahng-dong- ting tang
walla walla bing ****
be the laugh
and be the clown, fret not,
this is that
all at once upsidedowninsideout in a word
we are wedom in the sense the wu wei
wei we are making this up, not making this up
we are shown
as we were I once doing the efforting,
wishing to become old and happy,
all my prayers answered in enough and
enough to share with no sorrow added as debt
see me see me see you see me clever
and proud of how fun the giggle is as song,
comfort the feeble mind, it too is mine,
let me rest in the joy of having this time
as mine, in the global reality lit with power
that powers this body using fingers to find letters
to let words
form from better ideas, bet. Put your money down,
opposing forces, from within, we never were
as those who fit the mould of a place native to us,
our kind,
not that kind, this kind, be kind, love, be loving
think
this is friendly, no aggressive faces made, no blush
of rage,
perhaps, yes, haps, here we pursued, but we
ensued peace after passing all we include in me
the
body… and the mind that runs it
and the mind that knows it, so from the top of my head
to the bottom of my feet,
I accept is in state,
in the body, I can say, I am in the body and I have
magic, given as "black box" think what one can make
given the means
to fret not, not a bit o'worry brain, think up a storm
find a way to fill the need, felt real, real empty,
useless, in terms of the whole truth, really
useless, what do I know, I know I lie
about how happy I would be if
next time you could sing wit'me.
Who has a head empty of will to wonder if we can
think we can can we think we can and be happy
when we think we
dodidonitdonit seem we may as well take a given
grin and invest it in the hope, that someday
your day gets,
better to specs, regularly reset to random, wei, wu wei. We, me.
Sep 17, 2021
Sep 17, 2021 at 12:11 AM UTC
I wanna be a wallaby
The wallabies are the best
They beat the mighty all blacks
By 47 to 26
What a win by the wallabies
I can hardly believe my eyes
What a win I hope they can keep it up
Oh yeah and yes they gave the
All blacks a surprise
Perth was the place
To catch the great challenge they embrace
Wattcha wanna be
A walla wallaby
A great win a great win
Oh yeah bow bow
Carn the mighty wallabies
We are the best
Because we beat the best
But who cares because those
Mighty wallabies say to me
Wattcha wanna be
A walla wallaby
Football meat pies yes those
Wallabies beat the odds
And gave the Perth crowd
A great win for them
Carn the wallabies
Carn the wallabies
The all blacks are the team to beat
And we go one-up oh yeah mate yeah
I wanna be a wallaby
Watcha wanna be
A walla wallaby
47 to 26, I can hardly believe my eyes
Yes Australia gave us a surprise
Go the wallabies kick some ****
Go the wallabies show some class
And they did all blacks had their chances
And Australia never gave up
Cold tinnie crack one right now
Cold tinnie crack it open mate
Crack one for the mighty wallabies mate
Cold tinnie crack one right now
Green and gold green and gold
The best team around
Green and gold green and gold
Too good oh yeah
Black is a dark colour
We need to put the bright colours first
Green and gold, cold tinnie cold tinnie
Crack one for the wallabies mate
I am an Aussie and I love life
And I love when the wallabies win
Especially against the mighty all blacks
Well done wallabies 47 to 26
I can hardly believe it
Wattcha wanna be
A walla wallaby
What a win highest ever score
Against New Zealand
Yes dudes what a win
Aug 10, 2019
Aug 10, 2019 at 8:16 AM UTC
What’s up with all these white walls,
and why do they follow me wherever I go,
at the house at the gym,
at the yoga and music studios,
and what’s up with this feeling,
that the bigger the city the lonelier the heart,
see just when you think you’ve reached the finish line,
you realize that actually it’s just the start,
because the bigger the walls are,
the more I feel boxed in,
and I become trapped,
in the four walls I’m lost in,
got in,
around age ten,
now everyone wants a piece,
of what's reaped from the pen,
Nice Win,
that’s what I should call this one,
if you’re already reading this,
I don’t need an introduction,
no other words needed,
except “Congratulations nice win!”,
now what prize would you like,
as a consolation,
“Well Sir.”,
you replied,
that’s tough to decide,
when you’re hi as a star in a good constellation,
and since we’re on the subject of constellations,
what would you call ours,
maybe Big Tripper because Big Dipper’s taken,
I wonder if we could have a Mars,
a Mars as in other planets,
not similar but similar enough to get along,
and speaking of getting along I forgot the subject,
so now I’m Self Edited sulkin’ like Culkin Home Alone,
but don’t trespass,
because I’ve got ***** traps,
if you’re not on the Guest List,
then please don’t pass,
because only thing beyond here,
is white walls that’re real tall,
which gives a feeling of total freedom,
with all windows and no bars,
no bars except these of course,
didn’t mean that last verse as a dis,
to every Bubble Gum Rapper,
and especially to whoever’s at the top of That List,
I wonder what you’d call it,
it as in this,
this life this waking dream,
this moment in time we are all in,
free fallin',
hear the Devil callin',
God too but I'm not ready to move,
so in my body I'm still ballin',
don’t call the enemy Hate,
call the enemy The Darkness of Ignorance,
which is ironic because they say,
the Illuminati is actually the one that offends,
living a fairy tale day dream,
in this story that never ends,
white clouds and white walls,
good times with good friends,
what’s up with all these white walls,
and why do they follow me wherever I go,
at the house at the gym,
at the yoga and music studios,
and what’s up with this feeling,
that the bigger the city the lonelier the heart,
see just when you think you’ve reached the finish line,
you realize that actually it’s just the start...
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Mar 15, 2018
Mar 15, 2018 at 7:58 PM UTC
tidbits of joy,
scraps of silliness,
ladles of laughter,
a micron of mutiny,
a heap of a heart, golden and true
and a pinch of perpetuity.
blend together.
and walla!
my baby's smile
Jul 6, 2014
Jul 6, 2014 at 9:20 AM UTC
The big doors roll open
at sunrise at sunset
they roll closed
the man with the hand truck
moves his bins and flats
his palette loads across the lot
Living downhill
from a fruit stand
I’ve come to accept
that joy can appear
at your feet
Red Delicious, Braeburn
Fuji and maybe
D’Anjou on a good day
Valencia Vidalia or Walla Walla
Sweet
Reach down pick up
Be open hearted don’t
expect too much--
the little that comes your way
tastes in its scarcity
full of life this life your life
I pray uphill in the morning
and I pray uphill at night
to the God of Gravity Satsuma!
Sep 26, 2016
Sep 26, 2016 at 1:31 AM UTC
THE CONSTELLATION OF THE GIRL FROM WALLA-WALLA
I lick her lifeline
"Oh I can see you are
going to have a wet wet life!"
she watches the tip of
my tongue crawl along her heart line
"You will have many many kisses!"
she sips her fine wine
laughs...munches
sweet onions
all I say
comes true right away
guess I got it right
cute girl from
Walla-Wall sleeping
just up against the Pacific Ocean
"Shhhh..!" says the Pacific Ocean
as it watches over
her sleep
I place DayGlo stars
on all her extremities
she becomes her own constellation
the constellation of
the Girl From Walla-Walla
being looked after by a specific Ocean
"Walla-Walla!"
the waves call to her
but she's lost inside a dream
"Are you really a real Walla-Wallan?"
I ask of her
"Yep!" she grins "I'm the real thing!"
"The only Walla-Wallan
I knew before I knew you
was a girl in a book!"
I turn the snow-dome
up-side d-own
watch it snow forever
I remember her
letter telling me
of a snowstorm she once knew
"I took a little of the snowstorm
put it in the fridge so
it could melt in July."
"The snow storm had never met
a July before
so this was its big chance!"
"When the left-over snowstorm
finally got to meet its July
it cried itself into oblivion!"
"...here. . ." her letter
pauses for ever
outside snow falls now
May 11, 2022
May 11, 2022 at 5:06 PM UTC
Three days in - three days of school - and it’s like I never left.
In school, you can get oversaturated with screens. I like books.
They have a sense of permanence, they don’t glare back at you,
and I want something physical I can grip, markup and push off
the bed onto the floor when I get over it.
After three days of class, I’m asking (no one in particular), "Are we there yet?"
I can speed-read if I have a pointer - I use cocktail picks (swizzle sticks?) - you know, the little olive skewers you get in a martini? I have a collection from all over the world.
If I go to a bar and they have nice swizzle sticks, I’ll gather a few up. “What are you DOing,” Karen, (Lisa’s mom) asked me as I scarfed up several from patron’s empty glasses at the elegant, Refinery Rooftop bar in Manhattan.
“I have a TON of reading to do,” I explained, helpfully.
“Don’t even ask,” Lisa shrugged, rolling her eyes, when her mom looked confused.
The trick to speed reading is your eyes (and brain) pickup more than you realize and people tend to pronounce things, in their minds, as they read, which REALLY slows you down. So, you swivel the pointer down the page, following the pointer with your eyes, and Walla!
You can’t do THAT with a computer screen. You need a book, and when you have 2 or 3 hundred pages (or more) a night to read, you can’t just hold your breath and refuse - like a seven-year-old - can you? Seriously, I mean, can we? I’m asking - though it’s probably a little late (senior year).
Now, of course, not just any appetizer toothpick or fruit pick will do - the selection process can be rather byzantine. They must be a certain length, about 2 inches longer than my finger, so my hand doesn’t block the text, and square ones are the easiest to grip. Finally, if they have a little arrow-point on the tip? Well, that’s true love.
The problem is, I can get a little intense when reading and they tend to break. When my roommates hear me exclaim, “God **** it!” At 2am. They usually know why.
.
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A song for this:
Easier Said Than Done by Thee Sacred Souls
Sep 1, 2024
Sep 1, 2024 at 5:09 PM UTC
Choi, Cho (Russian Church Cisco)
Russia and Bling. Greece 21 years
ago in Greece, California and
United States. Robert L. Olive oil?
we have friends America, Kenya.
1 every morning will give you a
********** each the walls and the
walls (1) of Gaul, the inner rooms.
Georgian Georgian English too.
especially Webizz. Easy to use.
! Greece dark dark, dark, dark,
dark, dark, dark, dark, dark, dark,
dark. In Kenya, east the Germans,
Greece walls and walls Walla
Walla. Eritrea, American Academy
Awberjin Books, Burlington District.
simple lady Arzhaiana Simple -
Nov 20, 2018
Nov 20, 2018 at 11:20 PM UTC