Poems about Places

Harbour Lights Motel

Welcome to the Harbour Lights Motel
An establishment of charm and quaint decay
The beds are clean, the tariff cheap, the view superb
We hope you do enjoy your stay.
 
We are sorry but your room is not quite ready
For we've yet to change the beds and sweep the floor
If we show you where to park, and stow your luggage
Could we ask you to return at half past four?
 
Do not hesitate to ring for any service
From the payphone - just put 10 cents in the slot
We've got coffee, tea and milk if you are thirsty
But we cannot guarantee they will be hot.
 
You may use the spa for 50 cents per person
The iron will cost you 20 cents an hour
There's a meter for the lights outside the bathroom
And an extra charge for turning on the shower
 
We prefer you do not eat inside the unit
And you must not laugh or sing, or make a noise
We sincerely hope you won’t turn on the TV
And loud talking is a thing you should avoid
 
We request that you check out by eight tomorrow
For we've fumigators coming in to spray
And although we're sure there are no mice or 'roaches
We would like to kill the rats without delay
 
So goodnight and peaceful sleep, you weary traveller
May your dreams bear you away to places true
Where the Harbour Lights Motel will no-where feature
And your squalid life will be transformed anew.


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Sunrise

At the sun’s rising
the world stirs
into life
for another day
at the office.

Boats ripple
birds celebrate
clouds part
trees shiver
with sunny anticipation

Pure gold.



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Colours

I'm driving home as dusk is falls
The colours are mauve, grey and brown
Outlines and shadows create monsters
As I make my way back towards town.
 
Leaves flutter soundlessly downward
Their colours are yellow, brown, red
They cover the road and the paddocks and hills
In the glades through which I have sped
 
With darkness now falling the headlights come on
The colours are white, yellow, gold
Trucks, cars and vans form a great snake of light
Such a magical sight to behold.
 
Now blackness has come, definition supreme
The colours have merged into black
Headlights search out the way turning night into day
But the colours will never come back



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