Tag Archives: Ian D. Hall

Oh Hear, You Mighty Young Warriors…

Oh hear, you mighty young warriors and cry

For a freedom locked within the bowels

Of the library. Do not listen to the dissenters lie.

For through each student a voice unheard prowls,

Inspired by Lanyer, Lowell, Pound and Steven,

Not forgetting brawling Browning, faithful Poe, or go

In search of Hannah’s Craft where even

A lady of Tudor’s thoughts can inspire and grow.

I have sat here and there many times, and no doubt

Will again. I have read and insanely devoured

The words between the words between the space.

Oh Hear, You Mighty Young Warriors… full post

(130 words, estimated 31 secs reading time)

Whisper To The Ghosts.

I find myself whispering to the ghosts each night,

The phantom figures, wandering uninvited in my head.

I try to placate these visions from the past

By asking quietly, “Why do you haunt me?”

And with rotting flesh, they stand still, not bothering to flee.

I whisper to the ghosts every day

From round each corner of forgotten stomping grounds.

They wave and cheer as they beg me to join them

But something in the way they sit and stare

Is enough to keep me out of their gruesome lair.

Whisper To The Ghosts. full post

(181 words, estimated 43 secs reading time)

Logan’s Providence.

The dog’s snarling kept waking him every time

Every time he closed his eyes. How he had escaped

Only someone else’s God knew.

And apart from one small incident, no harm done.

One dead prison guard, his fault for having eyes.

Providence had provided him with an escape,

Though hard fought: those devil dogs had almost caught him with

The breath that could strip paint from five yards

(Which was only slightly better than his own prison breath)

Had been beating down his neck till he found the station.

Logan’s Providence. full post

(199 words, estimated 48 secs reading time)

Robinson’s Crusade.

A shy oval face, overshadowed by large rimmed glasses

Making his searching eyes everyone’s attention.

Yet no-one seemed to care what was beneath the lens.

He stares at the girl to the side from the far corner

Of his eyes and the corner of the hard seat.

Almost excitedly he watches each turn of the page,

So delicately done by young nicotine stained fingers.

Once he imagined that she looked at him

But then he saw the flicker of her eyes look from the tramp

To the sign above the drivers head.

Robinson’s Crusade. full post

(189 words, estimated 45 secs reading time)

Stairway To Heaven, Express Lift Down To Hell.

I heard a rumour that St. Peter quit his day job

All because some atheist had opened his gob.

He walked past the pearly gates waving his hands in the air

Whilst Jesus blubbed and wept with despair.

God by his side, shook his head and chewed on his cigar

Mumbling, “With that attitude he won’t get far.”

Jesus shouted, “What do I do when someone arrives?

Is it as simple as taking stock of their mortal lives?”

Peter (no longer a saint, he had handed his title back.)

Stairway To Heaven, Express Lift Down To Hell. full post

(1040 words, estimated 4:10 mins reading time)

Second Time Around.

I don’t know why she decided to trust him once again,

He never was going to change; he had proved that once before.

She had found a way to deal with his madness

She had found a way to deal with her sadness.

But now I fear she has got it into her head

That all that matters is she’s lonely in her bed.

How lonely can you be?

To be blinded by his rage and insanity!

I hear her through our walls, talking to herself

Trying to convince herself that she is right.

Second Time Around. full post

(359 words, estimated 1:26 mins reading time)

Non-Attendance.

Every day she put on the same clean deep blue uniform

Her peroxide stained hair tied back in a bright blue bow.

Her shoes, highly polished, reflected her deeply tired face

As she sees tears streaming causing mascara to run

Down on her cheeks which she lets drop to the floor.

The bus takes her everyday to the airport

Where she waits for her plane to take off.

The panic sets in just before

Take off

As she screams inside her head, the image always there,

As the plane gets delayed time and time again.

Non-Attendance. full post

(192 words, estimated 46 secs reading time)

Always There.

It is said that the wind and rain will always be there.

No matter how many times they say that the Earth is dying on us today.

It is said that the sun will continue to shine every day my love,

Even though they can prove it isn’t so with a dozen dossiers.

And now, they have all the proof on camera

It doesn’t lie the way honest men do.

And I find myself hoping they are wrong

And it is all in their heards.

I hope to find that the world will refresh

Always There. full post

(325 words, estimated 1:18 mins reading time)

Leaving Ohio.

Kate was travelling in a new direction.

Leaving her old life behind with the ghosts of her past.

She hated who she was, she wanted to be different

To breathe in new air, breathe in new life

To not be a child, to be a woman at last.

 

Other people got on the bus, a man was crying,

I know how you feel my unknown friend.

She smiled to herself and closed her eyes

And wrapped her coat tightly around her petite body.

She dreamed of the flight she was taking to Paris.

Leaving Ohio. full post

(219 words, estimated 53 secs reading time)

Drink And Drive.

He sat back and half enjoyed the ride.

The day he lost his driver’s licence

Had in turn, been the worst and best day of his life.

The judge took the keys to his life and threw them

Away

And sentenced him to enjoy conversation on the bus.

He had managed to find a job closer to home.

One Hour

Twice a day,

Back and forth

And the people he met were nice enough.

His thoughts turned to home, five minutes

From the cinema, home to the faithful wife.

Drink And Drive. full post

(175 words, estimated 42 secs reading time)