Lora Colon

(26 September 1944 / Missouri - United States)

A Welcome For My Guests


My head is like a grand hotel,
The guests arrive, one by one,
Some with great accomplishments,
Others are allowed just for fun

They come with gifts of poetry,
Some regale me with their song;
They're all gifted and interesting,
To evict them would just be wrong

I graciously accept their gifts,
In return, I give them a home;
And every now and then I embark
On the writing of another poem

If not for them, where would I be?
There'd be no reason or rhyme;
There'd be no music within these walls,
Ideas, just drifting through time

Was it the gypsy who wandered in
That caused this urge to roam?
But, oh, how he commands that violin!
How could I send him home?

I admire you all and bid you stay,
A group so witty and cunning;
A special thanks to the taxi driver
That keeps the meter running!

And so, my guests, I make a toast:
A finer group I've never met;
You're welcome to stay as long as you like,
Or until I grow old and forget

Submitted: Tuesday, June 11, 2013
Edited: Tuesday, June 11, 2013

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  • Monk E. Biz (4/19/2014 4:46:00 PM)

    Here I am and ready
    to party down,
    Hope to heavens
    I don't make you frown!

    Lively we will rock this house,
    never quiet like a mouse!

    Full of Spirit
    we'll deliver
    Fun so grand
    we'll all quiver! (Report) Reply

  • Stephen Katona (1/15/2014 2:16:00 PM)

    I love the deep message within this poem of how we should all value friendship, and learn from others. You are a modern day Ella Wheeler Wilcox. (Report) Reply

  • David Lessard (12/2/2013 5:09:00 PM)

    Poetry is a grand hotel of guests. Checking in and checking out. Each has a voice crying to be heard, and yours speaks louder than a lot of them. But not so loud as to be an thorn. It's more like a rose. Nice writing Lora! (Report) Reply

  • Khairul Ahsan (7/17/2013 12:48:00 AM)

    And so, my guests, I make a toast:
    A finer group I've never met;
    You're welcome to stay as long as you like,
    Or until I grow old and forget
    Our heartfelt thanks for that! Wish you never grow old enough to forget. (Report) Reply

  • Patricia Grantham (6/27/2013 3:08:00 PM)

    Guess what Lora? Even as I begin to read your poem I
    was made to feel welcome. With a gracious heart and a
    lovely character we can each invite others into our
    homes which literally is our hearts. Welcome guests! (Report) Reply

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