Pool Hall Blues

By Samuel Ludke

"**Pool Hall Blues** by Samuel Ludke invites you into a world where the echoes of billiard balls merge with the soulful rhythms of life. In this collection of poetry, Ludke masterfully weaves tales of gritty charm and poignant nostalgia, capturing the essence of smoky pool halls where dreams and realities collide. With each poem, he delves deep into the human experience, exploring themes of love, loss, triumph, and the timeless pursuit of finding oneself amidst the flickering neon lights. **Pool Hall Blues** is not just a collection of poems; it's a journey through the shadows and shimmer of existence, painted vividly in words that resonate long after the last ball rolls across the table."

• Language: English
• Publisher: American Poets Inc.
• Release date: Jun 22, 2024
• ISBN: 9798227593092

Samuel Ludke

Samuel Howard Ludke is an American Poet, Western Writer, and Author. His poetry deals with life, love, death, and the pursuit of the American Dream. He has written thousands of poems, almost one hundred books, and articles for many newspapers across the country. 

Book preview

Lost in the maze

In the shadowed folds of memory's grasp,

Where whispers linger and echoes rasp,

I trace the contours of a love once bright,

Now veiled in sorrow, lost in endless night.

Through fields of yesterdays, I wander deep,

Where tender moments like ghosts still creep,

A tapestry woven with joy and pain,

Yet woven now with threads of disdain.

In the garden of our dreams, once lush and green,

Now lies barren, where only shadows preen,

Petals of promises, now wilted and torn,

Amidst the thorns of regret, I am forlorn.

How did we falter, where did we stray?

In the labyrinth of hearts, we lost our way,

Each step a stumble, each word a blade,

Etched in the heartache that won't fade.

I search the pages of our history's tome,

Where laughter and love found their home,

But the ink has bled, the words obscured,

And our symphony of souls, now unheard.

The ache of absence, a silent scream,

Lost in the crevices of a shattered dream,

Time's relentless tide washes us apart,

Leaving only fragments of a fractured heart.

Yet through the ache, a flicker remains,

A shard of hope amidst the rains,

That someday, in the tapestry we've spun,

Our paths may cross beneath the sun.

But for now, I mourn what once we had,

In the echoes of the good and bad,

Lost in the