Holidays Madness
A riverbank located in the eastern lowlands,
once a year, it shines with spectacular verve.
White wax candles glisten and swerve,
blowing lovely, joyful music into the air expands.
The whip-poor-will whispers all is well,
all were bold, and the phlox was swinging.
Hurray! Frogs and crickets are singing,
what do the rays' gentle air sighs tell?
How insane is last-minute mall shopping?
During the holiday season, they are in a hurry.
No sweat, but as crazed fiends from worry,
in sync with the orator of love and stamping.
They ran and darted wildly through an aisle,
they blew them all over the mall, just as wind.
Black Friday at midnight, run and find,
that is the demon-possessed mad-load style.
How little do they mirror one who is divine?
Dedicated to the peace and happiness ideal.
Not when they are pumped by brand appeal,
each festive period hunted a toy at a shrine.
A brilliant star is brightening the night sky,
beams of sunshine soaked in optimism.
Dreams bestow with them a loving exoticism,
amid celestial shops, when angels are nearby.
The whip-poor-will whispers all is well,
all were bold, and the phlox was swinging.
Hurray! Frogs and crickets are singing,
what do the rays' gentle air sighs tell?
Written: November 23, 2022
2022 Poetry Marathon Mile 21 Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Mark Toney
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