Holiday Allegory Poems

                 
Sun's dry handiwork
Salty skinned sunbathers, stripped 
Sandy bones,...

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I was jogging down a wooden trail, Hoping to lose the extra holiday fat
When I saw my favorite little girl, Sporting her fabled red cape...

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From the window of my chic city office, lost in thought, I gaze out.
The pedestrians scurry like frenzied ants below, caught up in their bustling...

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You're the center of attraction 
Even the stars are dying for your attention
The light of your every motion 
Creates a commotion 

Your gleaming glow is...

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The table is old and worn
nicks and scratches 
its red plastic tablecloth left over from a forgotten Christmas
its holiday pattern worn and forlorn
many a Thanksgiving...

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I’m passing by a festive window. 
Had to stop and scratch my chin. 
Feelin’ lost and disenfranchised. 
Wish I knew some next of kin. 
I’m...

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Did Great Thing When Son Would Bring

Things God was sure to give us,
And about them we want to diouldscus;
For Mary and Joseph did great thing;
Into...

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Suburban waste stretches beyond and far away
Languishes under the hot hazy sun
Seasons reap
Memories run
Remembering things better left unseen
Memories reel in the theater on the mind
Things...

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Dear Mr. Pound, 
Your holiday in Italy
Has besmirched your legacy.
Your Cantos, they plead, 
But don’t exonerate,
Not as far as I can see.

Dear Mr. Pound, 
Did...

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Lights come back on, did I blink, or did I die
A screen or something resembling one, 
kind of firmament appears ahead

I’m urged not forced, go...

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Hand in hand, we walk along.
Flicker up the sand.
Amidst the soft light of summer's evening silhouette,
The sky stack with images of a beautiful portrait.

Colourful sunset...

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God gave me sources
about all of the courses
how to ride horses

had been a big blow
lifeline out did throw
after bombed by foe

we were all upset
Trump at...

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Looking back, one thing comes clean-glass clear
you were always there for me subduing every fear.

I tried to do my duty, be a husband strong and...

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Being At Home No One Could Beat

Being at home no one could ever beat;
Hang socks from mantel made for feet;
A holiday nut;
Tree down cut;
Many gifts...

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The lazy consciences
of the long yawn, credulity class
work so hard
to be an American Idle

“Care less” is their toga motto

You gotta have Roman candle aspiration
Pleb effigy...

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