Best Cultural Poems
Art Gallery. Museum. Parks. Zoo.
Cultural Events.
Glazed like raku pottery
In charcoal rainbows warbled all dark
On pidgeon necks
Like hell’s angels, dumbed,
Blowing smoke through your mind
In a haze of dreams
The city is made of a giant fractal wart
On a witch’s cheeks there’s blush.
Movies. Games. Bars. Clubs.
Cultural Events.
Maybe she’s singing a hymn
With forked tongue
The green fires burning gold and money
Into the skies pitch red
Flirting and skirting sale-priced
Fashion iconography. Architecture
Sophisticating the simple desires.
You’re lost.
Foreclosure. Lawsuit. Divorce.
Cultural Events.
Emblazoned with some valor
Flags of the dead days
Killed like a haiku short-lived
Plopped one by one
Your teeth fell.
Bankruptcy. Fired. Laid off.
Cultural Events.
Brightly darkly the shiny sheens
Of sweat they bubbled in blood red and iron
In that champagne of success
Guilt. Acne. Alcohol. Headache.
Cultural Events.
The feather dust flies and the smell of tar
Rubber in your face
We have drug solutions for your
Unhappiness.
Cancer. HIV. Vaccines. Death.
Cultural Events.
Beer gardens, beer babies, beer bellies,
Beds, homes, and wined babes
Pretty victims and voices they make
Cultural Events.
The city life careened my poetry
Towards those
Crazy wronged right fools
Still swimming the street in search
Furtive, arms afire just fighting
Firing, fleeing into those chains.
Claims. Refrains. Drowned Voices.
Cultural Events.
after ‘The waste Land’, by T.S. Eliot
I met a woman on a glitching screen,
her face a whisk of pixels and prayer.
She spoke of shattered systems and survived code,
“The cloud remembers everything,” she said, "but forgets what matters.”
A rat hurried through my feed at dawn,
past memes and headlines, each a kind of omen.
I tried to fast-forward spring,
but April clawed through my notifications anyway.
In a thread of ghost towns and tagged regret,
I noticed a cafe with no floor, only static,
A man sipped Espresso beside a socket,
charging his distress while waiting for replies.
Data rains in blasts, all prediction and pop-ups.
The Sun sets in Beta,
and we refresh the silence,
hoping for something new to load.
For then, below algorithms and ash,
a bud breaks code in cracked concrete,
muted, untagged,
but blooming still.
Drum beats inside black bare hairy chests
Tradition hidden in treasure chests
Chess played on mother earth , sounds like home
Home grown sounds ringing throughout the neighborhood
Stomachs kneeling and praying for food
Fathers crossing boarder lines and going for good
Living life behind the calabash
Brothers behind bars
Mother's beauty behind scars
The sacred statue of mother Theresa caresses those in prisons
Prisons of the mind can never be unlocked
Smoke in the nearby village , culture is burning
Village heads lay their heads on village grief
The village thief steals at noon
And then the slave hunters
Lurking in expensive
Futures perishing like sinners in hell
Let me not breath the air that sinners inhale
I come from light
I am pain
I come from life
*STREETPO3TRY*
White is fundamental absence of color,
as is evangelical black.
But, white is colorless
due to emptiness
while black
because of good news fullness.
Transparency is presence of visibility
as is not darkness
but transparency is void
where opaque is dense.
Life is absence of death
as death is absence of life.
But, death is empty and void
while life is full and robust
Promising evangelical integrity
of all motions and emotions
actions and reactions
ratios and reasonables,
presence and co-presence
in-between radically sacred
and fundamentally secular
cultures of dualistic meaning
evolve courageously purposed bright
with loads of curious light.
Written: August 29, 2023
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In a world of normal minds, they say,
As thoughts are bound in an adducible way,
A crucial realm of wisdom, often quoted,
Resides in books, yet remains unnoted.
What matters to those commonsensical souls?
Who dread leaving their safe zones of control,
Who adheres to the standard despite harm,
A parody of crucial concepts is not a psalm.
Where imagination thrives,
Ordinary minds bear daring dives,
There lies the beauty of being unconfined,
To the limits of what's deemed normal, defined.
For in the realm of crucial views to foresee,
There is none here that is subject to a decree,
No restrictions on what can be said or done,
No evaluation; no need to comply or stun.
Here, vital ideas turn into comedy,
A playful dance of ideas and absurdity,
Where seriousness waxes a giggling matter,
And the mundane transforms into laughter.
So let us stray from the path well-trodden,
Embrace the unconventional and broaden
Our horizons beyond the ordinary,
In the wit of key views, clarity is a corollary.
Mojito Conjuring
When the bruja in the red dress
sends me out this time,
it is for the taste of
sour oranges and garlic.
Once, when I plied her
with a cigar called Hoyo de Montyerrey,
she coiled the smoke,
said that I was still feral and untamed,
sent me out for sugar so that
I could learn my true name.
Scythe-swinging, field-slave-singing,
I could not return to her coven of one
until I had learned that my “Suarez”
meant that I was the son of sugar itself –
the child of wild ingenious devouring
the rows of cane like a dragon.
Now, red-dress bruja breathes out
clouds of tobacco *****,
turns the cigar round and round,
tells me to gather garlic and aurantium oranges
so that the sour and the sucre may jibe
together in me,
and leave me properly christened
for when it is time for me to work,
time for me to sweat,
time for me to sing.
The westerners eat Amala and Ewedu
We eat Akpo and Ofe Nsala
They dance Juju and Apala
We dance bongo and atilogwu the beat of life.
T^he Northerners speaks hausa whilst we speak igbo
They married with no bride price and dowry
But we marry with bride price and huge dowry.
Cut the man"s hair low, short to remind him That
Marriage is never a bed of roses therefore he must look
After our pride, princess, prestigious priceless pretty queen
Who must painstakingly bear his name abandoning her
Humble background and journey with him amidst roses and bullets.
They wear buba and agbada in an architectural design
Darshiki from the north domain whilst we wear Ukwu george
They plate shoku, koroba and kpatawo and make beads round their neck
Igbo speak, yoruba frown, hausa dance, itskiri watch
Kanuri laugh, Ebira smile, Nupe point, Tiv demonstrate Fulani pick.
Idoma cry, Awori cry, Efik console, Ibibio comfort
Yet Unity we stand despite the cultural diversity.
One for all, all for one, we stand.
Bound to the humble land in hundred fold
Relevant is our culture and tradition
In defend shall we die and perish for our
Precious country.
We need to be open minded
Not being one will close our steps
our steps to sensitivity.
We are multicultural region
some eat halal some don't
but respect is here.
Different dishes need to be served
that of halal and others
Airlines need to it.
We respect faiths and beliefs
we tolerate and we accept
Still many are not sensitive.
I love you peace. Let's sail together. Layag Sug!
Aloon. VTL. 200415.9:21AM.
victims
caught unaware
celebration bloodied
religious doctrine promotes hate
murder
shocks normal sensibilities
cultural division
east versus west
conflict
Yes, I realize Paris is just
magic when night falls...
Vienna is a mysterious dream
in the obscure night...
New York city is multiculturalism. !
Rio is wonderful
in light or dark...
But my place is
prettier anytime!
I love people
from all over the world...
I'm frankly
cosmopolitan...
But above all,
I'm movingly
Paraiba... !
unearth thy temple to entomb my lifelessness beneath the fixation of mortal indulgence where i shall finally rest, i can feel the ceasing of a decrepit pulsation from the shallow grave concealed within my chest; amongst the psychoanalytic dissection of society have i become obsessed. the common ways of cultural normality are seemingly unrealistic, they derive complexity when ciphering economic enslavement as ignorance makes it simplistic, instead of coming together everyone separates with delusions of being the most unique and individualistic, oblivious the common trait commences to construct the most dividing societal characteristic. iv'e sat among loneliness for a year to unveil the lies, iv'e heard the voices of spirituality predicate the day everyone dies, iv'e listened as the wind carries mother earths cries, in repetition of organic desecration i release frenetic screams to impregnate the skies.
No citizen has become a politician and no politician was not a citizen
That is Right Of Citizenship which is the fourteen amendment
I think legislature and parliament does the best they can under the
Circumstance but it comes a point of Leader and what know as Leadership
And the quantity of standard know of citizen which is the
Twenty Fourth Amendment
Individualistic and character define once culture it is what makes
A colonel a state to separation standard of parliament and if not
True the minimum wage would raise for all states what is the true agenda
For some!
Take the first col ligate marching band of 1907 Chicago one band one sound
Let take 1932 of Four Freedoms I bare witness to say history does repeat it
Self and oh how they march on capital hill for Freedom Of Speech oh how some may disagree with E sports it may lead the way to new ligate law to set to place
TO question all that is discuss just for a moment question what is
Populist.
A cultural cup of tea
Coffee isn’t my bean but give me tea leaves
A cup of cha do la not cocoa ta no ta
Brew me up chuck no Italian espresso like muck
Caffeine in the shape of a tea bag in a mug glug slug glug
Two sugars please love as I wink to see her breast in the gaze of my eyes pleased
No Darjeeling just plain old tea with a tea spoon and a bag to strenuously squeeze
A British moment of the day that almost everyone lifts their cup and elbows to the skies
I am an English man and I will have a decent cup of tea because it is in my cultural rites
Wrongthink is any think
You might do on your own,
You know, in the vastness
Of your inner space
As cloud trains drift by
Morphing into shapes
As fanciful as you allow.
Rightthink in contrast
Is mind control from without
With nothing fanciful or free allowed,
Just dogma and doctrine
And all the usual stuff
That makes thinking a chore and bore
Leaving us free to accept
Whatever it is they say we need to know.
Rightthink becomes our think
When we have lost touch
With what it means to be free
‘Cause being free
Means not knowing what might come next
As cloud trains pass
And shapes morph
Outside the boundaries of our mind.
(2/19/24)
Lock step, atoms burned
Fiendish restless
Truncated waiting
Shop and drop
Stop and slop
Old ladies masquerade
Preachers audible in a drunken charade
A toothless Tuesday
Parking lot drivel
Copy of a copy of a copy
Total insomnia
Hairless bent on rogaine
Young and stupid with cocaine
Hapless pleading
Loud steps and sniveling
Rise Above!
Rise out and Above!
The solar system shines on you
Comets of mercury
And you're betting on cosmetic surgery
Rise out and Above!