Best Culture Day Poems
jampacked city streets
that jangled and banged
in the raucous jarring day
shifted
from business to boogaloo
squeezing into moonlight
party lights
gin and lime-kissed
gimlet sequined dress
strutted
in studded six-inch heels
riveting flair
provoking jive and jazzy nights
to tame this lion of New York
The bed swallowed the evening
sucked-up in slumbered
sobering snooze
exhaling the drunkard’s stench
while the warmth of whiskey
and you next to me
laid dreamy still
popped up and propped up
restless and ragged
realizing the changing view
through the dirt-stained window
a pool of placid sunrise
igniting
colorless clustered towers
bulwarks and girders
scraping the sky
out of the easterly clouds
a creeping golden palette
arose
touching every crevice
defining each silhouette
your body stirs deliberate and slow
rainbow hued eyes
slenderly slitted catching
the new-found light
opening, tenderly revealing
the landscape of your smile
disclosing
a cozy contentment
waking with hello
as I fall into your dream
and a new day
Islet is cold.
Iris is not.
The moon is frozen.
The sun is hot.
The morning has come
and it’s time to get up.
Rise and shine my people!
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Sponsor Andrea Dietrich
Contest Name The Great ITTY BITTY Poetry Contest
Date of Entry. 03/30/2014
Walking in the meadow of life on that summer day
Where she always loved to be at Una walked along the steady stream
As she picked up the white Lilly flower and put upon her hair of gold (princess of love)
And the daughter of a dander king
Una suddenly turned her head to the old orchard tree and begun to sing roman lullabies of joy
With tears of affection shed for the god who lives above the skies
At that moment she gazed back to the stream
And there the lion stood so tall just like a king eyes wide looked to una
As she went toward the mighty lion he went to her and utter'd thee words
I am a creature of pride with nothing to hide I am pure of heart true of courage with a mask of savage a mane gold as our hearts-
She became very happy and intrigued
As she laid her gentle hands on upon the lion she spoke these words
-I love thee lion and by sun and moon I love thee freely as men strive for right;
I love thee purely in my old griefs and childhood's faith
There a tiny lamb appears right next to her and the lion
So small and graceful like a gift from god above
The tiny lamb followed them further into the enchanted meadow sky as crystal blue and the wind is calm they drifted off strung into the world
To bring new love joy and courage to the world and spread good faith
www.illusionsgallery.com/Una-Lion.html
detroit river walks
to stroll the scenic view
the breeze takes wind grabbing your hair
river walks down belle aire
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PENNED ON AUGUST 25, 2014!
Long time in the agricultural field , working under the rising sun ,
counting the amount of time , to lead a lax time with my wife and son ,
the time never came , but I passed a dozen of month ,
where my master stopped me , leering at me like a beast of hunt .
I heard the legato of my wife - flowing with the midnight winds ,
working continuously with no rest , logging all the work of my master - who is malign ,
he - such a maniac , who stopped me from having sufficient food ,
coming from the dark lands of Mombasa , never came to know their kind of manhood .
Oh my dearest wife and son , I wish you knew the worst state of mine ,
I cried and prayed to my almighty Lord , - "When would I get rid of this worst - twinge ! ,"
I cried and cried till it became dawn , where the soil cried too - for thirst on and on ,
my eyes began remembering of the majestic "Magpie" , crying for nights in the native land of mine .
I kept on thinking for you my love , but my sinew grew weedy and frail ,
never think for your frailty , for I have left you with nothing - but personality ,
the world is a stage which is too callous , no place for us , but only devilry ,
say no to your failure , keep inviting your success - for there is no time for me to exhale .
Now, there is no time for me to seek success , for my body is completely useless ,
I have no pain, no fear, no joy , for I have left the stage fearless ,
I defeated my fiendish owner ,who kept me far from my wife and son ,
that comes the end of my life , the setting period of my sun ... .
I wake up to the radio, the cops have this suspect on the run
who dives out of my speaker and is brandishing a gun.
He jumps off of my balcony but before he hits the ground
becomes the victim of a drive by that is going down.
I open up a coffee can, I'm needing some caffeine
when out jumps illegal aliens who run fleeing from the scene.
They dive into a mailbox where agents for the CDC
are investigating some anthrax conspiracy.
Welcome to America the all day non-stop culture show
I've been up an hour now, only 23 to go.
The suicidal mullah and the martyr fission guard
are fencing with the fuel rods of the Babylon Jihad.
All the foam fanged infidels with their bottle rocket brains
start launching their scenarios for a nuclear exchange.
Out on the worried boulevard nervous heads explode
from all the terror elevated pressure overloads.
It starts a circus stampede of the psychotropic hoard
who rush down to the pharmacy for the Prozac smorgasbord.
Welcome to America the all day non-stop culture show
I've been up an hour now, only 23 to go.
I walked down the road, on a sunny day, warm beaming rays upon my forehead
Feeling of exhaustion by the sun almost hot as fire out
, I am left out in the warmth Of fire and sun , wishing for a hand to bring me to a cool place of ease
I will never walk down alone again for the sun has got me weeping
And yearning for a cold ice drink
By Brian Otoole
It's Saturday in suburbia U.S.A.
Lawn mowers buzzing, chores underway
Planting and pruning, nourishing flowers that will bloom
To announce and brighten the month of June
Contented cats perch on fences high
Loftily appraising the collared dogs led by
To the dogpark, filled with Frisbees and tennis balls
A meelee of fur, a Fido free-for-all!
Teenagers holding signs - for a small fee, to support their JROTC
They will clean your cars - from grimy to shiny!
Kids on bikes and boards fly down the steep hill
Heedless of danger - transported by thrill
Farmer's markets - trendy veggies and jams, artisanal pleasure
Yard sales - for pennies on the dollar, you could discover treasure
At the local high school field, the softball game starts
Everyone participates - everyone plays their part
As evening folds in, grills are fired up
Smokey meat smells waft by - time to sup!
In suburbia U.S.A
It's just another Saturday
cloves in oranges
cinnamon and rain
steam condenses
on cabinets and windows
and as tears
on bric-a-brac angels
purely decorative
their existence in
my mother’s kitchen
I never understood
Sambal Tumpang
Disana
Disana, dicabang cabang pohon kedelai
Yang daunya gatal setengah mati
Tumbuh buah buah yaitu biji-biji
Dikupas direndam diragi jadilah tempe
Tiga hari jadilah busuk
Ditanak digerus lalu direbus
Dengan bumbu-bumbu
Rempah
Dan santan kelapa tua
Aku menyukai garam yang asin
Jauh lebih asin dari lidahmu
Tambahkan sayuran rebus
Bayam
Kecambah, daun kunci
atau tidak ada daun kunci
Maka kembang keturipun jadi
Lalu tuangkang sambal kacang
Kemudian tutuplah dengan rempeyek
Biar berkesan sopan
Tahukah kamu apa itu ‘rempeyek’
Tepung beras adonan
yang digoreng setipis kertas
sajikan dengan nasi lunak adalah jodohnya
Tunggulah
Dan santaplah
Ketika matahari hapir terbit
13:43
Yogyakarta, 30 okt 2018
dwijokoharianto
I bought a push bicycle,
What a tired to peddle?
I bought a motor cycle,
Then went for a car,
My belly swollen,like a pregnant ma,
No way to go than gym ha,
The gym way to slim peddling cycle!
The gym way to slim tiring cycle!!
I know your spirit lingers here
Your always with me till the bitter end
Just too painful to talk about
So I write this poem to inspire
Wishing I could see you in the flesh
Hopeing for a miracle
But I know deep within my heart
Your never too far away
I'll always keep you with me in my heart
That steady burns inside
I think of when I was happy
And all those dark and dampend clouds
Start to fade away
In loving faith I'll find comfort
And like the birds that fly gracefully in the sky
I will always see your image within those ivory clouds
Long as I look upon to the ivory clouds
I'll always know your never too far away
By Brian Otoole
Home
Like dry bones I thirst for home
My body loans for a place
Where everything seems normal
A place where the red sky meets the sun burnt ground
A place where you hear the sound of wild horses that roam without care.
A place that dares to stair at your emotions.
A place of culture and history
A place where You can hear the whaling cries of my ancestors as the white man pulled there children from their death like grips.
A place where you hear the echo of guns and cracking of whips that ring though trees And down hills
Why. Why do I lone for home
The place where I hear the cries that makes you so depressed that you fore sake yourself and you trace your vains wire. Never too deep never enough to scare But enough to fell the pain. Enough to feel the scream inside. Enough to almost make the cries stop.
Enough to make my spirit be at peace for them short seconds. So why... why do I loan for home. When the whole time I was there I had a vail of darkness over my head not letting me see the light...
why... why do I loan?
awake I graze the naked mind undone,
my contemplations shuffle off to her
and no halfhearted muse, no not a one
eclipses her insoluble liqueur,
nor any stirring of the thoughts distill
the past forgotten heartaches and remorse;
and years will shed their years and on until
the perfume dissipates and then of course
her eyes will lose something, eventually,
her features, now, less vivid than before,
but now the night has other plans for me,
and she will be my black hole paramour,
in time, I’ll think not on her fading face,
tonight, just let me think one last embrace.
second hand smoke on break
addicted to the routine
tomorrow the same