Best Mayday Poems
As a child at play
In the merry month of May
Wallowing the hours away
As one would surely say
Lying neth old sweet gum tree…
sipping a glass of sassafras tea
A pork chop tied to my neck you see…
possibly the dog will play with me
The sky is my dominion galore…
Blue infinity of divinity and more
A thunder head rumbles with a roar
Childhood imaginations explore
Ole Brownie at my side
Constant companion abide
The heart of hog dog inside
Now roams heaven with pride
One day my own Adamantine
Will see again this dog of esteem
Many frayed earthly forms I’ve seen
And blossoms of May in beauty’s esteem
by John Moses Freeman
May refreshes Nature: once more
awakening our taste for love.
With Spring's arrival, spirits soar
as high as the heavens above.
Tulips blossom into the bright,
rich, majestic colors of Spring.
And green sprouts, replace Winter's white:
rousing songbirds to tweet and sing.
Gathering canes of wild roses,
we'd weave wreaths to hang on our door.
While girls in sensual poses
had all the boys begging for more.
Joy-filled sounds of laughter and play,
promoted Spring's festivities.
And my memories of Mayday:
recall these fun activities.
haiku
squirrel in my garden
roots for his acorns
mayday in April
That's almost as good as sex, heard someone say
Bite your tongue, you silly, there's absolutely no way
Sex sits at the top
How could you forgot
The steam you emit from your ears screaming “Mayday!”
© Jack Ellison 2015
The last page in the final book of a series
is said to be a cliffhanger
the best part of an exciting adventure...
I feel I may be finished
I feel this may be the final pages
or just another sick twisted joke I've decided to conduct on myself
for I am awaiting a fool
to prove to me there's still sunsets in silhouette dreams
Mayday Parade
I have spoken their name in endless sequences
like they were imaginary sand castles just being swept away in high tide
or maybe I just picture that being me
My days have grown dull and bleak
my nights in return, long and headache prone
Somehow the carbon copy has been me
and the seed of originality has been thrown into a lava pit I can't see
Flames of Panic, Flames of Embrace
just an array of flames with a solid label
I crave a time machine to go back five years...
five years before I was caught off guard...
I crave a time machine to go back five years...
five years to when I was last happy
...13, unlucky 13
I've hardly been lucky...
Twist, scream, contort
all actions committed under a comforting cover
to combat the frightful images playing in the subconscious
but I'm barely conscious
The sun is my movie screen
and I have fallen asleep by act two
Asleep and running away from the people who would possibly persuade to constantly lie to me
chase me into oblivion
Scarlett Jade, my mermonic butterfly
Scarlett Jade, my Flames of Embrace
why must you try so hard to get rid of me...
Why must you build me up like a tower
to a bulldozer tear me down...
Why...
Why...
All these irrelevant things walk hand in hand
holding hands with relevant dreams
while building sand castles at the beach
and I, the lonely fisherman
sit here anxiously, harmonizing with an imaginary friend
to ask the ocean air the question
'Is everyone here make believe? '
I feel like a hostage
on the centreline
of my life
held captive on my own island
surrounded by shifting emotions
strangers come
and lovers go
is there a difference
how would I know
love breezes in
too close for comfort
mayday…mayday
Flashes of love frozen
on the stop signs
of my life
turn here turn there
go faster…slow down
the sound of a lover’s siren
can you hear it
coming this way
is it the truth
or perhaps a lie
a choice to make
mayday…mayday
Raindrops fall down
like cornflakes from the sky
feeding first a deep hunger
delicious to the touch
suddenly ice cold
feeling frozen to the bone
no reason no rhyme
emotions betraying emotions
are all promises made
to simply cast away
to go or to stay
mayday…mayday
IRISH
Mayday in England today is 'MAYDAY'
a plea to ignore Merrie England and
the rights of all workers from HMQ
to the like of yours truly, as no day
is allowed for merry making as anti-
trade unionists unite with Neo-Cons,
twice killjoys contemptuous of Albion
of old, despising our rights and the
responsibilities of today, disliking days
of rest, of recreation, as it loses money
for them who mistakenly think the nation.
The fault is Christianity with their blessed
holy days that worshipped not myriad
masters but a foreigner who captured
our hearts and minds, one Jesus Christ
so divine, whose message still is, will not
go away despite those who gainsay his
message of hope in these so difficult
times in this our Merrie England on this
our Mayday in a Spring of showers, sunshine and flowers.
First day of May
When people gather in one circle
Workplaces become so quiet
But streets and junctions so noisy
Public facilities at stake
Also wives and kids
The aspirations come on behalf of God and human right
Labor right
Conveying to the authority and the power
The employer and rich men, being lose
As if lose
First day of May
The day people strive for being more human
Being richer, more powerful and recognized
Although today’s the first of May,
It’s not the Mayday! people say
When they are under great duress
With stress they really can’t suppress.
This is a day to smile and prance
And frolic in a Maypole dance.
The sun is up, the flowers out
And spring is what it’s all about.
The Mayday! message, from the French,
Makes furrowed brows and teeth that clench.
Do not confuse these Mayday twins –
One causes tears, the other grins.
And so today, on May the first,
In jubilation, be immersed.
The one-word Mayday! set aside
For when its use is justified…
MAYDAY! MADAY! MAYDAY!
Can anyone hear me!?! Over...
This is the USS American Liberty…
We have capsized in the sea of despair...
coordinates...21st century, 45th U.S. President...please send emergency hope, over...
MAYDAY! This is a MAYDAY!
We have but a few short weeks of rationale
before sinking into an uncharted abyss...please respond! Over....
PLEASE! SOMEBODY! MAYDAY!WHERE IS EVERYONE? The fabric of our identity was founded and built and broken and mended again on the frequency of a decent and lawful society, has the country left the whole band to follow one trumpet? Is it......over? Over….
~Jeannie Cronin
Mayday in England today is 'MAYDAY'
a plea to ignore Merrie England and
the rights of all workers from HMQ
to the like of yours truly, as no day
is allowed for merry making as anti-
trade unionists unite with Neo-Cons,
twice killjoys contemptuous of Albion
of old, despising our rights and the
responsibilities of today, disliking days
of rest, of recreation, as it loses money
for them who mistakenly think the nation.
The fault is Christianity with their blessed
holy days that worshipped not myriad
masters but a foreigner who captured
our hearts and minds, one Jesus Christ
so divine, whose message still is, will not
go away despite those who gainsay his
message of hope in these so difficult
times in this our Merrie England on this
our Mayday in a Spring of showers, sunshine and flowers.
Between God and the human race
is space. Oh,what brought us to this place?
I mean, He fashioned us to be near to Him,
to be His dearest friend, but a foreigner
entered in...... prominant and dominant,
that beguiling seductress........ sin.
Oh, that is something God simply can't stand....
like kryptonite to Superman.
Now, God of this universe, with you I must converse.
I abhor the thought of being eternally banned
from your glorious paradise. There must be a master
plan to make things forever right again. Lord God,
may I ask of you, is there anything I can do? For I so
much long to stay close to you.
I mean, I know this is not part of the original design.
But must I resign myself to the fact that nothing can
be done..... that sin has actually won? Oh.... no
that is like a dagger to my heart... a paralyzing thought.
Please tell me it doesn't end like this.... no ultimate
utopia.... no heavenly bliss.What would this life then
be about? What purpose would I serve on this earth...
you who gave me birth?
All would be superficial... chasing after the sun..... no fun
just monotonous work to be done, day after tedious day.
No real worthwhile goal in mind, it wouldn't even matter
how I spent my time.But certainly you created me for so
much more. Please open a door. Even though I may be
drowning in my sin, will you find it within, to somehow,
like a lifeguard,rescue me from the undertow......
even drag me safely to your shore.
Wake me from this horrific nightmare. Prove to me that
you care enough to help me bridge this huge chasm between us.
You say there is really nothing I can do other than just
to trust that it is already handled... already taken care of.
You say it is all about grace or undeserved love. The gift
of Jesus..... Emmanuel..... a special gift from above.
Oh, so I can only get to you through following Him,
and He's the one who eradicates all of my sin.
You say another name for this man named Jesus
is the Christ and yet another is the Way.Sounds to me
like we should celebrate Him and call it..... Christmas Day.
Mayday
Mayday there's been a breach
of contract
Someones not who you think
they are
There putting on a right act
Did you see it comeing
No?
Me neither sir
Well it dosent mater now,
Either way it's causing a stir
Theres sharks amongst theese
waters
And the ships about to sink
Where do we go
It's hard to know
When your hearts pounding to
hard to think
And now there's silence in the
air
A deadly form of torcher
If they say life's an unforgiving
*****
Then this silence is her
daughter
I think that was the captin
'givin out his orders
But what dose he know?
He got us here!
And now we are drifting into
unsafe borders!
Shall we throw him overboard?
"and tie his 'ands and feet"
Or shall we give him the
greatest punishment
Make him accept defeat
You know he'll never do it
But now dose he have a choice
Because ..
Theres sharks amongst theese
waters
And the ships about to sink
Where do we go
Its hard to know
When your hearts pounding to
hard to think
we are afraid
we are underpaid
minimum wage
has put us all at prison gates,there is no safe financial aid
for the working poor
they make sure we can,t get through the door
mortgages get all our pay
our life;s are in a dismay
credit lead us astray
hidden rates ,late fees,
banks will not sway
government let,s it be
the world is in a mayday
it,s time to raise
minimum wages
everything else has increased
raise the wages and freeze
the late fees, high interest rate
free us from this robbery
we are calling now for decreases
eliminate and open the gates
we had no choice
we could not survive
now they are causing people there lifes , it has to stop
Mayday tomorrow,
but the pole has been toppled,
the good earth churned by munitions,
and then seeded with Claymore mines.
There will be no dancing on rubble ruins,
as we bury desecrated corpses,
this year’s harvest will be lean.