Yellow yield light
Don't blink -- you'll miss it
Faded boarded churches
Faith for sale
Billboard salvation on the side of the road
Red traffic light
Pink clapboard House
Speed down to twenty
Bump over the tracks
Blind crest ahead
I blinked
Picnic
Button-ups and tablecloths
lay it down and see it through
Just when you thought it was said and done
He’s going hoody- over you
2012
It’s Christmas time!
Have a glass of wine!
See the snow fall outside.
You must enjoy Christmas time.
It’s Christmas time.
Duty calls over your life.
Drink more than you’d like to really do.
Be with people who are ‘family’ that you can’t stand and they don’t like you too.
It’s Christmas time.
Spend money on gifts you can’t afford.
It’s worth the financial stress and sleepless nights even more!
Eat food you’d not eat any other time.
It’s Christmas time.
Got to be on side, no matter how it effects me.
Got to pretend to be happy!
Got to ignore what I feel!
Family pressure to compete!
For what?… to make other people happy!
Electric Line's sway,
spider webs of industry
along a rocky lane under
a hot southern sun, cicada…
cry high, into the crystal blue sky
We are a ghost nation
of Man’s hypocrisy
crossing shadows under a hard
noonday sky.
The empty road under the leaning
Electric crosses of civilization
Shadows fall, carving silhouettes into
Upon hitting noonday ground
Humanity lost all reason
Along a rocky, dusty road
As day bleeds into a hot
Southern night
Crickets cry high
As the moon rides the
White galleons of cloudscapes
As star falls in infernal southern sky
Frogs sing the song of endless rain
As electric crosses lean
Under the halogen of streetlights
Crosses stand, lean to and fro
Like graves of the day
Souls drift and sway
As a nation is lost along the way
Bought and sold
While electric crosses align
A forgotten road
Of a Nowhere nation, undone…
Watching all fold…!
If there's one day sure
Everything gonna stop
Past, present, future.
who's counting bridges in shiny town
the air-cutting sirens sound closer today
and newsmen run to compile their shows
around the sidewalk sleepers
trucks reversing shout their intent
to ear-phoned hoodies and baggy jeans
swinging necklaces of vape machines
these eyeless rats they scurry
shop doors suck and spew their prey
where round white gum stains every step
and windows stack like giants high
sit suits above the gutter
seeming bots are running late
while others dawdle killing time
these faceless fillers with coffee cups
and phones to other worlds
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
While adults are bound by the obligation of work
The children get caught in the routine of school
All are engaged through the days of the work week
To earn a living or prepare for the work life ahead
After the weekend of rest, fun, and labour
The body is forced back into that same routine
Obeying the sequence of those who created the order
Made to ensure unchallenged control of humans
The belly filler
The palm feeler
If five fingers are not busy
It is not good
The must-have
Or else you starve
It's the food that gets you tizzy
It will spark your mood
It is called by its name
Partaking of it is no game
If it does not require a whizz
It is not food
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
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
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?
We Celebrate the Flag
By Franklin Price
6/14/2016
We celebrate the flag today
Long may it wave above
It represents the U.S.A
The country that we love
Fly it proudly, fly it high
Don't let it touch the ground
Honor and salute it
As long as you're around
Those who would degrade it
Bring dishonor to its name
Do not deserve to live here
To respect it's not a game
Many died to keep it
Flying o'er this land we love
It represents the “who” we are
Long may it wave above
second hand smoke on break
addicted to the routine
tomorrow the same
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