Generals
supposed to avoid
politics
Categories:
customs, america, political,
Form: Haiku
Varied hues of skin
A spectrum of shapes
Superficial beauteous forms
Cultures diversely similar
Divergent faiths bound by belief
Tribes tied to global nations
Ancestrally inherited customs
Trades, professions sundry
Outer multitudinous variations
Inner indisputable DNA equality
Similarities in differences:
One rock – home to All.
Categories:
customs, earth,
Form: Free verse
Enough of a struggle,
When we banned goods smuggle
To against riches snuggle
And soon sound The Bugle
Enough of struggle:
Lots of body wriggle
For Danes’ Illicit Gin
That would lots of lips win:
South Africa Necklace
In Gold dressed like a lace…
In my mind a rifle
But its mention stifle:
Brushes with The Customs
Seizing people’s bottoms;
Curses of their custom
Of sparing not An Atom...
Ahead kicking kidneys
To down force one on knees
My birthday with whole chicken
Today is exactly The Day
I said I must find my way
Out of a Taxed Uterus,
With odds getting numerous:
Fifty-Two not Twenty-Five
Splendid to be still alive!
A Uterus that saw Hell,
When I started sounding my bell;
Doctor sure ‘The Post-Mature’
Now responding to Nature
A Most Terrible Bleeding,
Even as she kept pleading,
The time: Night’s 11: 15
Of A Rainy June 15
And I heard: staying at church
While Nigerian Bombs did search…
Today Short Story Writer,
In Poetry, too, A Fighter…
Categories:
customs, abuse, corruption, evil, immigration,
Form: Rhyme
All wore peanut butter pants
where the world spread jam
As the tailor tried to fit you
in a bread you'd call his clam
And you paid for more than sticky
when a sandwich would expand
And your filling was for others
that your taste was in their hand
And you never knew another
for leaving you alone
When you're made up for the moment
that someone would condone
And were gobbled up for nighttime
when your love was there to be
Joining jam and peanut butter
nightly for the spree
Categories:
customs, analogy, culture, cute love,
Form: Quatrain
Evening meal
a thought tonight
a cuckoo's custom.
Categories:
customs, adventure,
Form: Haiku
They where hunter gatherers at one with the land,
They thanked mother earth with song and dance,
Occasionally another tribe would raid and kill,
Years they lived on the land with customs and traditions
The head was the chief beloved by all,
Happy .... not knowing what was to come.
White man came they wanted their land,
White man spoke with folk tongue signing treats they didnt keep,
They eradicated whole groups to get their way,
The natives not expected to fight back,
When they did they where called savages.
The whites called them indians a derogative name when all is said and done,
Shoved on reservations their traditions outlawed,
Their children shoved in white mans schools they didnt want to go,
For years it's been that way a tragedy to behold,
Soon their ways will be forgotten,
Native Americans true people of the land.
Categories:
customs, betrayal, culture, freedom, native
Form: Free verse
Simple hands are working hands
Of women all across vast lands
Wipe tears and feed man
For some their life plan
Tired eyes mend the clothes
Celebrate life as your child grows
Women customs passed down to girls
Housework chores stored liked squirrels
Categories:
customs, culture, women,
Form: Couplet
“Hey man are you a terrorist?
Please let me scan you,
Oh yes take your shoes off
Oops” I looked at your breasts
“That’s ok I’ll be checking
This one for bombs.”
They can’t be real
Can they?
Well they were.
“This one’s safe.”
I tell the others
Not even a hint of a grin
Categories:
customs, abuse, america, anti bullying,
Form: Free verse
A wreath on door once announced death
Not death now but famous birth
A birth_a Savior drew breath
Baby's breath salvation for earth
The whole earth rejoices_praises
Praises the Savior who freed it
It has been freed from all curses
Curses gone forever_joy fits
The crown fits the King whom we praise
We praise by Wreath and with breath
A door invites over ages
For ages wreath represents birth_death
Categories:
customs, history, holiday
Form: Rhyme
Tied to customs
never straying
affraid to differ
stay on the path
forget your beliefs
or be prosecuted
beliefs too different;
you are weird
beliefs too similar;
you are a poser
life is hopeless
filled with chiildren
not litterally and yet mentaly
Categories:
customs, angst
Form: I do not know?