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Customs

Generals
supposed to avoid
politics

Categories: customs, america, political,
Form: Haiku

One Rock

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

A Smuggler Speaks

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

Categories: customs, abuse, corruption, evil, immigration,
Form: Rhyme

Book: Radiant Verses: A Journey Through Inspiring Poetry

Peanut Butter Pants

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

Categories: customs, analogy, culture, cute love,
Form: Quatrain

Haiku's Temple 183

Evening meal
a thought tonight
a cuckoo's custom.

Categories: customs, adventure,
Form: Haiku

Native Americans

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

Categories: customs, betrayal, culture, freedom, native
Form: Free verse

Woman's Hands

Simple hands   are   working hands
            Of women all across vast lands
                        Wipe tears   and

Categories: customs, culture, women,
Form: Couplet

Customs

“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

At Customs

At Customs

Delayed fatigued grumpy and miserable there was I
yet another queue at Oliver Tambo on arrival another

Check scan body search and
mind games in my baggage

Damascus had been an unusual holiday destination
had firmly attached a couple of splinters just a bit of

Shrapnel trauma displacement
on the movie of my soul

Amena breathing the rubble with one foot detached
collateral

Categories: customs, immigration,
Form: Free verse

Customs To Getting Old

abuse, age, discrimination, health, introspection, lonely, old,

Customs To Getting Old  ©


There are very ingrained customs noted when getting old
Getting accustomed to old age is not one of them
One has to be blessed with 65 years of life to be noted
As Senior Citizen you are given rank status from the start
Living and ‘recently’ dead is

Categories: customs, abuse, age, discrimination, health,
Form: Epic

Customs Change With Years

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

Categories: customs, history, holiday
Form: Rhyme

Customs

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?