Long Culture day Poems
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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!
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
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
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…!