Long Labor day Poems
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John
Is 65 and a tall man
Dressed in a white suit and tie
With nice tennis shoes fuzzy socks
And some hair plopped on top.
Mary is 24 with blond hair and a smile so fun
Her sweetness tosses like sugar
Across the party of every room
She enters.
Her contagious smile has been erased
Behind her virus mask
Yet still gloriously escapes
Through her crinkled blue eyes
Her heaving cheek bones and that guttural ha! laugh.
Down the aisle they walk together
Between all the seated people
Mary steadying John by the arm
Whispering to his agitated face
With the palm of her hand and several Kleenexes
His heavy weight leaning
Into her strength and beauty.
John
Lives comfortably in a nice house
Enjoys retiree health care and a full pension
For his immediate family
Until he dies.
Mary
Has no health care
No 401(k) vacation or sick time
Makes $12.50/hour
And lives in a little ground floor apartment
In the middle of the city with a cat.
She can’t help herself
Happy anyway.
He staggers
She swaggers.
The two reach John’s mother
Up front
Cloaked in a beautiful blue dress
Surrounded by candles and photographs
Her hands clenched around a bouquet of flowers
A half smile
No longer blocked by a mask
As she lies asleep in her coffin.
Mary holds John up by the waist
His mask hinged to his jaw and ears
While he makes muffled squeals
And pokes his mother’s body.
Mary turns him around
Draws him back to his pew
Everyone sitting six feet apart
Crying
More for John than his mother.
Mary takes it in stride
For she cleans his behind after accidents
Lifts him up from sidewalks after he’s fallen
Feeds him food from a spoon
Wipes his chin
And when he screams at the top of his lungs
She tries to remind him
The old comfort of his forgotten name
John John
But that never works
Yet when she says it’s Mary Mary
He sometimes recognizes something
Far away
And can quiet for her
There is no Medicare reimbursement for this
She
Alone as an angel
Drives home for the night
In a beat up car
Her magic performed
Poorer
But richer
Than what any CEO could ever imagine in space.
Within our Green Sanctuary
extensive proposal-writing family:
When did universal political salvation
become a uniform economy of non-redemption?
When did worshiping Earth's Divinity
become celebrating humanity's Humanism?
When did unitarian win/win webs
wombs
root systems
eggs
seeds
umbilical cords of compassion's DNA nutrition,
living forests,
dynamic oceans,
multiculturing climates,
robust atmospheres,
harmonic communions
resonant re-creation stories
become smug and self-satisfied win/lose evolution theories,
supported by side by side religious walls
of mutual theology-trumps-ecology exclusion
of right-brain felt inclusions?
When will we universal-leftbrain and rightbrain-unitarian nondually notice,
Yang with Yinclusive,
EgoPatriarch with EcoFeminist appreciate,
that "ecological exclusion",
like "military cognitive/emotive win/win intelligence"
is an extended anti-family oxymoron?
Both left-brain dissonant
and right-brain longing for healthier resilient resonance?
When do we remember
to celebrate competitive win/lose Labor Day
by growing
and demarginalizing
and uncommodifying
cooperative win/win grace-filled Play Day?
Our Labor Day has come and gone, and now
it's back to school for kids, and yet somehow,
most think our summertime has bid goodbye;
but it has weeks ahead to shine, endow.
Our eyes can see green leaves still on the trees;
more time for walks in parks and picnic sprees.
The sun is warm most days, and nights still lend
more daylight hours for fun that we can seize.
Oh, days of summertime, your stay's cut short
by our assumed events that must abort
'earth's calendar' to acquiesce with needs
in planning our lifestyles, which do distort
dear nature's timetable of seasons' bliss,
when warm, delightful days we do dismiss,
because our mindset is to move along
ahead of time, not caring what we miss.
By end of our July, the stores are filled
with Halloween, Thanksgiving...overkilled.
No wonder our minds shift to autumn scenes,
and summer days lay waiting, unfulfilled.
'Haste does make waste', a classic adage says.
Let's stop, enjoy each season, it's full phase.
Our summer is a gem bestowed by earth...
its wonder does shine thru September days.
Sandra M. Haight
~7th Place~
Premiere Contest: Dog Days Endure
Sponsor: Gregory Barden
Judged: 12/01/2018
To hands that toil from dawn till night,
In sun's harsh blaze or fading light,
You build the world we proudly see,
With silent strength and dignity.
You mend the roads, you sow the land,
With weathered skin and calloused hands.
Your sweat is ink on history's page,
Your spirit—brave, no gilded cage.
No marble hall, no silver throne,
Can stand without the stone you've thrown.
Each brick you lay, each crop you tend,
Is proof of love that doesn't bend.
You are the heart, the pulse, the flame,
Too long unsung, too often unnamed.
But on this day, we lift you high,
Beneath the flag, beneath the sky.
May justice walk where you have led,
May fair reward meet daily bread.
The world may rest, the rich may play,
Because you rise each breaking day.
For all you've given, all you've done,
For battles lost and victories won,
We thank you now with humbled grace;
The world is better for your place.
I remember when we took that trip to Florida
It was late summer and Labor Day weekend
It was our first anniversary celebration trip
We stayed in the honeymoon penthouse suite
Our days were full of exploring antique stores
And the fun popular tourist sites we found
Our nights were full of passion and romance
A trip full of hope and dreams for our future
We found some garage sales along the way
And some rare 1800’s antique carriage lanterns
They had beveled glass, gold and brass accents
We decided to buy the pair to display at home
Years passed and many anniversaries too
Our lanterns have weathered many storms
They are strong resilient and still work today
A great symbol of our love and commitment
In the realm of labor, where workers toil,
Their sweat and tears upon the soil,
On Labor Day, we honor those
Whose hard work and dedication shows.
From fields of grain to towering skyscrapers,
They build our world, these labor shapers,
With hands calloused and backs bent low,
They forge ahead, through wind and snow.
In factories, offices, and homes,
They never falter, they never roam,
Their labor fuels our daily lives,
Their sacrifice, the world survives.
From dawn till dusk, they toil away,
Their families waiting for the end of day,
But still they push, they strive, they fight,
Their strength and courage shining bright.
On Labor Day, we celebrate,
The workers who make our nation great,
Their hands that build, their hearts that care,
Their spirit strong, beyond compare.
So raise a glass, raise a cheer,
For every worker far and near,
On Labor Day, we stand as one,
To honor all that they have done.
Birthday, Christmas Day, Fourth of July
Easter Sunday, Thanksgiving, ain’t gonna lie
Holiday, Holy Day, Fifth Monday
Every day, all day, not a fun day
Each day, every day is Judgement Day
Each day, every day is Judgement Day
They look at you
They weigh you
They measure you
Any way they can
They find you wanting
They find you lacking
They find you missed the mark
Best get with the plan
Labor Day, Halloween, New Years
Veteran’s Day, Memorial Day, cry me some tears
His Day, Her Day, lost the pay day
Inauguration Day, swearing in and at you hey
Each day, every day is Judgement Day
Each day, every day is Judgement Day
They look at you
They weigh you
They measure you
Up and down and back and forth, sideways
They find you wanting
They find you lacking
They find you’ve not tried hard enough
You are accountable for all the untried ways
Death Day, Mourning Day, Burial Day
The Day they dug the hole
The Day they fill it in
And forever trap your soul
Each day, every day is Judgement Day
Each day, every day is Judgement Day
Never made the mark
Never measured up
Never scored the goal
Or held the winner’s cup
Judgement Day oh Judgement Day
You’ve had your piece of me
Judgement Day oh Judgement Day
May I please rest free…
Do you remember when love was more than a four letter word
And holding hands walking down the street
Doing a matinee on a Saturday
Feeling the rhythm of the music in your feet
Playing baseball on an abandoned lot
And how the girls could turn your head
Sneaking that cigarette behind the house
Getting your first kiss and turning red
A nickel bought a candy bar
A penny bought a picture of a movie star
Go for a Sunday ride in the family car
A baseball glove dangling from your handle bar
Do you remember when Mom read us a nursery rhyme
Hey kids, what time is it? It's Howdy Doody Time
The Falcon and Shadow were fighting crime
You could find anything in the Five and Dime
In the drug store, you could get a cherry coke
The smell of the bus when it left all that smoke
Playing chase tag on the street at night
Running through fields, flying a kite
Picking flowers for Mom on the way home from school
Meeting your classmates at the community pool
School shopping right before Labor Day
Saving your money by putting pennies away
In spite of the hardships and all of the strife
Honesty was a way of life
We grew inside from what we learned
We didn't accept it if it wasn't earned
Pep rallies before the football game
We knew each shop and the owner by name
Do you remember when life was innocent
Do you ever wonder where it went?
It is Labor Day
I am paid not work
but what am I to do
the festive trimmings are not attached
so the perk is an useless quirk and
my boring schedule quickly fills in the gaps
as usual, my alarm sounds at 6am
the coffee maker perks at 6:15am
my rested body flings away the covers
I watch the Today show while shaving
fetch the newspaper, quickly scan the headlines
wait, I have more time my curiosity to prime
but the dog is on his normal morning schedule
so I speed to the door, his bladder to mollify
no fancy holiday breakfast awaits in the kitchen
so, on cue, I grab an egg, poach it, down some juice
my family sleeps on through the holiday mirage
my engine is in overdrive, but where to go
no parades, pageants append this vapid day
but there is no reason to stay at home either
no arriving relatives to amend the boredom
still, I have one day's free pay to spend
maybe, I'll take the car to the wash
nah, that is a weekend ritual
perhaps, I will canvas Pro Bass Shop
nah, the drive is longer than my work commute
OK, I will stay at home and be a utilitarian
I can finish trimming the bedroom shutters
but wait, I am out of that flossy white paint
and didn't my wife need the car for her
annual holiday shopping spree
I could re-mow the lawn to give it
a manicured look, but nah
to labor on Labor day is too oxymoronic
so I curl up in front of the TV
finish watching the Today show
contented with the lofty notion that
I am being paid to while away the day
Hostages
Miracle Man
Labor Day 2024
Sometimes others make decisions,
that will go against our grain.
We allow sacrifices to be made of a few
for the good of many, without refrain.
It always seems so unfair,
if you’re family of one of these few.
Being told that,“a man’s gotta do,
what a man’s gotta do”
We thank God each morning,
that we’re not one of the few.
But sometimes we tend to overlook,
what the prayers of many can do.
I wonder if it were your loved one,
would it shine a different light,
On the seriousness of negotiation?
Just a thought, but it might.