Long Revelers Poems
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The Eagles accomplished their goal
To play in this year’s Super Bowl.
Their fans are all thrilled
That they have fulfilled
For Philly, a huge starring role.
For if they are the Super Bowl champs,
Then revelers won’t allow cramps
To their partying ways
Though in past winning days
The authorities dealt with some scamps.
To prevent this, they’re using some grease
On the light poles, so this will decrease
People climbing up high
To toss things and defy
Orders shouted at them by the police.
I just read that it’s Crisco* they use,
A fact that to some will amuse.
For if they had used lard
Certain rogues would be barred –
Now the hooligans, too, can be Jews!
*a type of shortening that is kosher, which
can be used for cooking by observant Jews
Sturgeon Moon
So soon
Summer slips through our fingers
Our own version of Michigan underwater beasts
Ogling the luminous bellies of boats swimming down Clam River
Dockside a roar with Ahab revelers
I have seen millions of moons
Leaping on the midnight ripples of Torch Lake
I have seen hills and pointes that darkly roll and rise
Inviting levitation
A cheer from our bow
Fireball shot
Looks like home but isn’t
We float down the shore with flashlights
I have seen a picture taken at the lakeside campfire
My wife and I
Standing in the gaps of our four sitting children
Six orange hooded faces
Without bodies
Eyes round as owls
Looking out from the tree of life
I cup my mouth with astonishment.
(10/6/11) Halloween
Let me give an update of Halloween night
When Freddie Krueger and Jason got into a fight.
Blood was flying all around
Yet not one of them made a sound.
Their instruments of death as sharp as can be
And the ending - no one could foresee.
They were joining forces for Halloween night
Since all the Halloween crowd would be waiting for them
Because at midnight the scaring would end.
Now that all the revelers were here
They would plan their rants and jeers.
FREDDIE would pull them out of bed
Then the GRIM REAPER would cut off their heads
Then DRACULA would suck them dry
And their bodies the goblins would hide.
The GHOSTS and WITCHES decided to do their thing
And the frightened victims they would bring.
The GHOULS and WEREWOLF would roam the alleyways
To ensure those that were hidden would not stay.
Now there was FRANKIE, the MUMMY , JASON ,
and the GOBLINS too
They’d hide in the shadows waiting for you.
FRANKIE ,the MUMMY, and JASON were all slow walkers
But they was great as shadow stalkers.
The GOBLINS would trip them to the ground
And jump on them before they could make a sound.
To the graveyard at midnight they would go
Man oh man ! What a wonderful show.
To their places of eternal rest, till next year
When they’ll do their best.
Look at that cemetery and you will see
That this is where they have to be.
I rowed from Cambridge where
my scull was slapped by the wake
of the long boats from MIT and Harvard
then dodged the hodgepodge of
tiny sloops in the lower basin
competing and sharing the venue
along the bank in my "own" space
I drifted
flags waving from the shore spoke of the night
the Esplanade was awash with revelers
so many flags moved and reflected
off the lazy waves and celebrated
to the hum of strings straining to tune
the Anthem was the birthday hymn
The Stars and Stripes Forever
wrestled with my recollections
of "Web- Footed Friends"
Until Longfellow's soul hovered - smiling
and Tchaikovsky's gift reverberated
shell and cannon echoed over the Charles
and through the city spires
in the brilliant sky colors danced with
each embellished percussion
candles for THE birthday and
wishes for peace was in the hearts
of all who shared
The first day of the new year
Breaks after the last midnight;
The skyway is getting clear,
To replace the dark twilight.
The new year is observed by
People from all walks of life;
Men and women say goodbye
To trouble, sadness, and strife.
Everyone is waiting for
The countdown to hit zero;
To say hello with vigor,
Without a doubt, sans sorrow.
The fantastic fireworks flash
Shows the delightful display;
Watching the beautiful bash,
Revelers relieve dismay.
Hoping for prosperity
From now until December;
Hearts are filled with energy,
As they pray to the Father.
Topic: New Year (2020)
Form: Tanaga
Fall brings mosaic colors of falling leaves,
soon after hues dissipate to barren trees.
Storms churn clouds in mighty thunder,
thrashing rains fall, sun quietly surrenders.
Softer breeze flows as horizon says hello,
awaiting hiding sun to peek with a rainbow.
Stars roam to brighten the Milky Way soon,
moon transforms from gibbous to full moon.
Winter pleases revelers with gusting snow,
mountain-peaks shine with enchanting glow.
Spring paints rising meadows pleasantly green,
nature hosts panoramic vistas of lively scenes.
College kids flock to beaches on spring break,
exploring moments of love, joy, and heartbreak.
Celebrating graduations and wedding season,
a new chapter on impending life gets written.
Joy of summer wraps in rampant humid heat,
glimpses of cool breeze intermittently greet.
Random changes speak of unpleasant themes,
foretelling broken lives and shattered dreams.
Earth rotates, sun rises, night accepts defeat,
perseverance harbinger of awesome new beat.
Winds of hope cheerful new day will bring,
singing birds foretell arrival of another spring.
September 1, 2017
Placed 1st: Winds of Change
Sponsor: Julie Rodeheaver
Placed 3rd: Strand choice W contest by Brian Strand
In depth of woods how autumn dazzles, swirling beauty of ornate décor,
Waltzing with ochre hickory, birch; whirling flaxen moods of sycamore,
Gracing my view upon blazing foothills, where vistas gamboge scroll,
Bedecking maples, swaying rhythms, with fiery red of shimmying knoll.
Zephyrs of west rustle demeanor of black tupelo, fluttering leaves gold,
Glistening burnt orange of sugar maple, revelers in sundown behold,
As remnants of gilded twilight beams, glimmer in purpled afterglow,
Weaving motifs of fall in tapestries idyllic, of blushing eventide aglow.
Autumn’s grandeur glows, as crisp frost gleams, mellowing overcast days,
Where gelid winds shudder trees, foretelling imminent wintry malaise,
Meandering with leaves falling gently; carpeting dyed, chromatic meadows,
As the arena of fall’s resplendent show, shimmers in elongated shadows.
Harvest Moon enamors sights, appealing to fervor of romantic glance,
Enthralled watching dance of stars, attuned to tenor of cosmic expanse,
Gliding over a charming night, wooing souls glued to autumn’s ruby fire,
Flaunting pizazz panoramic~ a farewell of fall-splendor, in cerise attire.
Turning life’s pages of albums, treasured memories rekindle seasons past,
Thankful for the abundance of goodwill~ heavenly blessings destiny cast;
As conversations savor aroma of pumpkin pies; buttery, nutty, apple tarts,
Spending time with family, friends; exchanging missives of kindred hearts.
TRAIN TRAVEL
I am on a superfast train
Listening to the soothing refrain,
Of the wheels on the railway track
Clickety clack, clickety clack.
Verdant vistas on either side,
Soothing visions during the ride.
Hamlets and villages flash by,
Little children waving "Hi"!
Fields of wheat and sugarcane,
Glistening from recent rains.
No pollution, no blaring horns,
No impatience or faces forlorn.
The catering staff wend their way,
Distributing food on trays.
We tuck into a hearty meal,
Get a satiated feel.
Chat with fellow travelers,
Some sober, some revelers.
Each with different tales to tell,
Caught up in a magical spell.
Halting at railway stations,
Quaint outposts of the nation.
The aroma of frying food,
You simply cannot elude.
Idyllic this train travel,
Just unwind and unravel.
Far away from stress and strain,
Modern life's eternal bane.
Stretching on my berth, relaxed,
Languidly just laying back,
Till I reach my destination
I'll admire Nature's creations.
The sun is hot
The birds all flock
The boats convene
Revelers serene
The drinks are cool
They make you drool
The wind blows soft
White sails aloft
Sleek Dolphins jump
The water thump
Our faces smile
For quite a while
This is the life
No thoughts of strife
Our own cocoon
Our sun - our moon
For just this while
We live in style
But all too soon
We're not immune
From noise and sound
Our senses pound
Reality hits back
Our peace off track
And yet we smile
For but a while
Thoughts of that day
When we might say
The sun is hot
The birds all flock
The boats convene
Revelers serene
Welcome to the pickpocket’s ball,
Where thousands come to see the ball fall.
Packed in Times Square to welcome a new year in;
On the faces of petty thieves are plenty of grins.
Revelers smashed like a can of sardines,
With Artful Dodgers sandwiched in between.
Slipping hands into pockets to see what they find,
Their victims only have celebration in mind.
Wallets and checkbooks, a credit card or two;
Passports and cash, Broadway tickets from a few;
All make the booty of the pickpocket tonight -
New Year’s Eve a festive delight.
So if you feel the need to experience Time Square
Heed this warning and please be aware
That amongst this crowd doing the New Year’s Eve dance
There are a few crooks among them with a hand in your pants.