Long Twenty fourth Poems
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R-each the highest star,
U-ntil you touch the sky;
B-eneath the wide heaven
Y-ou begin soaring high.
A-im for the highest star,
N-ever stop making a dream;
N-either eye will turn blind to another shining gleam.
Z-oom to the highest star,
U-ntil you reach the blue lane;
L-ife won't be satisfied
U-nless there's no more pain.
E-agerly soar to the highest star
T-ill you see the glorious abode;
A-llow your shoulder to remove the hard and heaviest load.
V-ie for the highest star,
I-n order to feel the glory;
L-et your heart endure the ache,
L-et your mind think of ecstasy.
A-fter the saddest moment,
N-either wing won't fly far;
O-n October twenty-fourth, reach the highest star.
The snow is gently drifting down,
Not like two days ago,
When it was blowing sideways,
In a heavy dump of snow.
All the snow had melted.
The birds are coming back.
The flowers just now breaking ground,
And this dumps in our lap.
My lilies were up almost a foot.
Now they're laying flat.
I put some paper over them,
Hoping they'll come back.
The paper bags I used were large.
I made for them a tent.
I propped them up and prayed for them.
Poor things were limp and bent.
It's now April twenty-fourth,
And snow is drifting down,
Covering trees and flower beds,\
And blanketing the ground.
The weather man said we'd have rain.
We got cold wet snow.
Guess when Alberta is your home,
You just go with the flow.
We are merging and surging, and rapidly purging.
A rich man is buying our company, and he is bringing us backers, and hackers,
Best of all a stash of great cold, hard, green cash.
We are throwing out desks, and we are throwing out chairs.
Some out the window, others down the back stairs.
The money is coming; it will be here by Tuesday.
In the form of a suit, and a man with a new play.
We are merging and surging and rapidly purging.
Millions you say? No, I think more. His name is Matthew McMooters.
Billions perhaps. We will have new computers.
See that old desk? Come help me push.
It will burn up so quick, with a wonderful swoosh.
Did I forget to tell you Old Pat has built a pyre on the twenty-fourth floor?
There are forty employees up there already,
With Tom, Harry, Ann and Freddy.
We are merging and surging and rapidly purging.
Follow me Nick. Follow me Nate.
Let’s go up in the elevator, bring your Mac Eight.
We’ll throw this picture in, this plant, this plate.
The rich guy will be here Tuesday.
With his money hard and smooth.
Come on folks, let’s decide our next move.
This is the night the world has been waiting for,
The moment when clock has reached its twenty-fourth.
Warm embrace from lovers and friends,
Exchanging of gifts,showing of endearment.
But we're apart like sun and moon.
The time that's not mine nor yours,
The distance between us that is hard to reach.
The place in our heart is the best way to meet.
Tonight, I'm a victim of global slavery.
Hands were both tied,eyes were blindfolded.
Serving the King of world economies/
Celebrating the season with chain in our neck.
This is the moment of love and cheers,
Hoping you can hear me whispers...
"Merry Christmas, Darling!"--
Feel my hugs and kisses I send through the wind.
# For my family,daughters and partner.....
We may not be together on christmas day...
but my love will be yours...forever.. :"(
LIFE IS GREAT,
FANTASTIC,
INCREDIBLE,
AND,
AT TIMES,
UNBELIEVABLE.
PLEASE,
ALLOW ME,
TO REMIND YOU,
IMAGINATION,
IS ESSENTIAL,
TO UNLEASH,
YOUR FULL POTENTIAL.
AS WE PREPARE,
OURSELVES,
TO CLOSE THE BOOK,
ON THE YEAR,
TWENTY TWENTY,
ON THIS,
THE TWENTY FOURTH DAY
IN THE MERRY MONTH
OF DECEMBER.
LET US,
CELEBRATE LIFE,
AS WE,
MOVE FORWARD,
AND PLEASE,
ALLOW ME,
TO RESERVE THIS MOMENT,
IN TIME,
TO WISH YOU,
AND YOUR LOVED ONES,
AND THE ONES,
WHO CARE ABOUT YOU,
THE MOST,
A YEAR
FILLED WITH
AND SURROUNDED BY
LOVING
CARING
UNDERSTANDING
PEOPLE
PETS
AND PLANTS.
HAPPY NEW YEAR !
Michael E. Harris
12242020
This poem
Inspired by Visila
who reminds us ALL
how important we are to life.
MERRY CHRISTMAS my little Darling.
On the twenty fourth of February in twenty twenty two
Russia invaded Ukraine and fierce fighting did ensue
Vladimir Putin it seems, wants to restore the iron curtain
And sadly he will succeed, of that it looks certain.
Tanks and missiles, the Russians used in their attack
But against Putins thugs, brave Ukrainians are fighting back
Vladimir Putin is unhinged and he Is losing his sanity
Claiming the Ukraine is a threat, to Russian security.
He's made threats to the west, if they come to Ukraines aid
Does he honestly think that western powers are afraid
Unfortunately the Ukraine is not part of the Nato alliance
So the west introduced, heavy sanctions in defiance.
Hitting Russia with severe sanctions seems like a good idea
But it failed to stop Russian aggression, when they invaded Crimea
A lot more needs to be done though before it's too late
Or the Ukrainian people will suffer, an unspeakable fate.
The Ukrainian president has sent out a rallying cry
Ukrainians are bearing arms, and are prepared to die
The death toll will rise with casualties on either side
People are running to find safety but there's no where to hide.
Putin claimed only military targets, would be in the line of fire
But civilian apartments have been hit, Putin is a liar
There has been many deaths, some badly injured too
But they will fight to the last man, it's what they will do.
Acts of bravery the Ukrainians will always remember
Like the guards on Snake Island who refused to surrender
The Russian warship fired missiles, all thirteen men died
To me that is a war crime; those responsible should be tried.
The old days are over, the Soviet Union is long dead
Why can't Vladimir Putin get that fact in his head
Invading peaceful countries is an abominable crime
He should be charged with murder and put away for a long time.
Written 25th February 2022
Thursday morning I received an urgent letter
from the Internal Revenue....it said I had to pay back
my refund or they would garnish my wages;
there's much confusion about the new exemption laws, but the money is due
by July the twenty fourth, or I would be charged more fees and interest.
Wasn't it the tax preparer fault for the avoidable error?
I am not going for a tax audit, I will send them any amount I can and pay the rest
in monthly installments by tightening my belt even more; it's harder than fighting
City Hall! I'll have to pay for having had that ball...no refund on items bought!
I'll look forward to a zero refund in late February, or possibly in May; they'll keep
everything I'll claim...many things I have to give up: no dinners at restaurants;
no trendy clothes: I must settle for home cooking and avoid movies on demand!
Black and white Advent calendar
I will make you red and green
Haven't you heard the red oleander
Dropping its last leaf for December sheen
Growing up with bullets in the Taliban
Blood spills into the streets of Kashmir
Still the Calendar craves and calls for
Gold, Frankincense and balmy myrrh
Whenever the birds are all gone
Open the crimson card door
See, when the star will return
As the Bethlehem angels soar
In the centre of the white frost
In every cube of icy story
Look at the pink loving bouquet
Smiling to greet the glory
I do remember the pine tree
I had planted on such a day
So that he can keep green
Whether December or May
He will come he will come
Chocolate of assurance in every window
Tender palms and the face handsome
Soft yellow with sunrise glow
Advent box of twenty-fourth December
Leads me to the Angel moonlight
Echoes of the Migdal Eder
Shining star in the ebony night
What is in the last box
Christmas tree or red cherry?
I kept waiting with wonder
Like the child like strawberry
A photo came out depicting Jesus
Almost as a man like we are
With personality as the Mount Everest
And a heart with cucumber care
We will light the waiting candles
Deck up spirited Christmas trees
Lay our ears to the vibrant voice
I come back with the Christmas breeze
The voice rises from the seas and rivers
Also from the stars above
In spite of bullets and pistols
What prevails are his wounds of love
'______________________________________
13/12/2018
Originally published in all poetry.com
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In 1967, fresh out of high school at seventeen, I boarded a northbound bus to the metropolis of the mid-west. After arriving in Chicago, while waiting to be picked up by a family member, I met my first con-artist who ripped me off for ten dollars. That's the way I was welcomed to Chicago. Chicago provided my first full-time job with a metal plating company. In 1969 I experienced my first airplane flight from Chicago to Memphis, Tn., and in the Spring of 1968, I witnessed a riot in Chicago. It was the most confusing, the darkest, and the longest night of my life. After turning twenty-one, I cast my first ballot in Chicago. Attended a Chicago City-College a year before enrolling in a four-year college from which I graduated in 1972. Fresh out of college at twenty-two, got married in Evanston, a Chicago suburb. In 1973, fourteen months after getting married, just shy of my twenty-fourth birthday, had my first child in southern Wisconsin, 100 miles north of Chicago. In 1974 at the age of twenty-four, I bought my first car in Zion, a Chicago suburb. Chicago was where I rented my first apartment and shortly thereafter, I experienced my first burglary at this apartment. Sometime later, while all alone on a dark city street, I was strong-armed robbed for the first and only time in Chicago. Where I grew up there were lots of alcoholics, but I met my first heroin addict in Chicago. I attended my first Major League Baseball game at Wrigley Field in Chicago. I did not realize until this week that there were so many firsts in Chicago, and I suspect if I kept at this there would be a lot more. May it suffice to end this journey with three more firsts in Chicago: First bike, first kiss, first accident(my fault)........
051520PS
Good actor, yet Razzie Award winner, Rob Lowe,
was one of People Magazine’s “Most Beautiful” although
his hair he has dyed since the day
in his twenty-fourth year that he says he went grey!
A prime role was once offered Rob Lowe:
“Doctor McDreamy” on a hit show.
But he took on instead
two lame shows that went dead,
having stupidly let "West Wing" go!
In the 80’s a sex scandal plagued young Rob, yet
an Emmy for "West Wing" this comeback kid would get.
Also, his three-decade marriage has had no end!
This he attributes to marrying his best friend.
Sept 16, 2019
for Mark Toney's Clerimerick Couplets (Hybrid Form) Poetry Contest