In the morning's tender light, a whisper soft,
A wake-up call, as dawn's embrace aloft.
A kettle hums, a ritual, time to unwind,
Strong ginger tea, with milk entwined.
The aroma, a symphony of morning grace,
Resistless allure, filling up the space.
Awakening senses, a dance on the tongue,
Morning tea, where new stories are begun.
As shadows lengthen, and the day unwinds,
Evening tea, a family union binds.
Snacks and biscuits laid out, a table adorned,
In the twilight, love and laughter are formed.
With parents, spouses, siblings dear,
Tea time brings them near, drawing them near.
Stories unfold, like petals unfurling,
Bonding forever, in the tea time swirling.
Categories:
unions, family,
Form: Rhyme
Boy gets up at six
Needs no alarm of complaint
To shake
The brief night of sleep
From his hay-cropped hair
Brushes his teeth
Smokes a two dollar holler of cigarette for breakfast
A pack a day is like tax day for him
Paid by ten in the morning
Then the day is free and clear
Holds down his car as it bucks to life
Lurches away
Stops at Starbucks
Spends another hour’s dough
On two large black coffees
Picks up three buddies at the far edge
Of the Walmart parking lot
Drives two hours to arrive
At a dismal road to tame with asphalt
The boys dissolve and stick to the road
Buns of thick shoulders
Rise and fall in the oven of sun
Shoveling boils of oil and coal
Throwing
Their boots to stomp the steam
His car limps back to his driveway corral
At 9:45 in the summer evening
Devours another hour
Of Coors and McDonalds at his kitchen table
Prays very hard to God
Maybe it could rain tomorrow?
His girlfriend stands behind him
Rests her head on his shoulder
A dim light buzzing from the ceiling.
Categories:
unions, career, character, conflict, courage,
Form: Free verse
Where silhouetted sentinels silently stand in vain
bleeding shades of layered shame on blight-lined highways below,
their ghostly shadows remind us of dreams we dared to drain.
Interred on unkempt plots, crumbling brick carcasses maintain
evidence we’re forced to see if the trails of traffic slow
where silhouetted sentinels silently stand in vain.
Rush-hour bottlenecks, the frustrated drivers’ daily bane,
exact tolls of tribute to hollowed homes lost long ago.
Their ghostly shadows remind us of dreams we dared to drain.
Daylight, drowned in the windowless dam of a plywood pane,
begs blackness, dwelling within abandoned walls, who’ll dare go
where silhouetted sentinels silently stand in vain?
Does the doll left naked on a spray-painted stoop remain
to testify children once played under its portico?
Their ghostly shadows remind us of dreams we dared to drain.
As darkness descends, the caravans of commuters wane,
leaving deserted the injured, desolate Jericho.
Where silhouetted sentinels silently stand in vain,
their ghostly shadows remind us of dreams we dared to drain.
Categories:
unions, america, city, community, jobs,
Form: Villanelle
Trump and Unions
We all better be going to communion,
Before we hear Trump State of Union;
For President picked,
A dumb derelict;
Hear he did consult with Soviet Union.
Jim Horn
Categories:
unions, 1st grade, allegory, analogy,
Form: Limerick
Uniting together we'll have one voice
No one shall ever be without support
If we do stop supporting each others
Others will ignore our collective voice
Never lose if we truly stand together
Soon we must all take a united stand
Categories:
unions, word play,
Form: Acrostic
A twist of fate with slashing blade
In this my heart's deep gash...
Watching her from across the way
Making love, to another girl; passion
Then ripped these dreams apart
Their beauty as hers, melting amid
Scorching flames she cried I wept
While cold the blood, did turn red...
Marble marked but now its gone; tears
Wiped away this love; aside a flower bed.
Categories:
unions, anniversary, love, passion,
Form: Free verse
before labor unions came into existence businesses were run like monarchies
where those in positions of power treated the workers atrociously
no sick days, no overtime, no vactions and no minimum wage
and some work place conditions were worse than an animal's cage
but throught the grace of God and American ingenuity
the laborers joined together and the unions came to be
organized for the advancement of the shared interest of the work force
a confederation of laborers who at one time had no recourse
fired without cause, no work injury compensation and hardly a lunch hour
but with the labor unions now in place the workers have a measure of power
bargaining for health insurance and decent salaries
negotiating for better conditions and job security
thank God for the unions as collectively we band
one for all and all for one, united we now stand
Categories:
unions, business, inspirational, on work
Form: Narrative
I've longed for a man to have and to hold,
To love me forever, being brave and bold.
Someone to cherish and stay by my side,
With this man truly I'll always abide.
I've longed for a woman, tender and wise,
Who doesn't hold secrets in the depths of her eyes.
Someone whose word is always true,
With this woman happiness will ensue.
We've now found each other, our union is strong,
We now know that this is where we each belong.
Unions like ours must indeed be rare,
So with our love we shall take extra care.
When this life is over and we start again,
Maybe next time we'll be each other's friend.
You've enriched my life beyond any measure,
So in whatever form you're always my treasure!
Categories:
unions, introspection, love, people, wedding,
Form: Rhyme