Heavy rains spilling out of bursting clouds Soaking wet feeling is the mood it enshrouds Past crowded highways when leaving town Frustrated commuters spreading all around Such frantic rush Protesters swarming in the village square Chanting slogans the greedy better beware While corks still popping on luxury yachts Ducks and cavier could care but naught Someone tell them hush Crazy neighbors yelling across the street Like alley cats fighting whenever they meet TV News anchors speak with heated fume How doom and gloom are bride and groom What a bunch of mush Collasping into my chair I fix my weary stare Out my rain streaked window a focused glare Of a streetlamp flickering glow atop a stop sign Yes please stop spinning out of control crazy world I'm home at last and it's time to unwind And take that first sip of wine....
FellsmanLake District, Cumbria, England UKNov 6, 2011
Hi Yankee
How well you embed topical social commentary in with this excellent poetry, your last two lines are just perfect...
Best wishes
Bill
Odette67Penrith, Cumbria, England UKNov 6, 2011
Yes please stop spinning out of control crazy world I'm home at last and it's time to unwind And take that first sip of wine....
A great read Yankee about every day life..I am sure many of us will identify with this poem..to sit down in ones favourite chair with a sigh..slowly sipping wine is heaven.
AyhraAdelaide, South Australia AustraliaNov 6, 2011
Nice writte Yankee4u (the world is crazy out there) :)
I often think of the quote attributed to an infamous French Queen...."Let them eat cake"....in regards to the impoverished...someone please explain how the flipping world has progressed??
cafetwo2010Harford county, Maryland USANov 6, 2011
Great write Yank..' The world obviously will always progress on a technological level. That's pretty much a given. But human nature being what it is has always wallowed in the mire of an identity crisis. People are still seeking the answers to the same questions that have been asked since primitive times..'Who am I'..'What is my meaning here on earth..' and why this never ending boring grind..' Everyone must choose for themselves.
MycallingCork, IrelandNov 6, 2011
How doom and gloom are bride and groom What a bunch of mush Nice write Yankee
Macduff5Newcastle, New South Wales AustraliaNov 6, 2011
Hi Yankee,
I can truly identify with this poem. Very descriptively expressed.
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How well you embed topical social commentary in with this excellent poetry, your last two lines are just perfect...
Best wishes
Bill
I'm home at last and it's time to unwind
And take that first sip of wine....
A great read Yankee about every day life..I am sure many of us will identify with this poem..to sit down in ones favourite chair with a sigh..slowly sipping wine is heaven.
What a bunch of mush Nice write Yankee
I can truly identify with this poem. Very descriptively expressed.