Commotional

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....
~ ~ ~ ~ ~
Posted: Nov 2011
About this poem:
The daily grind

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Fellsman
Hi Yankee


How well you embed topical social commentary in with this excellent poetry, your last two lines are just perfect...


Best wishes

Bill wine wine
Odette67
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.
purple heart
Ayhra
Nice writte Yankee4u (the world is crazy out there) :) handshake bouquet
Yankee4you
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??
cafetwo2010
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.thumbs up peace
Mycalling
How doom and gloom are bride and groom
What a bunch of mush applause Nice write Yankee
Macduff5
Hi Yankee,

I can truly identify with this poem. Very descriptively expressed. wine wine
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