14/02/2021 - Poem a Day Compilation
I don’t want dozens of roses
If you’re only buying them
Because it’s Valentine’s Day
Pick a dandelion on the way home
Because the colour reminded you
Of that new top I wore last weekend
I don’t want to go to a fancy restaurant
If you’re only taking me
Because it’s Valentine’s Day
Take me to the beach
For fish and chips wrapped in paper
With ice cream for dessert
I don’t want expensive jewellery
If you’re only giving it
Because it’s Valentine’s Day
Make me a daisy chain
While we sit listening to music
In the middle of the park
I don’t want a cuddly toy
If you’re only reason is
Because it’s Valentine’s Day
I’d much prefer your warm embrace
Every other day of the year
And twice on Sundays
I don’t want commercial displays of affection
That fill a CEO’s pockets
Because it’s Valentine’s Day
I want an every-day valentine
Who shows the world their love for me
In ways too rich to put a price on
Out of the quarrel with others we make rhetoric; out of the quarrel with ourselves we make poetry. (W.B. Yeats) Here lies that which is inside no more, that which burns my mind and must be expelled. Here lies the greatest of all inventions. Here lies words.
Showing posts with label anti-commercialisation. Show all posts
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Saturday, February 13, 2021
Saturday, October 31, 2020
Halloween
31/10/2020 – Poem a Day Compilation
I like the idea of Halloween
As a cultural tradition
But I despise the commercialisation
That comes with it today.
Give me a homemade ghost
Made out of an old bed sheet,
Or a mummy wrapped not in rags
But in reams of toilet paper.
Give me autumn festivals
With bobbing for apples
And scarecrows overseeing
Pumpkin carving competitions.
Give me big haunted houses
Where children giggle and scream,
And ghost tours though graveyards
For those who would dare.
Give me witches with birch brooms,
Black cats on every corner,
And spider webs hanging
From chimneys and doorframes.
Give me people coming together
To ward off evil spirits
By imbibing in such liquors
After the sun has gone down.
Give me stories of ghouls
Told at sleep deprived parties
Where children are up
Long after their bedtime.
Give me Halloween without commerce
With the only blood sucking
Done by cute little vampires
With the fakest of teeth.
I like the idea of Halloween
As a cultural tradition
But I despise the commercialisation
That comes with it today.
Give me a homemade ghost
Made out of an old bed sheet,
Or a mummy wrapped not in rags
But in reams of toilet paper.
Give me autumn festivals
With bobbing for apples
And scarecrows overseeing
Pumpkin carving competitions.
Give me big haunted houses
Where children giggle and scream,
And ghost tours though graveyards
For those who would dare.
Give me witches with birch brooms,
Black cats on every corner,
And spider webs hanging
From chimneys and doorframes.
Give me people coming together
To ward off evil spirits
By imbibing in such liquors
After the sun has gone down.
Give me stories of ghouls
Told at sleep deprived parties
Where children are up
Long after their bedtime.
Give me Halloween without commerce
With the only blood sucking
Done by cute little vampires
With the fakest of teeth.
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