Do Not Be Late Poem by Michael Walkerjohn

This Christmas
celebrate to celebrate
this the many of us know
is essentially so and is so because
the sun is out, and the sky is sing song blue.
And while we beach, party, chop, drink, and dance all night
it is true, and in truth; that it is the time; to bring out our A-games!
Especially on the ‘home continent'! Call out Michelle and call Beyoncé
Call Claire and call out to Nancy… Call Dianne and call out to Maxine
Call women who play with power and all that is fantasy; for in reality
time is mainly at our behest is our guest in our quest; time is sublime
and time, is that place, where timelessness is held in with togetherness
there is a lasting of naturalness; can you guess? Where is there
There is Africa! New dawn all rising. down at work, ready to be jovial
each of US returning, to the home; for all holidays! Seeking abundance
making and riding waves universally on an international visionary scale!
Together the all of US, making that journey; headed back home to visit
with our original families! Making the pilgrimage, before the ends of
the years… After all that, this awe means, and ends; to the needs to
get our fixes on! You may! You may have already become aware
of this need? Of that holiday travelling from west to east… Full
on prepared to celebrate, to stay up late, to be elated, and to
dance and sing until your soul aches! Till the season' end so
do not be late!