#7 The Power of Poetry Anthology
Le Voir N. Lewis
Throw Myself into the Night
I am going to throw myself into the night just to see what happens.
I am going to take a chance, be adventurous, wild, and spontaneous
because when you live in New Orleans and summer is upon us,
you cannot help but be ready to mess stuff up and partake in the miscellaneous.
Not an itinerary, nor a plan for tonight will ever cross my mind.
No second thoughts or hesitations to waste my precious time.
I’m putting on some comfortable threads because this summer heat is far from divine.
I am going to throw myself into the night and see what adventures I get into this time.
Who needs a full moon to start your transformation, your metamorphosis to be wild, when you have the New Orleans summer vibes in effect, it is your chance to be more than mild.
Have fun, and have a ball! Hell, have two if it makes you smile.
I am going to throw myself into the night and give a new meaning to fun restyled.
Any which way the wind blows if there is fun to be had.
No Debbie Downers or party poopers, or anyone who makes this night sad,
Only people living in the moment, seizing the day with good energies make us glad.
Only if life were comprised of a community of positive energies, we would have our own island or pad.
I live my life structured enough, organized, and looking for bosses to approve.
A little spontaneity never hurt anyone when you are ready to make sudden moves.
Just be wise and always careful and live your life no matter who disapproves.
Just throw yourself into the night, make memories, and get into the groove.
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"The Power of Poetry" speaks volumes in the lines of the poem "Throw Myself into the Night." Written by a New Orleans native,
, this poem encapsulates the electrifying essence of the city and the joys of living spontaneously. As readers, we can't help but feel the lure of an unplanned night out, the charge in the air, and the promise of boundless possibilities.It's a rallying cry for spontaneity, urging us to cast aside our inhibitions and let the wind take us where it may.
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Laissez Les Bon Temps Roullez. I let them roll for years until the night grabbed me by the throat. Now, I meditate and write. I was in a foul temper last week. To wit,
We're trying to get enough money to die.
I got fooled again by that painted harlot.
She's on every street corner.
Every church.
Every ecstatic potentiality.
This is the reality we adore.
The painted harlot.
So beautiful.
Such promise.
Sell your frying pan
With unfettered glee on TV.
And when 20 minutes of free enterprise
Concludes it's pitch.
Back to the news.
"22 DIE IN A BOWLING ALLEY."
Break for another commercial message
Painting a multicultural agape loving America.
Despite 10,000 Palestinian and Israeli children dead,
The teevee set sez we have nothing to dread.
The commercial tells the people why.
Why they are alive.
Is to buy.
Buy and die.
Buy and try
To make your religion
Give you a reason why.
From the pulpits universal
The message is the same.
The reason remains plain
Don't explain.
JUST BUY!
Buy Medicare Advantage ad nauseum.
Get lousy coverage and smile
With Broadway Joe or JFK or any of the hundred hucksters.
Who cares??
At least you bought it all.
Thousands of pitches every year pounding our brains, our souls through our hungry ears.
Commercials are killing us !!
Then the TV news.
A platform to justify
That horrid greed.
The racket never ends,
Cacophony dissonance
Our macabre dance.
Buy. Buy. Buy some more.
Get enough money to buy.
The painted whore.
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