24 Poems ~ 24 Hours
a post marathon feat
baked potatoes
now grilling the meat
its been my honor
sharing the gift
and motivating others
is really neat.
my thanks and adieu
to all you fine folks
it’s the first time my feed
has had all clean jokes.
congratulations my new friends
and carry on the tradition.
its been a blast to write and listen.
fin
The barn is decorated clear up to the rafters
with greenery and flowers and ribbon everywhere.
The folks are dressed in their Sunday best
ready for a turn on the dance floor.
The fiddler is warming up some crowd pleasers.
The smell of food in the air makes the animals whine.
All part for the bride and groom!
At days end
runners of sunlight bend in the sky.
hues of purple, pink, orange and yellow.
Swirls of light and color combine
to form a heavenly view,
an earthly delight.
Inspiration for art,
and for those in despair,
that something better awaits,
after our time passes.
Midnight feeder,
morning porch booby-trapper,
you hide in plain sight.
Scaring humans much bigger
and catching insects unaware.
Your game is survival and deception.
Intricate webbing catches the light
and reveals a fortified trap.
Patiently awaiting the next meal,
and unaware of dread you create.
Larger than life
bubbling over with ambition
full of love
and wanting to see the beauty in life.
Honest and descisive
with strong ethical ties.
Outside observers see over my head
looking for exterior beauty.
Not noticing the finely honed character
in front of their faces.
They miss the truth and embrace the fiction.
Waiting for the moment of adulthood
for that time when I will feel certain.
When the doubt and fear will be
replaced by confidence and calm.
When decisions come swiftly
and are accepted without concern.
A place of righteous thought
and compassionate acts.
Where I can feel comfortable
min my own skin,
even though I’m near the end.
With skin so wrinkled and pallor so pale
I wait for the moment and exhale.
Halls lined with lockers
Memories of the metal clang.
Fill my mind with the dread
of the awkward feelings
caused by insecurity.
My heart pounds at the sight of the library
where I fell in love with books
and found an escape from surroundings
until I made my break.
Driving past fields of plenty
longing for the past in our hearts.
Hoping for a taste of remembrance
through sights and smells and tastes.
New landmarks abound
making direction unclear.
Until home peers out
from the monstrous growth.
A refreshing signal
that childhood was here.
I stand in resistance
to the forces that would change me.
Taking blows from all sides,
my weathering shows.
I am dwarfed by the mountains
that surround my fractured soul.
Peeking out from dispair
trying to fill the hollow.
Beauty in the eyes of some
though they can see I’m weary.
The blustering wind is my company
through the tormented years.
A change is coming
now that you see me.
I have captured your eye
and I’m yours for the saving.
I am sturdy and strong
with room inside for love.
Let’s begin the healing
a gift has spared me.