Hour 12: Last Sentence of a Book Prompt Poem

Free to LEARN by Peter Gray’s last line;

And then we will witness a full renewal of children’s capacities for self-control and desire to learn, and an end to the epidemic of anxiety, depression and feelings of helplessness that plague so many youth today.”

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Of Children’s Capacities For

so many youth today are plagued with anxiety

so many have depression

so many have feelings of helplessness

renew we will with freedom to learn allowed in schools we will

renew of self-control we will

renew of desire to learn we will

we will witness a full renewal, and then

put an end to the current epidemic

that is for no one

renew we will for children’s capacities

renew for us all

 

 

 


 

Hour 11: I’ve Never Been To . . .

I’ve never been to paradise or heaven—are they similar places—like islands in the Caribbean? Like utopia or nirvana?

Those places would be enjoyable I guess, but they may be places like Las Vegas where I have been, unfortunately. Before I pick a place, can I get a 90 second tourist video? Can I have Rick Steves tour it and give his full insights? Can I get a refund and start over in less than 24 hours?

Also, how long do I go for? A weekend, two weeks, a year, the rest of my life?

If I could be guaranteed that another planet would be inhabitable and at least reasonably hospitable to me, then I would choose another planet. Life must have taken some dramatic turns in the evolutionary journey, and the results would be fascinating. Many books, movies, shows, imaginations have delved into this exact curiosity. All to somewhat similar conclusions.  I’m no scientist—definitely more the artistic happy-go-lucky type, but the universe has always drawn me in. Interestingly enough, I’ve never been interested in shows like Star Wars or Star Trek—perhaps because I never really had a TV, and was never an avid reader of fiction. So what would another planet be like. First of all, to compare it to earth would make sense. Planet Earth is about 4-5 billion years old. So, I’d want a planet 5 billion or more years old. I’ve always been more interested in looking forward than backwards. History has become instantly boring to me the older I get… there might be a good joke there. Maybe about 8 billion would be the sweet spot for a planet—just speculating here. Being an optimist, the more experience we have and the longer we evolve away from our survival instincts the better chance of a peaceful society. Is this what people call utopia? The Orville depicted a so called planet with a utopian culture but it turned out to be a weak disguise for a society that was still based on self-interest, totalitarianism, and force.

The best option would to take a “cruise” of the universe, spending a week or two in five or ten planets—maybe 4-5 days on 2-3 locations on each planet. That’s it, a cruise of the universe. But I wouldn’t be one of those cruise passengers that stayed on the ship and only went with the large groups to the tourist trap shops and restaurants. No, I’d take off and look around the planet myself or with a local guide. Then after a few tours of the universe, I could choose the planet I would retire  choose to live the rest of my life on before I passed and went to heaven or paradise or nirvana.

 

 

 

 

Hour 10: Moonshadow Response

shadows
all afternoon here 
now a butterfly too

no hands no eyes no legs no mouth moonshadow

most days
this shadow calls on me 
but she never overstays 

it did not take long
for the shadow to find me
library books





  


Hour 9: Ten Word Prompt Poem

I came upon a masked stranger,

stirring porridge in the heat.

He asked if I was in danger,

and offered me a seat.

 

I said that I felt lethargic,

and could use a bit to eat.

He insisted that I seemed sick,

and must get off my feet.

 

He went into his wee abode,

a cottage on the treeline.

He soon returned with a huge toad,

and a cat he called Ms. Feline.

 

He zoomed about like a firefly,

then said, “It’s time to dine!”

He opened a bottle, then did cry,

“After dinner you will feel fine!”

 

 

 

 

 

 

Hour 8: Emoji Thoughts

Facebook added a seventh emoji a few months ago, the Care emoji

So now there are: Like, Love, Care, haha, wow, sad, and angry

What about a ‘nervous’ emoji, or a ‘feeling frisky’ emoji

Or ‘buzzed’, ‘dumb-ass’, ‘last straw’, ‘super-fucking cool’, or ‘hot-diggidy dog’

There should also be a way to pick two, like ‘Love and Care’, or ‘Sad and Angry’

What about three emoji’s, like ‘Love, haha, and Wow’

Each Facebook member should be able to make up their own emojis

to be used on their posts like labels on Blogger. I would have a ‘poetic dude’ emoji’

I would also have a ”drink!’ emoji, and ‘That doesn’t make sense’ emoji

Gammar nerds would get out of hand quickly—can you imagine;

”Check your spelling’, ‘Good time for the Oxford comma’, ‘Kill the passive voice’,

A ‘Peace’ would be cool though. Hey, how about a ‘cool beans’ emoji

I would use, ‘Totes’ all the time

 

 

 

 

 

Hour 7: Season of the Phantoms

masks

masks, a sign of weakness

a pretense of anti-racism

a façade of social justice

a cover-up

a front for social justice

a veneer of Black Lives Matter

No, none of this is true

masks

masks mask our germs

masks reveal our care

the masquerade is not hidden but exposed by the non-mask wearer

ones who refuse to wear a mask uncover their lack of empathy

ones who refuse to wear a mask expose their absence of humanity

ones who refuse to wear a mask disclose their deficiency of strength

masks

my wife makes masks

our dining room table is a mask making station

masks are here to stay

I’m afraid to say

masks, my new found ally

now it is easy to see a person’s character

mask or no mask

Hour 6: Ideal Day

soft fur against my bare legs, barbed tongue cleans my calf

sheets pulled back, robe slipped on

quiet breathing

the whistle of water, spring of a toaster, sizzle of eggs, lemon, honey, caffeine, turn of a newspaper

writer’s almanac, daily poems, the scratch of a pencil, reading the news, view of the bay, crows, gulls, eagles, a great blue heron

lettuce, tomato, kalamata olives, cucumber, feta cheese, vinaigrette, cracked black pepper, fizzy water, snapchat to my daughter

closed eyes—soft fur on my pillow on my lap, soft music

shorts, socks, sneakers, t-shirt, backpack, book, notepad, pencil, iced-tea, sunglasses, hat,

10,000 steps, snapchats, a slug, bunny, deer, trees, flowers, kayaker, great blue heron, a log drifting, children laughing, holding hands

closed eyes, shower, soft music,

sizzling onions, garlic, bok choy, mushrooms, broccoli, ginger, coconut milk, curry paste, tofu, cilantro, lime, brown rice, red wine

French movie, holding hands, rubbing feet, sunset, games with friends

reading, writing, candle, bourbon,

robe slipped off, sheets pulled up, soft fur nearby, goodnight kiss, dreams

 

Hour 5: Photo-ku Series

morning mountain fog
brush strokes widen
my appetite

overnight drench
sidestepping slugs
around the lake trail

unrequited love
he throws another marshmallow
into the ashes

skinny dipping
under the galaxy
the flash of paparazzi

autumn nap
the murmur of tree limbs 
in silence

Hour 4: Dear Sorrow

Dear Sorrow,

I haven't seen you in a while—it's been a good six years since you visited. 
I still think about you, our close times together—but less and less. 
There are some times months when you never come to mind.
In fact, i do believe I'm beginning to forget you more than not, 
but they'll always be a bit of you that I carry around on my shoulders, up my sleeve, in my pocket.
We spent so much time together—just the two of us that you are in my blood. 
I tried to break with you many times but you were always so dedicated to me, so loyal, so noble.
How are you? I hope you have made new friends, I'm sure you have moved on. 
You were always able to meet new people easily, it's in your nature, you devil you.
I must be honest, I don't miss you at all. Actually, I am happier with you not around. 
Even though we were so close, there was always a bit of self-righteousness that you carried with you 
which made me a bit uncomfortable, I must confess. But, I wish you the best wherever you are these days. 
Sometimes I think I see you but it's just that personality of yours that is so recognizable in people. 
Take care of yourself, mate. We'll always have those late night candles and poetry we shared. 

Cheers,
JohnnyG

Hour 3: Black and Blue

Black and blue

these are for you

the tried and true

will never do

 

black gets blacker

blue gets bluer

I stand where you were

but never been truer

 

a thousand shades of color

we still look for another

we want to call brother

we live on our only mother

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