The water is redact clean and does not mean
Happy we have some to redact and clean
Thousands of redact do not have any
Story of millions of people around the redact
Drinking redact water is grace
Many have died who redact not care
24 Poems ~ 24 Hours
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The water is redact clean and does not mean
Happy we have some to redact and clean
Thousands of redact do not have any
Story of millions of people around the redact
Drinking redact water is grace
Many have died who redact not care
Driving
is a pastime
for me and
do enjoy it
Reason
I would never
speed over
Zebra crossing
Or zebra cruising
as a friend
tend
always to say
Raised in a home without closets
Strange, that
That is why I do not have a closet
Strange, fact.
Raising kids in a home
without closets
They may hate
Closets.
TV remote commands attention of all
In a world
Millions are dying
for attention
That’s extraordinary.
TV remote is loved by all.
In a world
Love is
sparse
That’s extraordinary.
TV remote I would be
And become extraordinary.
What is love?
Living with a man who doesn’t care
Or a fat cat; or a dark dog
Is that love?
What is love?
Setting self afire
To prove love
Going on a bungee jump
Is that love?
What is love?
Euthanize
Suicide?
She recommended beetroot for my aches
And a jacket to ward off my cold
The tremor in my heart has not ceased
She leaned on my elbow for comfort
Cinnamon for my tea
Water in a bucket
Her Tesla in my carport
This is my bucket list
Bobbing my head and strike the keyboard
Writing a poem
I felt surreal
I got into the groove somehow
Eyes closed and mind opened
Struggling to write a poem
Well, it was a new experience
But it is worth it
Life has a surprise always
And you do not know its ways
Somehow, if you are open
You can find a way around the oven
I love it now
And somehow
This is it
I have been swaying to the beat
Life is not hard
It is the cow
that made it so
and you believe it so too
Sit back and wonder why
It is the cow
that made it so
and no one asked why it is so
Dazed at times
at the era when
life is not hard
and fore-generations lived happily
It is hard to pin down
now or anyhow
how those of yore lived when
life is not hard.
Peeped over the edge ants streamed along the streets like giant robots
Smoke covered the surface like a huge blanket
Dots festooned with light shined like shooting stars
Heads dashing in and out of the dots like monkeys
Neck craned;
I pulled back
Too close to the edge
Only see the end.
How a headless man arrived at a compound
of a palace was a puzzle the inspector had on its plate
associates pinned the headless figure on his shoulders.
He had an altercation with the dead ahead of the deed.
The police sealed the crime scene
to prevent another crime unseen.
A witness needs must come forth
with evidence of a crime seen.
The witness emerged
Suddenly without his head
two headless effigies
suspects at large
Who?