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24 Poems ~ 24 Hours
I grew up in Southern Colorado's San Luis Valley, positioned between the beautiful San Juan Mountains to the west and the breath-taking Sangre De Christo Mountains to the east. I am currently living in Utah. I am a father of four amazing children. My wife and I have one child remaining at home with us. I am now, the proud grandpa of two beautiful granddaughters. The oldest calls me Papa. A name that is more endearing than any other. I enjoy late evening swims, reading books, gardening, painting with the assistance of computer technology (GIMP) and taking hikes in the Utah and Colorado mountains and foothills. And of course, I also enjoy writing poetry and sharing it with my friends and family. I have had my personal struggles in life and poetry has helped me come out victorious over them.
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Sitting down in our house can be—
Risky.
Kikuyu my mini pet triceratops likes nesting on—
Cushions.
You see, Kikuyu has superpowers, she is—
Invisible.
She is also magical and whoever she touches—
Shrinks.
She makes you small enough you can ride her to—
Everywhere.
She can take you anywhere because she can read—
minds.
All you have to do is think of a place and pow you’ve—
arrived.
If you are my friend I will ask Kukuyu to give you an—
imagination too.
Off the shores of Jötunheim,
There stands a mighty gate.
Portal to the wisdom well,
When the tide runs late.
You may someday ride your dreams
Upon an ocean’s wave.
Ride the Astrol Sleipnir
To Eye of Oden’s grave.
If you ever make it there,
Drink some mead for me.
Then, ask a question for a cure
For man’s stupidity.
I have to get these modules done,
Required by the district.
I only have four more to go,
and then I’ll rest more easily.
I’m learning how to do cool things,
Technology is great.
But pushing to the very end
The fun turns into hate.
I’m looking forward to some sleep,
I’m looking for some fun.
Time to rest and time to think,
To have more outdoor sun.
I’m going to get my work all done.
So poetry will be.
The only thing I think about.
I’ll write it all for me.
When sunlight hits, an atom flips.
Electrons jump about.
From shell to ever higher shell.
It really makes a sight.
These little spots of polka-dots.
Must borrow from the sun.
To have their day it works that way
Unless a sun; your one.
Mercury, and Venus,
Earth and even Mars.
Must get its light from the sun’s might.
To shine like they are stars.
Now learning this, I make a wish,
Upon their falling light.
Each second here, a star quite near,
Explodes and fades from sight.
Siphonophore Apolemia
Creature from the land down under.
A string of vibrant light.
Ringing outward like a puddle.
Shimmer to entice and plunder,
Food by your device.
Swaying gently in the current.
Long as long should be.
You might be a good deterrent.
Jumprope of the see.
No Saying Goodbye Twice
~willjxn~.
I calculate the time it takes
To reach into your mind.
I hear your song of loneliness,
Read on your face its line.
Where are the people we once— new,
Is Charity with you?
Have friends betrayed your innocence?
Well yes, I’m lonely too.
We walk together to the park
A stroll down memory lane.
We both admit the times not right,
We both might be insane
I see you’ve got the Eiffle tower,
It’s hanging on your keys.
I think it’s safe to speculate
You loved those bygone days.
Let’s say goodbye, Be on our way.
I give you some advice.
If you and I should meet again,
No saying goodbye twice.
The circle of time,
Is winding down
Smart phones take their place
No need for being smart.
.No need for counting fives.
on this morning walk
holding hands shows all the years
we’ve forgiven time
By Lift and Drag.
~willjxn~
Lifting off from Salt Lake City,
Thrown back in my seat.
Rising over Colorado.
The Rocky Mountains blink.
There are no signs that say,
Now leaving Kansas city,
“now entering “show me” state.
The borders blur.
The Mississippi snakes its way below me.
I know I am halfway there.
The rivers are much bigger,
The Mountains, much smaller.
The landing not so memorable.
The humidity, intense.
I walk into the airport.
I’m standing in the “First Flight” state.
My first flight for me.
The first flight,
for Orville and Wilber
On their Wright Flyer.
By lift and drag,
In the time it takes,
Utah, to home in Colorado,
I land in Charlette, North Carolina.