Sleep

waking up for routine of the day doing all jobs and all necessary matters to accomplish everything reaching into its peaking point feeling tired and weary an invitation to slumber a bed so inviting a sleeper weary and tired entered to sleep mode fast asleep…

The sleeping waking dream

For my parents. Jeannie Workman McMaster: 1920-1994 William Robert McMaster: 1918-1995 Poem 24!!! They died. But I remained. I walked the land they worked. Remembering the lives we led: All gone? I found them in the soil, the sky: Alive, each season’s turn. I blossom…

OUR FLAG

HOUR TWENTY THREE POEM #23 24 HOUR POEM MARATHON OUR FLAG Stars and stripes forever, Our enemies never. A background of blue, Stars always in view. May it fly high, Touching the sky. Sing loud and clear, Give America cheer. America strong and great, Flying…

Dig Deep

You know it’s there Look, search, find Dig, dig deeper Go within Unearth the impossible Go on, Dig Deep!

Scars – 24/24

I took down the for rent sign My scars are no longer for sale I use them as a ladder for when I visit hell   @ angel rosen   Such a bad poem. I tried. So tired.

FINAL POEM!!!! *O*

What do you say at the end of the day, When the day’s work is done, but there’s no room for fun? Birdsong is dying down, while the sun sets on this small town. The day workers are heading home, telling their families of progress…

Pick-Me-Up

Addicted to the 1st time Mind has since been blown Feening for a new high Cause life feels too low Stress over what is Pain from the past A temporary numbing Won’t last but I need it fast Madness has taken it’s course Spiraling out…

Hour 24: Elope

Kiss me now And kiss me quick Before my father sees I love you dearly But he clearly Disagrees Speak your love And speak it fast Before your mother hears I have guessed I manifest Her fears Say ‘I do’ And say it soon Before…

(Hour 23) 8.30-9.30pm — #3 “Cup of Tea”

The sestina isn’t complete, so this placeholder will have to suffice. #3 goodness me dearie me monkey on the tree & one little flea  you and me debbie mcgee one more cup of tea & i’m free (nearly)  & finally — the last for today, #37.