24 Poems ~ 24 Hours
Listen to the Animal within.
Protect your fellows feircely.
HEAR the stories of those who came before.
Seek the future with openness.
Be clever for your people.
Your intuition sees truth.
Strength is more powerful when wielded by love.
Be the guide: but follow the path.
… And your story will endure.
In the new cloud park,
the forest ranger pulls on his gumboots
and steps out into mist.
He’s accustomed to trees,
and he doesn’t know quite what to do
with the clouds in his care.
Yes, he lied to the park superintendent,
told him he had experience in skyscaping.
The superintendent believed
because he wanted to.
Skyscapers are in demand, now,
in this wet, rainy climate.
Forest rangers, not so much
with so many of the forests gone.
He wasn’t sure he could take one more season
in the fire belt. He’ll learn how
to sculpt the clouds so people on the ground,
and in penthouse apartments can look up
See something besides the constant rain.
It’s either too much or not enough,
floods or fire. Clouds
are a tourist attraction now,
attracting visitors from the dry zones.
Some enterprising real estate agents
have been renting out balconies
in the clouds.
With a shovel, he beats the mist into a froth,
and with a custom made spatula, forms the high cloud,
spreads it like fondant. Briefly, the sun breaks through
making the frosting of his cloud cake pink
It’s a quick show, before the bottom falls out
and the rain begins again.
Good work, the superintendent says.
You might as well go home now. It will rain
until morning. The hours are erratic,
but at least it’s a job. He changes into street waders,
slides down the tube, and goes home.
The smell of fresh sourdough greets him at the door.
While he eats his bread and soup, he dreams of designs.
It can’t be cake every day. He thinks of an old movie,
wonders how hard it would be to make a cloud Godzilla.
Would the folks below even know who it was?
Blocked by the skyscraper
A sunset spreads its waning light
upon periwinkle clouds
as the heartbeat of the city slows
In Idaho, some twenty-years ago, I chanced upon a moldy, old high school beau,
A forest ranger in rubber gumboots with forty-something, middle-aged spread
(Acknowledging old girl friends from more than a while ago engenders dread)
with yellow hair graying, and eyes no longer that exact shade of periwinkle blue.
For time does cloud the vision of old flames, for I’m surely likewise not the same.
His heart didn’t skip a beat; he didn’t hear me call his name and sounded retreat.
The year’s favorite time,
When happiness seems to shine…
Shorter are the days, lengthier the nights,
For celebrations to prolong, along, carols and rhymes…
Lightened up are the streets, buildings and shrines,
For merriness mixes with blood, running to and fro the spines…
Along the freezing ice from the sky,
Adding the warmth, lifting the spirits even a notch high…
Besides food for the thought, the delicacies delighted,
Not just satisfying the body, but even to soul to get enlighted…
All the smile spreading gifts, adding preaching to teach,
Festival spirits to spread to each and everyone’s reach…
Not just marking of a beginning,
But celebrating the successful ending…
Taking experience from the learning’s of past,
Leading optimistic goals for the future’s vast…
I thought my ‘soulmate’
would fit me like a puzzle piece
a perfect fit
the yin to my yang
bread to my cheese
until you entered and proved
that soulmates don’t exist.
You didn’t fit into my flaws
you weren’t the half I was looking for.
You strutted in with your smile
and your gentle heart
put on your overalls and got to work.
Held up a mirror large enough
for me to see,
that I didn’t need someone to complete me.
I was whole with all my chips and cracks
I wasn’t a puzzle but a fascinating story.
It is true,
two halves do make a one
but when two wholes come together
it is magic.
be everything you always have and don’t let anyone tell you you’re not
Dear church;
I have so many questions
so many things to find out
that someone needs to answer
Why do you love on me
so much?
Haven’t you been paying
attention to what I’ve done?
I’ve tried to get it right
time and again I’ve tried
but I can’t seem to
no matter what
Yet- you’re there
Its like everytime
I need someone
you’re there
It might not be the
person I want but
rather, the one I need
I can’t fathom
your love for me
it’s like i have other sets of
parents
grandparents
siblings
that I’m not actually
related to
you were there
through some of the hardest
times that I’ve ever
had to go through
yet you never complained
and I don’t get it.
Why?
can you tell me please?
I’m grateful for you
truly grateful
without you
I might have died
and left this world
a colder place.
So in closing,
I just wanted to say
thank you
for being you.
Love, Me
dance in the neon stars
electro pop the planets
disco ballealis lights
bulky asteroid belts
do the solstice shuffle
take it back like retrograde
get eccentric on that ecliptic floor
it’s the lightyear of your life, baby
join the space dance revolution!
Don’t let them see you coming
Make sure to appear suddenly like a mist arising from dawn
Don’t let them see you coming
Lest the naysayers who are always adept at saying no, say the usual, nay
Don’t let them see you coming
Be a lil’ crazy, do the very unusual
Be here and there but never still
Don’t let them see you coming
Land with the suddenness of a tornado with all its effects
Set those bottled up thoughts, free
Don’t let them see you coming, homegirl