24 Poems ~ 24 Hours
Mitch Brown
Hr 11
Word salad
The cloud floats over a periwinkle sky
The birds thread the needle as they pass by
The old man feeds them sourdough
Although the forest ranger says no
Their wings they beat and up they soar
And pass the great skyscraper door
i wish i was a ranger of the forest
listening to the crunch of fall leaves
under my beat~up old gumboots
as i peruse the woods in the crisp air
under a fluffy sky full of clouds
surrounded by a symphony of color
marching and munching
on my homemade sourdough
embezzled on soul
a number burns mother’s, charring it-
A diamond history spoken.
* (Hajar churashir ma)1084’s mother is a Bengali novel by Mahasweta Devi.
The Forest Ranger glanced skyward
as a bird caught his eye.
It flew up past the clouds
in a periwinkle sky.
It landed atop a skyscraper of a tree.
And then it spread out and
started beating its wings.
Morning Rose
Be my morning rose
Be the beauty I behold
First thing in the morning
Grace my life with your presence
Be my morning rose
Explore,
The man loves to explore,
The young man
The time is tough
The journey is rough
The man never gives up
He finds new hope
He sees new perspective
The world support him
He loves it, he loves every part of his journey
He teaches us faith
He teaches us hope
He teaches us perseverance
He explores, He inspires.
As a periwinkle sky provided background,
For a storm cloud to gather its strength,
And spread warning before the thunder and lightning would start,
The Forest Ranger checked her dashboard clock.
Tonight, her lifetime career would be crowned —
Praised for its unblemished length.
Easily given, since it owned her heart.
Nature had called her to a beat, down on the dock.
By Nancy Ann Smith
Back to the drawing board
failed again
there’s always something
that does me in.
Do over they say
but sugar, it may
be a grave one day
no more trying today.
But go back I must
begin anew, trust
that trying again
won’t be the end –
a beginning?
Erase the old ways
forget the bad days
remember the time
of delicious and healthy
and getting sleep early.
I must throw bad habits
into trash baskets
be kinder to all
let jealously fall
into pieces.
Back to the drawing board, says I
a new plan I shall try
and just keep re-writing
‘til success is the thing
and I find my wings.
– Sandra Johnson, 6/26/21
I never thought I would be here today.
struggling to make my way when I can hear my destiny call.
Somehow it knows my name and where all my dreams can be found, mangled together like a whirlwind of sound.
It is a place of knowledge and peace, but the lion’s mouth is open wide
ready to swallow me whole as I grab for my life.
It’s only as true as I want it to be.
Finding the true path to real joy and peace.