24 Poems ~ 24 Hours
Stupid is not a nice word.
It shouldn’t be used.
But I’ve got to know.
How could you have been so stupid?
We all make choices that don’t reflect very well on our best person.
But this takes the cake.
Stupid isn’t a very nice word-
But it is apropos in this situation.
Snow above the tires
and engine struggling
swerving to avoid
the moose
and whiteout
At the same time
at the end of the road
blood flowing
and the will struggling
swerving to avoid
the blackout
At the same time
at the fork in the road
No one saw this
but they all remember
me.
Philip V. Coombs 10-11pm
Sip.
Exchange casual glances.
Everyone here is a writer,
all with laptops taking chances.
Not quite like a library,
all well-read, but with dreams.
Small victories are hard to come by,
spelling my name right is a good start.
I wish I was smart,
everyone here is a writer.
Sip.
I should probably get started.
Exchange casual glances,
writer’s block setting in,
I have to get started.
It’s a struggle,
this writer’s life.
Coffee helps.
“Here is your coffee and change, sir”
Sip.
You and I Together
You and I together
working as a team.
Over rugged mountains,
across raging streams.
Working as a team
through dark valleys of despair.
Across raging streams,
life’s bridges we repair.
Through dark valleys of despair
our love light shines the way.
Life’s bridges we repair, so,
permanently they can stay.
Our love light shines the way, for
hopes and dreams, joys and triumphs.
So, permanently they cans stay, for
you and I together.
Scratching in the dirt
Fat strutting chickens
contentedly clucking song to self
room to roam, companionship of the clutch
sweet seeds, like mana from heaven, faithfully provided.
A simple peace. I breathe it in… deeply.
Seeing is believing is a very common thought
Your eyes don’t lie, do they?
Beauty is in the eye of the beholder
If you love someone, they look better to you
That would be too easy
A leap of faith comes from your heart
It is unseen but powerful
Embrace it
Enjoy the rain
under hidden stars
for the duration
that has an end
a year lingers
the unseen mmoon
Masked by rain
above
below
I still feel the pull
of Luna
the tug of will
teeth and fang
I howl at the emptiness beyond
I reached into my billfold
to pay cash for coffee, black,
and reminisced about the days
when cash was the only currency.
Or pen and ink …
typewriters,
record players.
I remember the smell
of the coal-burning furnace
in my childhood home
and the excitement of delivery day
with coal rumbling down into the coal bin.
Trains on the track
going past our house.
Card catalogs.
Encyclopedias.
The cashier hands me my change
not knowing about my memories.
Or caring.
two years or less
They told me
out of the blue
As she laid there
dying
In front of me
~
We slowly went home
through my tears
I held out my hand
rubbing against her cheek
While she purred for me
like the fighter she is
So we put on our gloves
starting our dance
Together
You are seen
Sprawling across my wall
Maybe just getting from point A to B
But you scare me
Why do you have 8 legs?
Out Out
But I’m not going to touch you
So reach for something else
And now you’re gone
Well played