24 Poems ~ 24 Hours
Esperanza is a pretty girl
with big brown eyes, silky black hair,
low self esteem but a body to kill for.
She is after rich men,
but they will only use her.
She does not realize her potential,
her mama told her to hook a spouse
and then have a lot of kids and you’ll be free.
But she is already starting to hate being a woman.
I
Don’t need
Your presents
Just your
Presence
that hour is upon me now
I stayed true to myself
almost finished with final words
what an amazing time it was
this cannot be taken from me
I showed my work and maybe some ability
I’ll just wait and see
but I can say I did the dang thing
what an exhilarating experience
to me none of them are meaningless
everything has meaning even the smallest thing
and that’s what it’s all about right
and so I take my leave for now
pen and paper in hand with pride
I bid thee all farewell and goodnight
that hour is upon me now
Of all the things
That I could ask
A gift from you
My sweet lass
Your heart
A kiss
Eternal bliss
You at my side
My wife
My life
I owe to thee
Happiness undying
My Joanie Lee
Your innate ability to perceive tomorrow and clearly predict it
So that friends and family are guided and led aright
Often times this has led you to the summit
It is a gift.
Once, you have averted a plane crash that would have erased entire family
Another time, a two-storey building would have been razed to the ground
And lives and property would not have been found
It is a gift.
Even, if friends had poohpoohed your gift
The day you provided them with a lift
By predicting exact examinations questions cannot be forgotten
That, too, is a gift.
Missing my cat
quizzical and excited.
She had a fierce style
attitude for days
When she purred I felt happy
” I ‘ve secured you to myself. Your father shaked hand.
I am going to defend our blessing widespread land.
Wait for me, dear! Do feelings need more words?
Guard yourself and cut the heads of jackals with a sword,
sniffing around in the search of easy-caught victim…”
“To wait? How long? My unease can reach its extreme…”
“Look, count, how time passes quickly: 2 years…
May we imagine it just as 24 hours?”
Beth A. Fleisher
Hour 24
Prompt 24: Write a poem about a gift, real or imagined, fantastical or boring.
The Honor Gift
I read the note on the Manila envelope,
Smiling at what he wrote.
Baffled by the thickness of the package,
I carefully opened it — and sighed in awe.
Inside were stacks of his CD’s.
The two we made together,
Some from his early days,
Some new music I hadn’t heard yet.
And at the bottom of all of that,
The book.
I had wanted that book for years,
But other things had been priority.
Now, he had gifted it to me.
Honored me, with all of it.
Moon of the Dawn
As the skies turn light
The half moon says its last goodbye
But my moon’s here with me
Deprived of sleep,
poems I must create.
This damned vigil I will keep!
Deprived of sleep,
there’s no need to count sheep!
The pressure is just too great!
Deprived of sleep,
poems I must create!