24 Poems ~ 24 Hours
I’m not drunk, but the room is spinning
I’m not drunk, I just think you’re pretty
I’m not drunk, I just need some sleep
I’m not drunk, but let me just tell you you look great
I’m not drunk, I just want to kiss you
I’m not drunk, let’s just dance a little
I’m not drunk, but we should make out
We’re rolling down the windows tonight, moon shining bright, everything’s gonna be alright, cage the elephant said “something don’t feel right, I’m tuning out the music to tune into me, a poem from within can be so hard to see. The depth of my art, comes apart, in pieces of my heart. The fragments are perfectly in place, an abstract face, with eyes that see through kaleidoscope lace.
I’m taking a walk.
I’ve got it all planned
Up the street
and over to Jan’s.
If she’ll walk with me,
we’ll go pick up Pete
if he is not asleep.
We will walk to the hill
the one over by Bill’s.
We’ll lay down on the ground
and look up at the sky
and watch the full moon
start slipping on by.
The walk wasn’t long
and we all made it back
to our homes and our beds
and our tiny night snacks.
Old Senator Roundtree
Today we lost a giant sequoia of a man in the Senate.
Senator Thomas Roundtree lost his heroic fight with cancer.
He had served our state for the last 43 years,
a pillar of democratic ideals and an all around
good friend to the working class.
Like his father before him, he never met a voter
he didn’t like. His wife of 51 years Molly Sever Roundtree
told our Hank Brown that while the last 6 years
had been quiet, the cancer suddenly flared again last month,
and caught their family unaware. Doctors could do little.
The Roundtrees are survived by their three children,
Anthony, John and Martha Ann Roundtree Clinton.
The children have established a fund in their father’s name
that will provide saplings and volunteer planters in the area
of the devastating Holbein Fire that blackened 1200 acres in April.
Senator Roundtree would have liked that. He was never one
to miss a gathering that would help to end global warning. He
will be cremated, and a memorial service will be held
in early October. Silent prayers will be held daily for
one minute at noon to help citizens and colleagues
reflect on his impact and how much his good heart will be missed.
“Dear John”
I write these words
to tell you
I love you
the scars
that you left
pages burned
nothing left, but ash
casted out
to call my power back
to me
I write these words
as they, set me free
❤ always
Me
If you have enough love
And your heart is true to one
You can be bound to each other
Always together, living as one
If you have enough
If you have enough love
If your heart is true to one
And you have enough love
You will be bound together
Always living as one
If you have enough love
If you have enough
Turn left as soon as you can
Look for the broken caution sign
Tossed aside by the side of the road
When you reach the defaced stop sign
Keep going until you see
The traffic light
Hanging precariously
Stuck on red
Ignore it and
Ease on across looking both ways
When you arrive you’ll find
A doorway without a welcome mat
For stomping off the mud and dust
of what is right
Enter the house leaning left
Stop when you hear my rapier wit
welcoming you
carefully approach until I sheathe my weapons
Be at home then in this space
I’ve made my own.
The blue of the sky
Matching the blue of the wall
The mood seems to be blue too?
Saved by the others probably, Because like the sky,
The wall is a myriad of colors too!
It stays ‘Stay Funky’
Is it the sky’s message to the wall?
Is the wall saying it to the sky?
Are both of them teaching it to us?
It’s universal anyway
So let’s embrace it
And keep all the colours of our personality alive !
In response to image prompt number 16