24 Poems ~ 24 Hours
You said you liked to text, asked he.
And smirked, do you ever emoji?
I look at him with scorn.
Such poor wit, such corn!
Emojis are fine enough, I proclaimed.
But they are still so limited, I declaimed.
There’s never enough of them distinctly,
To capture my thoughts succinctly.
© 2020 S Phua
Thank you, Father, for this day.
Thank you that you knew of this time long before.
Thank you that you are not surprised but remain in control.
Thank you for your forgiveness, that you will always love me.
Thank you, Father, for your plan for my life.
Thank you for your protection of my family and me.
Thank you for my home and my dog.
Thank you for your guidance in every day and every way.
Thank you Lord, for all.
Every day, at the witching hour
I do this chore expected
not by anyone but me
and my doctor if left uncorrected.
I spend my last vestige of energy
doing leg lifts.
Up, down, in and out,
In a loop, day in and out..
Leg lifts are safe for me.
With an injured back and
a pool that’s closed, it’s leg lifts for me.
Every day at the witching hour.
The Guide to Making Up
a smile, lips curving
around gritted teeth.
Make sure the liner
stays within your lips
and doesn’t bleed, doesn’t
show him what’s real.
Cock your head and smile.
Bat your eyes and say,
“You coming?” Grin.
you, watch him turn the wheel
as he finds your spot.
No streetlights, no cameras,
a few empty cars
around so you don’t
look too suspicious.
as he breathes in deep
and exhales your soul,
plasters it against
your pale clammy skin.
your heart from pumping.
Stop it before
It aches, grows weary
with reality.
is for the best.
Whoever said happy
wife, happy life was dead
wrong. They never knew
what it’s like to be
that wife, putting
make-up on to hide
the tears that stream.
24 poems “The Dinner Party”
Potage Parmentier
The Pratsch Rose
Was passed around
To invoke the gentle potage
As in the kitchen, I danced around
I asked for a consensus
Hot or cold I inquired, a decision tricky
Five for hot, three for cold
That made it tricky
But fortunately it was already cool
So the warming was fast
As I hopped to the table
To this festive unfast
Popular comments
Many pertaining to the piquancy
that forgotten taste of parsnip
As I said “Cheers” with such piquancy
Our journey to France was a win
The herbal blends its notoriety
The final slurps from the bowl
Guaranteeing notoriety
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How idyllic, says he.
What else can you tell me?
For in all honesty,
Full disclosure is key.
It was a Channel crossing,
From Dover to Calais,
The sea was rough and rousing,
And walking was like dancing a ballet.
I had no sea legs, I was reeling,
My wits and breakfast were all asunder,
To the loo I went a-heaving,
Old Davy Jones had his plunder.
I never felt this way before, nor since.
For I have a strong constitution.
And little makes me wince,
Nor stir my noble disposition.
© 2020 S Phua
We are light and dark.
We are trapped in between
and
Yet my country still stretches from sea to sea,
the rocket’s red glare gleams for you and I,
the pledge is to the united states
for all
and
“this is where I am.”*
An American Marriage by Tayari Jones
Tiger
Tiger! Tiger! burning bright
In the forest of the night
What immortal hand or eye
Could frame thy fearful symmetry
Hour 8
@varenyas
Cool breeze in my face,
On a green meadow at dusk,
And all is quiet.
© 2020 S Phua