24 Poems ~ 24 Hours
Hello….I haven’t been able to participate for the past few years but I’m looking forward to stretching my writing muscles once more. Boston is cool and rainy…perfect, moody writing weather. Looking forward to reading everyone’s work!
I can fly when I’m on my bike
spinning away uphill, downhill.
Running faster than light,
sweat dripping down my back.
Now, I ride through the preserve
everyday. Passing people wearing masks,
Couples holding hands,
skateboarders smoking weed and singing.
But the most wonderful is going downhill by the pond where the ducks flock.
The air smells sweet, and the wind fills my lungs
as I pedal faster than light.
sweat dripping,
heart pulpitating,
and oxygen gushing out at every breathe,
10k jog in under 10mins,
nah this feels like a sprint,
one whose destination is bitter,
never sweet,
wait, it is,
being fit,
i constantly rethink my life choices at 5k,
question my sanity at 8k,
think about stopping at 9k,
think of falling at 9.5k
the night is darkest before the sun rises,
(it’s just after 3am here)
but IRIZ WARRIRIZ
-Ropa
Watering plants when sunset is near
is a blissful activity in Summer
the fresh smell of soil
the cool breeze the evening brings
brushing past, the colors are a delight
too, You got green, bright and glowing
with red, pink and white of different flowers
all at the backdrop of orange sky
mingling with light and dark
Yes, watering plants when sunset is near
is a blissful activity in Summer.
By Sandy Lender
Even though lately you’ve been looking at storm clouds
I need to share with you a statement out loud
Reminding you there’s more than silver linings
That glimmer is the sun that’s back there shining
The raindrops you’ve been focused on
Make way for blooms and birdsong
Let me share
They’ve been there
All along
Mariposa breezes gently blowing
Swirl aside your gloomy gloaming
And let me spread a smile with you
Set alight a laugh or two
Remind you of the good and cheer
The bright, the light, the sight of cheer
When you put aside the clouds a while
When you shout aloud the good a while
Accentuate the positive
And see the right and good to give
That glimmer is the sun that’s shining
Reflecting off a silver lining
Poop in the toilet.
Poop in the training potty.
Poop on the bathroom floor.
Poop on the carpet.
Poop on the track of the sliding closet—
Slide, slide, slide until it is flattened like a penny on a train track.
Poop in our pants.
Poop in our pool.
Poop in the yard.
Poop in my fingernails.
Poop on my tattoo.
Poop in our shoes.
Poop,
poop,
poop.
Prompt 13, Hour 13
Line from Simon vs The Homo Sapiens Agenda
“Maybe I Want it to Be”
Maybe beneath the aged weeping willow,
boughs bending in supplication to earth
I will discover a sunken hideaway
It will be buried underneath gnarled roots
which grip black soil, like old friends clinging
to one another
A secret cavernous sanctuary
to burrow safe from disease with
complex veins of hope and magic
to filter life and breath
a fantastical child’s palace that fulfills all
want —
where no one weeps
Maybe I want it to be
Last line “Are there any questions?”
History is watching.
Question your humanity.
Any faith will do.
Your silence exposes you.
There is no silent, easy way through this.
Are you ready?
Belief and Technique for Modern Faerie Magick (List of Essentials)
“6. Be crazy dumbsaint of the mind” — Jack Kerouac
