24 Poems ~ 24 Hours
Oh Captain! My Captain!
Our frightened faces don the salty spray;
waves do roar in thunderous swells,
and threaten to end our voyage.
Neptune’s breath sends icy chills,
but stronger hearts prevail!
Triumph, we will!
Soon, we set sail once again,
when we hear the bells of war
the pleasant ladies kiss us adieu.
but my love! My heart! My heart!
Oh like a dagger to my heart
is parting from you.
On the waters I sail
home to you
lest illness or death take me.
Eucalyptus air
legs stretch out, sigh with nature
body-song lyric
Love in the wood
or more aptly, bark
Was this natural or…
did someone carve
love out of this log
for others to see.
She entered new, innocent to the freedom of being thy self. The need to fit in there. Timid, needing control. Trying her best to place anything into her perception of someone else’s warrior pose. But who really stands the highest in mountain pose?
Home to House
A place which was a hut, but lot of happiness
We ate together,
We drank together.
We could have we times
We could see each other
We could share everything
We were us.
House
A place which has become a palace
We ate differently
We drank without raising a toast
We dont see each other anymore
We dont talk much anymore
We are now just you and me
By Ajanta Judd All Rights Reserved – 5am 27/06/2020 Australian EST
Prompt 7: Write a poem titled Season of the (fill in the blank). Then fill in the blank could be a reference, it could be an actual season, it could be something abstract, or concrete, anything you want. The key is to write a poem that matches, or interacts with that title.
{Season of the Unrest}
We are disturbed
by uncertainty
by change
there is upheaval
a plague is ravaging the lands
fear is invading the small minds of beings
the race is threatened with scourge
reactions are varied and confronting
some turn to fight an unknown enemy
whilst others turn on themselves
they fight the system
they fight their brothers and sisters
fear and ignorance is rife
misaligned rights are demanded
leaders are struggling and inept
oppression invades the collective consciousness
the ancestors watch amused
such antics on this earthly plane
they nod wisely then
turn and continue their walk
through the season of unrest
e.e. cummings’ “a clown’s smirk in the skull of a babboon” with words in alphabetical order
a above absurd him abyss—
and aeronaut afternoon aim am an
and any archer as baboon balloon
beats became behold bird birdcage bliss
brighter but by can cease certain clown’s clumsily collar
collects coward cry dear death
did dirt dog doth down
earth eat empty erred every eyes face
fatal fell fire for
firmly fool
for forgotten gird gives glove god’s good green
groove had hands has have heard
Hell her him house humble
i image impression in increase
open into is June
having he kiss knees
lacking lady lease
life liked lips little
living looking love loved
many me meanwhile mirror
miss a month moon my most
no my never not now occurred of
on once one or perfect piece planets prayer
prove remembering resembles rose
shall shape shirt
shot skull slowly
small smallening smirk
so some something soon spoon
spy stalked stars stirred striking sun terrible
than that the thing this through thy tight to trick tune
turd twilight undead
until upon vastly very waiting
which
who whom whose with within without
wonderfully word world whom you
Karaoke (on video) is worth the screen time;
he’s up – Brittney on the scene.
Motivation thick, ready………………go.
Walking on the boardwalk (next to the waves in Long Beach, NY) is worth the sneaker wear;
he’s ahead of me – naturally.
Motivation thick, ready…………….go.
Marco Polo (in the lake at the mountain house) is worth the body freeze;
he’s up – Marco gonna get Polo, again.
Motivation thick, ready…………….go.
Walking down that aisle (with my parents at my side) is worth the glory;
he’s ahead of me – as we rehearsed.
Motivation thick, steady………….go.
Greetings
A van and a coupe
and even a bicycle
parking on the sidestreet
my eyes spinning like a groundless bicycle
I hear the first knock
and open the door
checking my apron
as my rather large foot, stumbles against the door
A smile and hug
and into my hand
a slimline bottle of Trius riesling
I give her a hand
in a matter of minutes
two more arrived
some with bowed offerings
’tis the season, it’s arrived
the last one is late, but only by five
apologetic, but I console
the invite is for five
but I’m not serving till five-forty-five; consoled
an epistolary poem
Mom-
I wish I had visited you more, then I couldn’t.
We were all told to quarantine (Dad too)-
told to stay home-go nowhere.
We never had a chance to say good bye
or even I love you.
Mysterious germs spreading
in even more mysterious ways.
You may have caught it from someone
who cared for you.
So sad, now you are gone.