24 Poems ~ 24 Hours
Without
Can I capture a black hole
before that which it has swallowed?
Can I capture nothing
before having the world between my teeth?
And if I have not done so,
why must I feel this absence?
I thought we only knew a word
by its antonym–
only know darkness for the light,
cliches for original thought.
Yet I feel this loneliness
without knowing the kinder twin.
Would I be so bold to name it love?
No.
Rather, laughter, or comfort, or you.
Reading your poems
All over again is what I cherish
Spoken from the heart, hits the right emotion
I see you through them for I know you love words
I do not see your rhyming verses often
But I love the treasure I have
I am blessed to have kept them through
For they are etched in my heart forever.
This requires more thinking
“The floor is lava”, the band plays, la da da da, all the local artists fill the dance floor. It’s exploding with creativity. The final song from star and Micey. The view of genuine inspiration floods the girl at the concert writing this poem. The poets third time to enjoy this band live. And neither times were they planned.they say the Third time is a charm. Meant to be melodies and random adventures that lead to the views every poet longs for. Oh the gratitude of being in my hometown. A place I belong. Cheers to Memphis, TN. #901 day
Swinging at the retirement village
Writing Jenean all the way out of the will
Saying ‘I never cared for them’ about so many
Riding the motorized carts
Getting the cane with the wolf face on it
snarling and with pearly eyes
Showing old tattoo with the titties on it to grandson
gotten while in the Navy, nearly died from infection
one-upping the Iraq youngins with war stories
Two words: USS Indianapolis
the only reason you don’t believe they were there
Is that you’re just absolutely godless and liberal
driving extra slowly in the fast lane
church hat collection filling a whole closet
farting whenever and wherever
‘forgetting’ about the bills
and the 18th great grandchild
borne by Janice, who couldn’t wait
who is definitely her mother’s child
not theirs.
Before popping off,
I just thought you deserved to know
you’re the best thing i could have ever done.
It’s been indescribable being
with you.
Now it’s time to part ways & see where it leads.
It’s no one’s fault, really;
things just grow apart no matter how
much you want them to remain conjoined.
But just know when all is said & done,
you’ll be here
again
by my side
& that’ll be all she wrote.
No more sorrow,
pity,
hatred,
adversity,
inquity,
just the two of us
floating in a world of catharsis.
I used to run these halls naked as a baby, as my mom chased me with a towel
I used to force my dad into tea parties, pretending to sound fancy through vowels
I used to sleep on my bed, sweet dreams almost every night
I used to live in a home before it turned red and then white
It’s been years, I live in a home of new
It’s been years yet I still go back to where my nightmares grew
For the home is now a house of old
A burned thing where my childhood was told
That night went it burst to flames
And I sit by the construction of a bought memory, remembering my silly games
For this house was a home full of stone set names
(untitled graffiti)
One within the flow
As if my own fingerprints
Were to leave secrets
Of where to leave spaces in
Between alphabet chaos
Though I run with crews
My loyalty is to the
Reason we do this
We all carry unique tools
Elevation is dolo
Never for rep
Shake the cans, shaking loose doubts
Society’s walls
Become reflective
Of what really got us here
Coded ancestral
Storytelling by all means
Undo narratives
Left over for left behind
And building a new cannon
Darting and fragile,
When you finally settle,
And rest on the branch,
The flowers are twice your size,
Rest easy, sweet hummingbird.
Sitting on a barrier made of concrete.
Scrolling on his phone, no one on the street.
The phone his only friend, he looks at it by the hour.
Loneliness invades and makes his life so sour.