24 Poems ~ 24 Hours
bangs and sunflowers
old worn-down paperbacks and ice-teas
itchy summer unrest in the shade
out into the sun:
now screaming and running and reverting back to the womb
and eating it up and embracing her
and falling back into the sunflower kingdom
holy matramony among ants
it was a june marriage
divorce came in october when she moved away for college
The Covid 19 Bop
How long will it take
before I can drink
a cold one at a bar
or dine out
with family
and friends?
How long will it take?
I have worn my mask,
stayed six feet apart
from loved ones,
cleaned groceries
with Clorox wipes,
and washed my hands
until they have bled…
for months now.
How long will it take
for science to lead
for data to dictate
for politics to follow
for distances to shrink
for bandannas to disperse
for Change to take place?
How long will it take?
Al Qur’an
You are my lawyer
When am in trouble.
You are the best friend ever,
That talks in parable.
I can only cry on your laps,
Because you are like my mother.
When I recite Ikhlas three times,
You give me peace in my sleep forever.
Al Qur’an
You are my only source
of wealth.
And the only communication device
To Al- Waarith.
You are my only source
of knowledge.
My google,
And my Facebook that connects me
to other believers.
Al-Qur’an
You are
And you will be
My Amazon
Since I will have to read you
Before I can understand
That . . . Is what I call trading.
beyond the door
there’s someone at my door
something strange at my door
who shouldn’t be at my door
& the people who should be
are likely never coming back
through that door ever again
i wish i was brave enough to go through
whatever is at my door
i’m pretty sure
is not any kind of human
it might be robot
AI of a basic kind
but not a very kind kind
if what I saw it do
through the door is typical
i wish i was brave enough to go through
i don’t know if they’re scanning
using heat sensors or x-rays
or infrared or UV
all i know is it’s just one door
between them & me
& it’s not enough to keep out the dust
i wish i was brave enough
to go through
(A haiku is a three line poem with the syllable count 5/7/5.)
“Poem a la Hurry”
Ingredients:
1. 4 Cups creativity, sifted
2. 2 medium cups of coffee
3. 3 parts Inner Critic, diced
4. 1 Wall Clock, promptly ticking
5. Several Birds, chirping
Instructions:
Pour Creativity into a large mixing bowl.
Gently stir in the Diced Inner Critic.
When well mixed, slowly blend in the coffee until consistency
is even.
The inner critic may form lumps, be sure to keep stirring, so
the Creativity can dissolve them.
Add in the Ticking Clock, constantly.
Add in the Bird Chirps. They have always been there, remember to notice when they slow down.
Mix all until blended, let sit for 5 minutes, then serve.
They tell you we are the future of tomorrow but what does tomorrow hold for us seeing our the present is a mess
They tell you to build and improve on your father’s legacy but there’s nothing to improve we need to start afresh from the roots
The root of the problem call it corruption, call it egocentrism anyone you feel like it all comes to one thing how heart and mind everyone cares for themselves and not about building a nation whereby even the least person can have a say or at least afford three square meals a day
Mother nature looks at us with tears in our eyes as how much we hate ourselves and also ruin the planet
We kill beautiful animals and when they are about to get extinct we start looking for a way to stop it, it’s always said that prevention is better than cure
But our hearts have become hard and won’t break or yield to the pleas and the warnings of the news
Seeing the statistics we call it all bunch of lies and just mere figures not knowing they are people trying to save earth and our lives but we keep pollution and endangering species calling them nothing other than food
It’s a pandemic they call corona but the pleas of social distancing has fallen on deaf ears as some make mockery of it saying that it’s all a sham and they are toying with us
We are behaving like Caesar allowing our wisdom (foolishness) to be consumed with confidence
I hope it won’t be too late as we say had i known before we act
So, here’s the deal
After 3 months of shutdown
staying at home
and centuries of civil unrest
that erupted during covid
Our family has a picnic
Connections can happen no matter the distance.
People alone and lonely
tired of their own company
whining about their hair
and their dog’s hair
Mournful protests
of unrequited peace
Afraid to look inside
at what is important
Connections can happen no matter the distance
With a jerky start
and lots of arguments
we emerge trying to unite
we hear of more cases
In a distant place
and hope we are doing it right
Connections can happen no matter the distance
A virus that kills;
Scary as hell…
For most people, at least.
Am I scared?
No, not really!
What? Me Scared?
I never leave the apartment!
Where will I get it?
Oh, I want to go out…
Not with no money, though.
And that is my lot, lately.
Abject poverty is my way;
And other things depress me more.
My mother is on her death bed.
What? Me Scared?
I want to enjoy any time I go out.
Not possible if one cannot buy…
Or sell, or eat or enjoy.
Scared of losing interest, fun, youth;
Yes, a bit.
When will life be better, again?
What? Me Scared?
I traveled through the phases of the moon just to be with you
Sorted myself through the stars and the zodiacs as Orion tried to trap me with his belt
And Scorpio does what it must as it thrusted its stinger at my heart
Cupid wanted no part in this
He turned with his wings and flew beyond the Celestial bliss
I wrangled Taurus down to the asterism of the big dipper and we both drowned our sorrows there
Like all things, this infuriated Aries
He rammed his head into my body and pushed me out of my melancholy
The apathetic Libra just laughed
While the conjoined twins of drama and comedy pulled me apart
and flung pieces of me to the limb
The gentle maiden of the Equinox gathered my remains
and sewn me back together using her grains
Aquarius and Pieces stood by and shooed the crab and lion away from my still life
While a sure-footed goat with a fish tail opened my eyes
Bailey’s Beads was but a touch nearby
Where our love and embraces became lies
I thought to wrong some rights and set my sights to go
and braced myself upon the archer’s arrow as he pulled back his bow
I traveled through the constellations for me
In that century, I knew of physical pain
But there was far more torture when your love pulled away
Star-crossed lovers, binary as we could be
Now each of us plummeting in our own galaxies