24 Poems ~ 24 Hours
Recipe for Anarchy
Mix 1 and 2 in a bowl and let them develop during adolescence. Add 3 and 4 to taste, source from abusive authority figures. Grate in lots of 5, as it binds the other ingredients together. Wrap and store at high temperatures. Ideal for street consumption.
I was nothing
But a particle of matter, living ordinary!
A lady grabbed me to heaven
And poured a something like love
That agitated me to revolve around my existence
Today I am better version and fruitful for others
I wish, I could have hundreds of lives
For ignition of same selfless passion
For some, that lady is mother
Daughter or friend as a pother
I luckily met with the woman of my choice
Who is Everything, I love you my wife
Start with untangling your hair,
Let them fly,
Running along the wind,
As it touches your face,
Add the main ingredient, Freedom.
Free Yourself,
From the thoughts that make you frown,
From what others might think of you,
From the gaze of strangers.
Add in some sass,
Not too much,
Just to fire it up,
Now add lots of you,
Yes You,
The one which hides behind the closet doors,
The one which thinks about her less,
Let her be free.
Stir it up with confidence,
Let it simmer a little,
Remember to not add anyone’s company,
This time just you with you,
Remember to break all the rules,
Embark on your own journey,
Time to switch off,
From all the worries…
You’ll need to make sure
all your ingredients
are at the ready
You’ll need
1 healthy dose of anger
(fresh, not packaged due to
limited shelf life)
1 jar of openness
(open and let breathe)
Unlimited supply of WTFs
(fresh, as opposed to
pre-packaged
no added ingredients
no preservatives
fresh indignancy adds
honest flavor)
Multiple calls to action
(don’t skimp, you cannot
over-season change)
Mix all the ingredients together
in large vessel
one-at-a-time
slowly, deliberately
stirring continuously
cook over a low flame
(don’t burn out)
simmer until desired
readiness and consistency
spoon out to all comers
*Recipe may be doubled
or tripled as needed.
Serves unlimited amounts
fresh, homemade
justice for all.
– Mark L. Lucker
© 2020
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unprecedented
there is no recipe for this
no steps to follow one upon the next
but feel your way in the dark
reaching out along the dim passage
uncertain if the floor itself will hold
or what creature will appear next
to torment you
if I had words to give you
instructive, enlightening
words to lift your spirit
doubtless, I would share them
but no
in this
you are alone
just, keep going
I never was one for following recipes,
prefer, instead, the adventure
of trial and error.
Black love.
I will not understand your pain
Until you feel my rage in its entirety.
I will not empathize with every death that leaves me just a little more dead
Like starting with numbness—fingers with needles in the tips
Like a blackened lung that will no longer process breath
Like the my fourth toe on my right foot hardening and falling off
Like my left shin (grey on the side) faded and deceased like frost-bitten flesh
Like no nipples left from malignant ravaging
Like three locs of my hair falling out randomly—but not
Like a kidney pounded and destroyed by blood desperately running from stress
Like a vagina sewn tightly with straw and rock
Like my back covered in scales, dark and dry and lifeless
Like fat smothering a heart that is ready to stop breaking
Ready to stop breaking.
This is a lie. I feel your pain because it is my pain inside of your body.
But you will never feel my rage.
You don’t believe it’s real.
Recipe for a Relationship
Ingredients
1 whole person
1 tender heart
a generous supply of time
1/4 C of empathy
1/4 C of compassion
Find one solid human being who is interesting and arouses something in you when you see them. Add one tender heart which will be good for most things, helping, cheering you on, wrapping arms around you as needed, etc. Add in a generous amount of time. You will need an ample amount to discover all the little things you need to know in order to make this mix work. Stir in your 1/4 cup of empathy. Are they able to put themselves in your shoes and you likewise with them? Now, lastly, add your compassion. It should make your mix pliable, able to bend and move easily. If mix is still a little stiff, add a few drops of tears from experiences from both of your pasts. Mix all together and bake slow and well. The relationship may be served hot or cold, either way you may make it a delicious treat.
From small seed, they were planted,
these sunflowers in a row.
My first year at trying them,
to see if they would grow.
Mighty sprouts unfurled through the soil,
Seeking the sun so bright.
Watching them grow taller each day,
it’s such an amazing delight.
They are tower over me now,
Well over five feet five in the air.
The blooms begin to open,
Bringing smiles to those walking by.
Watching for the seeds to form,
To feed the birds the flutter near.
To save a few seeds for myself,
For planting future cheer.