24 Poems ~ 24 Hours
5-Minute Break
35 years together, quite a milestone
Kids and critters, good times and pain
Never a moment to rest and recharge
Go, go, go……..keep going; no time for breaks
The dust has settled now, kids are adults
Critters have come and gone and come again
First homes, second and third homes
The race is complete now
5-minute breaks at 23 North Market
Making up for time not lost but invested
Victory is ours
That rubber-soled squeak, screech
(meant tenacity, speed)
now highlights sharp discord
of my crumbling strength, echoing
from the loud tv.
Stupid Recipe Prompt
1/2 marathon poem #2
Take 1 stupid prompt.
Add a generous helping of overcomplicated rules.
Add approximately 500-1000 frustrated poets.
A dash of desperation.
Allow to boil over furiously for about an hour.
Ignore for 24 hours before tasting – mostly bitter.
No alarm you’re in harms way a million miles away
saw the time need a rhyme what can I say
App’s a mess so I guess I’ll try to log the laptop now
but the passwords’ failing the passwords fail me
my finger’s in the keychain- gotta get in my e-mail
the past words fail me my past words fail me
what to say when your out in the fray and I’m still here
said goodbye didn’t cry now you’re up in the sky
breathing air with careless strangers flying hope
to get your horde out of lockdown storage
but the passwords’ failing the passwords fail me
I’m locked out of your journey- pray N95 will save me
the past words fail me my past words fail me
what to say when your out by the Bay and I’m still here
1, A long walk, a meander, slowly from lust to love.
2, First light, drenching the morning in hope.
3, Wind dancing in tree tops to a song written in the stars
4, Sunrising above wild seas, bathing the morning in gold.
5, Spread all on earth, rest your body against its skin
breathe deeply in – out – in – out – in – out – in – out
Walking Ashore
Darkness, like Armageddon,
does not announce its birth.
You begin to see walls crumbling on you.
And there you are, swimming to nowhere
after being broken by nightmares.
Because every sound is a constellation
of scourges on your existence.
There’s something persuading you
to leave this place of woes:
ten thousand woes after an amen of blessing.
Is home not a haven of peace?
You remember we are parts of the same fig,
and stayed to feel the touch of winter with me.
You would call God if you knew him,
as you would a beggar roaming the streets,
as if he was the one in need of you.
I learnt there is an answer to prayers
even in God’s silence. You did not agree.
I do not blame you for saying the brick
life confines you is too large for one.
It is because you’ve forgotten you are broken,
perhaps, a bit – there are too many of you
to sing songs of hope until the stormy sea
parts for you to walk ashore
without your worries.
A handwritten letter
lies told to me
a tattoo
a promise
committed crime
published poem
true love
recording a song
performing a concert
saying a prayer
making a wish
a wish granted
family
death.
Dust
More fear this year.
News sites drone about
cloth masks and personal protection,
viral symptoms and death.
More gardens this year.
Social media posts about
patty pan squash and pests,
raised beds and healthy soil.
Ashes to ashes,
dust to dust.
Remember that you are dust and
to dust you shall return
Ingredients:
1. Commitment
2. Determination
3. Consistency
4. Action
5. Adjust
Directions:
Take your Commitment, add to that your Determination. Blend with Consistency. Add Action as needed, and Adjust as necessary.
I can venture out right now,
in sloppy hills of valleys
where every height gives fright.
The ups and down are sudden,
when I am on car of wooden.
I ride the car, getting millions of scars
to make memorable my drastic oldage
while I enjoy my venturous coverage.