24 Poems ~ 24 Hours
Eye of the tiger
nose of the elephant;
the whole thing is just a circus,
and I the 17th clown out of the car
with pockets full of balloons in wait
and shoes too big to crawl out of the looking glass
you threw me through
when the show began 24 hours ago
only to close now,
though surely not forever more.
But no more now.
Show’s over.
Sleep calls.
any louder and I’ll never
get there.
So there you go,
and I go.
The end.
Like a bat out of hell!
Father
Father
You taught me how to throw a spiral football.
How to play tennis, and golf, and so many other sports I can hardly keep count.
When it came to tennis you are always willing to play.
I wish I understood football more, not soccer so much, my younger brother taught me that.
I wish we were closer now that you moved.
You and mom are as far away as you can be, but thanks to technology we can talk and video chat when you are free.
You’ve read so many books that I envied your tenacity lovingly.
“The Prophet” by Kahlil Gibran, Historic novels by James Michener, even “The Hobbit” …
One day I’ll get to them all…or at least a few.
In the meantime I’ll take up a basketball game when my body heals and celebrate the Raptors winning the championship…
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It’s the pinnacle, the ultimate moment
The jukebox is playing all the hits
We’ve left our troubles on the red planet
Our pain and suffering is all but gone
You and I have been numb for too long
They could build a solid concrete wall
A wall supported by foundations, steel
But nothing could dampen our spirits
Yes, we’re unfamiliar and perplexing
But our material bodies are fading
The creatures outside have restrained us
But we, too, have been preparing to fly
So, yes, it’s happening now, ready?
Tie your shoes and set the Twinkie down
You, me, and the dog will transcend today
Inspired by Don’t Stop Me Now by Queen
//Prompt 30 – Hour 24 – write a poem with the title of a 70’s or 80’s – pop rock anthem//
They are “Staying Alive”….
Good Luck! to the Brilliant Coral Reefs…
Hats Off! to the Sacred Ibis Birds…
Kudos! to the Ethereal Corspe Flowers…
Cheers! to the Majestic Amur Leopards…
Bravo! to the Lonely NZ Baylisiana Trees…
Buck Up! to the Atlantic North Whales…
God Bless! … The Innumerable Endangered Species…
Of the Living and Non-Living World…
Nearing Extinction are some more Amazing Elements like – Zinc, Arsenic, Silver, Diamonds and Gold…
Against all Odds – Pollution, Deforestation, Erosion, Encroachment, Poaching, Over-Fishing, Desertification, Tourism, Concretization, Natural and Manmade Disasters…
They are “Staying Alive” …
(Only if we help in Sustaining, Protecting these Endangered Species and Elements…)
Nature is my home,
My temple and my Soul
I am born here,
Sent from far Space
Searching for Love
Everywhere in the Cosmos
Only to find it when
I stop, stay still and
Almost sleep
Then I can clearly feel it
Beating in all my cells
And being in Joy exploding
Love is so much more than I could ever understand.
I thought I would have to cry.
I believed I would have to hurt.
I imagined it would be a strain.
I was never so wrong.
Our love was not born in vain.
True I did all the above.
I know it’s hard to judge.
I had no need to be jealous or heartbroken in the least.
Your love always made me feel light as a dove,
Even when I thought I was not good enough for love.
The kindness you gave to me I was not ready for.
Your heart is strong like your love.
I have to protect it from any harm.
Thanking God from above.
I cherish so much more than I can say.
I live in gratitude each day.
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manipulation is the key to survival
she knows how to play the game
forever be the child
Wendy to his Peter Pan
simpering lips
eyes evoking sorrow
hiding purpose
demanding respect
earning none
threats executed
promises kept
broken hearts cast aside
she hunts for new game by the sea
bikini clad beauty hiding a corrupt heart
that feels no pain
incapable of empathy
no room in her malevolent nature
for pity though revenge satisfies
his feet don’t touch the ground
but he has not flown to serenity
Hanging in the barn
he waits for discovery in vain
she has no inclination to linger
no desire for reconciliation
Never let a blind man
tell you he can’t see
what must be seen.
The treasure you seek
doesn’t deserve you.
Can you love me?
This infernal fertile
marsh hovers in my mind.
Fade and fade and
establish subservience.
A puff of light, and I’ll
be gone. Will you
love me then?