24 Poems ~ 24 Hours
Hours have flown by, minutes have crawled
There’s only one thing to do:
Take up the pen, get writing again
The warm-up’s done, so now follow through
Somehow, between four, and six-thirty,
I blinked, and the clock hands jumped.
Get writing again, take up the pen
I’ve proved in this that I won’t stay stumped.
And now, with ‘Z’, my theme is complete
Neatly mapped form and order
Take up the pen, get writing again
I’ll see you on the Avlem border.
Form: ZaniLa Rhyme
Do you need a reason;
To let your world unfold?
Do you need a reason:
Why?
Do you need a purpose;
To let your dreams be known?
Do you need a reason to;
Fly?
Hold on to your self.
Hold on to your higher self.
Let your dreams take flight.
Find the courage to see why.
Only you will know,
What you really want.
Answer what you want inside
Answer what you want:
And fly.
See your self arrive.
See your self take up new wings.
Rise above the stormy sky.
Rise above the clouds of doubt.
Spread your wings and learn to fly.
Rise above and you’ll see;
Why.
The sun awakens giving way to the reality of a new day
The path that led dreams to be real - Led fears to have breath
has now past away
The time passed through imagination
have led to this moment to depart
Walking along with writers and idealist
bringing life to art.
The promise to achieve has been realized
and today I said, "Thank You" as I depart
Farewell
All that you gave me was real
Farewell
The road was long but worthy
Farewell Yellow Brick Road
The journey has been no less than beautiful
and my stories are now told
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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