Tech Love (Haiku)
Tapping keys turn to
Love over time. But is it
Going to last long?
Gearing up for 2019 …
I almost left all my poems in the draft state… please all remember to publish!
Need you tonight (INXS)
This song was the 80’s version of a holla
nowaday, you just ask for a phone number
he was asking for a dance
First appearing on screen with
medium length
Messy hair
Wearing a half zipped leather jacket
his bare chest out
This video was a simple journey
Of cool
all standing band members in the back
rocking with keyboards,
electric guitars strapped
While he sang
with
Folded arms
and body movements
About his kind of woman
Instructing her to slide next to him
Not once seeing her dance
but back then I guess she didn’t have to
this song wasn’t tough
just flirtatious
the kind you would play at a pizza
and beer party with friends
while you dance with the one
you want to get next to
This kind of fun
Is my idea of the 80’s
carefree and wild
Hour 24
Well, I made it. Even if that meant operating at a fraction of my capacity.
I’ll definitely be revisiting this last one… It needs more. But it’s the most I can manage at this point.
Congratulations Marathoners!
17. “The land knows you , even when you are lost.”
“The land knows you, even when you are lost.”
She sends you messages in the dreams that you have as you sleep.
The land is neither male nor female, yet she feels like a mother to you.
Her heart is strong.
She tries to lead you to rivers and tributaries that connect to the sea.
Her mind is curious as can be.
She teaches you to follow Orion in the sky.
Find your compass like the birds and butterflies who fly.
Finding their way home
Like you who will never be truly lost.
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(Hour 23) 20.30pm-21.30pm. PROMPT, childhood
remembering the not-so-old days
1.
They fought a lot.
We knew that.
We always thought
fighting & staying together
was better than ]\\\\ Separating.
So many of our friends
endured steps. It didn’t seem
worth it. Now I’m not so sure.
To be honest
I haven’t really thought
much about dad’s “status”.
I’ll survive with him or not.
It’s mum I’ll always miss.
Rueben tried to play
peacemaker tag.
Always putting himself
in the middle of their arguments
in the hope it might end them.
He was too little to realise.
2.
Weird. For me it’s the reverse
Mum took off when I was two
so my memory of her
is somewhere between
next to nothing
& absolute zero.
Dad worked in the garage
Long hours. Long long hours.
Whether because there was
so much work or simply
avoiding me, I’ll never know.
It was my granny who basically
brought me up. Took me to sport,
watched me play, helped with homework,
even with girlfriend troubles eventually.
All that stuff. Taught me to cook too.
She was an excellent chef.
Awww now you’re just teasing me.
But yes, I’m pretty good in a kitchen.
Hour 24: Walk This Way
Walk this Way
Before you could even walk on your own
We made you dance
No wonder music is your first love
14. Help Yourself
A message to me:
You know what triggers.
You know what inspires.
Stop before it gets too late.
Fresh fruits and plenty of sleep.
Fasting is not recommended unless its intermittent.
Music is a must.
Who else can you trust?
Cleaning is a necessary.
Organization can be a fuss.
Rest too is a delicate balance you must create.
You know what is needed.
Why do we do the opposite of what we need?
Answer this with your heart and you will finally accomplish the deed.
The Terrible Ghost
I’m being haunted by a terrible ghost
It keeps me awake knocking on my bedpost
I’ve tried to be a patient host
I’ve even tried raising a midnight toast
But the phantom returns every night to boast
This terrible ghost is always there
Making sure my flaws are laid bare
It fixes me with a judgemental glare
I wish its ghastly sheet would tear
Because it has given me an awful scare
That terrible ghost drags across the floor
Making sure that I don’t have to snore
I’ve never been so afraid before
Keeping it company has become quite a chore
I just don’t think I can take it anymore
You terrible ghost it is time to pack your bag
Tear your sheet and make a white flag
Your haunting days have hit a snag
Get moving you ghoul no time to drag
And don’t expect anything from me in your mailbag
Goodbye terrible ghost, again I say adieu
Running you off has been a breakthrough
You aren’t around to let my failures accrue
Even at your worst I found a way to push through
I feel so alive, fresh and brand new
Don’t Stop Beliven’
Rise up,rise up,rise up.
It’s true,
we are losing love,
we are failing words,
we are cheating ourselves,
we are competing for stupid ends.
But,
Let’s reaffirm our faith,
once again,with bonds of love.
Let’s redraw our boundaries,
once again,with the ink of fraternity.
Let’s believe this prayer,
once again,with love and without doubt,
“Make our world one,make us one.”