24 Poems ~ 24 Hours
A lock of hair finds its way into my mouth
My shadow skips along
I walk unencumbered
The tiny flame in my heart burning bright
Kindled with painstaking care
May it glow forevermore
Casting its light on you and I
For I am banking on you
My devil, my light.
I.
“Remember when…?” Can’t say I do
I remember instead the stories you tell.
And I’m sure your stories are quite true
“Remember when…?” Can’t say I do.
I’m full of holes, events slip through
But stories sometimes stick quite well.
“Remember when…?” Can’t say I do
I remember instead the stories you tell.
II.
Tales of me in school, I learn and grow
But never quite best in show
Just that bit too slow,
Like… you know.
Sheep
Tales of teen years, not much in there though
That’s when M.E. laid me low
Just that bit too slow,
Like… you know.
Sleep
Tales of my youth, fare to and fro
Keen to be doing, but no
Just that bit too slow,
Like… you know.
Weap
III.
Then come the lost years
The tales you can’t tell,
For you were not here –
Or I was not there
Which is the same thing
For our purposes.
Without my Boswell
I cannot recall
How I passed that time
Only that time passed
And now I make an
Effort to catch it.
My memories are yours
Please tell them to me
And maybe this time
I will remember.
Forms used:
I. = Triolet
II. = Triquint
Prompt: Write a poem about your childhood. Ideally this poem should contain between 1 and 5 numbered sections.
Doubt has swallowed me whole.
Stole my desire and even a tried to capture part of my soul .
I get lost in his hold, lost in its grip and each month I become a captive bought and sold to the highest bidder .
Weakness brought on with her sadness and regret .
Allowing another beautiful day to slip by unable to harness the pure energy from within.
I am a prisoner in my own body.
Pain is my bondsman and for half the month I see no end in sight.
Past hurts, unfinished work, I am not to be crossed, even I dare not try to rock my own boat.
I can ban all food fast away, yet the hurt will not quell the pain.
No physical pain out does the mental anguish that remains.
It’s all the same.
Some months are physical and others it’s all in my mood.
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Kiwi??
A fruit
A bird
Both neither
A word
Or one big mystery
I got ahead of myself somewhere. No idea where. But I guess it’s easily done when you’re distracted, a little drunk, and sleep deprived.
But I’m back on track for the final hour.
Will try to go out with a bang.
Outside! Let’s go up the hill to the park
We’ll grab the gear, put on our shoes
Let’s start
To play
Today not promised nor timed, let’s run in the wind and jump to the rhymes
1 the sun is out and shining
2 the breeze is blowing cool
3 the birds sing in the trees
4 blue water at the pool
5 inside there are too many rules
Outside! Let’s go up the hill to the park
We know the way
We follow our hearts
Oh if this way everyday we could end and start. At least in my mind every time reminisce on this part of youth.
You made it (almost)! Congratulations! Hooray! Now just one more poem to write.
For the final prompt I want you to write a poem with the title of an 70’s or 80’s – pop rock anthem. For example We Are The Champions, Eye of The Tiger, Don’t Stop Beliven’.
Blue
Blue clouds can be in reverse of white or gray.
They come after rainbow clouds, and do not stay.
An iridescence, a solar halo with ice crystals and water droplets that diffract the sun’s light.
Flying higher than any man-made kite.
Blue clouds are dreams deferred, like Langston Hughes’ poem.
Blue clouds are definitely something elusive we can “show’em”.
They are no longer imaginary, they are more like blue moons in the sky.
Two full moons in one month are the distant relatives of blue clouds who can often appear shy.
Blue clouds are saved up dreams come to life and fears rolled into one.
Blue clouds are filled with all the hues of the oceans, rivers, seas, lakes and sun.
They include every spectrum of the sky, from the early morning sliver grey that comes hours before the break of blue begins to mature into day.
Long before it melts into the time of day between light and dark.
It is made up of the twilight that illuminates the sky line like roman glass with its soft pastel hues.
Deepening into jewel tones that appear after sunsets turn into midnight black that cover the the night the sky in the darkest shades of blackberry blue.
Blue clouds are all the tears we produce both joyous or sad.
Blue clouds are the veins in our bodies that we always had.
Dependent on the amount of oxygen needed to make the iron rich blood coursing through our our veins appear blue.
Blue clouds beget the questions we have deep inside.
Blue is the faith we choose not to hide.
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God
You do so much for me
You are all encompassing
Ever present
You don’t leave me
You never forsake me
My life is in Your hands
God
My life would be pointless without you
Your words is a lamp to my feet
And is a light to my feet
You guide me
God
You are more than I could ever ask for
You take care of me
You love me
You are my Father
God
My God
You are extravagant
A world full of colours-
that’s where I want to live.
Some grey is unavoidable,
but rainbows appear after rain.