24 Poems ~ 24 Hours
And now
Just me and you
Without hesitation
Nothing in the world but us
Me – You
Insane
The joy I felt
The way you looked at me
No one mattered but us two
You – Me
I live
I love, I give
Everything is for you
You are my life, you have my heart
Always
One would think he should glow and shine
If you meet him you would guess shadows are his
But then he makes a lamp shine
And that’s when you see
He starts glowing down deep
And then the light spills from him
Almost like it was waiting to escape him
Woo two more to type up and Im caught up again. I did forget to say the last poem I found my own prompt just like this one. Sometimes you need something else to get you going.
For the simple cost of amusement and protection
I get a home, food, entertainment, and a servant.
I am amused that they think that they are my owner.
Not one time have I ever had to scoop their poop.
It’s a good gig, though.
Worth it for me to be loyal.
I love them. I think I’ll keep them.
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How you so delight a child?
Crawling there in smartness.
14 legs and 4 antennae.
Navigating darkness
Sniffing for a pal,
Armored for a fight,
Rolling up into a pill,
Roly Poly might.
The city roars far below with a savage metal rhythm,
And on the sidewalk it’s casual cannibalism
As men devour and bury each other to survive.
But here, home, vines twine in cages and pots
And dream maybe, in a vegetable way,
Of places beyond my metal cage home,
To where the fog isn’t smog,
And the animal cruelty and claws
Are without the human bite.
The bus stops beside the concrete footpath,
The rain thunders down on the grumpy teens,
Who were forced out of bed at 7 a.m. by their damn alarms,
The town has been engulfed by a thick fog,
The weather warning was the first thing I saw this morning
I get off, my school shoes immediately absorb the water,
I let out a low grumble, sipping my coffee,
It taste like dirt,
At least my day can’t get any worse,
I text my friends first,
Tell them to save me a seat in the canteen,
They stand more crooked than a wall should
They have crumbled and fallen
Those great walls that once towered
Now bowing to time
Like the lords to their king once here
These ruins just a shadow of the past
Soooo I thought I had set an alarm to get up again and work on these. But either I turned it off and stayed asleep or someone in the house turned it off on me. But I’m still going and I didn’t miss the end of the whole deal. So I can catch up and sleep once Im fully done.
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i don’t want to be petty
yet mountains that scar the sky
with their antique beauty ;
greens so lush they eat the eye ;
fifty more snapshots of the Grand Canal ;
or the view after hiking the ruins
of once mighty Machu Pichu
give me nothing except
a vicarious envy i wish
i could hide — but can’t
Do you remember Scarlett from Gone with the wind?
Tara was running through her veins and she
never gave up! I’d love to have her strong will
and the unique capacity of reinventing myself!
The call of the land was so powerful,
that it saved her life! That’s why this quote
perfectly applies to her: ”the land
knows you even when you are lost”.
I hear Ginsberg in whispers,
“Don’t hide the madness.”
Okay, Al. Shall I let it
yoke me so I can pull it
around the square, flies sticking
to my cheeks, vertebrae wailing
for reprieve? Shall I let it
choke me until my eyes bulge
to get The Greatest Distance
when the madness finally dislodges
and launches skyward for all
to see? Shall I make of it
a joke to tell the masses
from a brightly lit stage, crooned
into a microphone so no one
sees it for what it is? Shall I
relinquish control so you may
poke me with it in an angry gash
until my cries turn to snarls
and my eyes glow red?
We don’t take ourselves too
seriously around here.