Hour 21: Cats

Small and soft

Quick and sharp

They can love deeply

But hate deeply as well

They like to be the center of attention

Unless you give them too much attention

Or try to pet them too much

Fickle loyal creatures these cats

 

Yay one more typed up. I writing everything in a notebook before posting. So I had to write up a few quickly before I started posting to get caught up again. But I now am (just one more to post).

Self-Composure

From window pots to garden plots

forgo the cemetery, for if you’re wise you’ll make your choice

trees, flowers, fern and berry

We have recomposition and Capsula Mundi

because we are more civilized

We choose rebirth straight from the earth

over metals that won’t soon die

Our concrete jungles weren’t friendly, our carbon footprint we be-moan

now some of us have found a way to give back the life we have on loan

You’ve seen it in the alleys, in the broken bottle mess

You’ve seen it in the subways, and everywhere’s else, I guess

Our streets are much too crowded

Buildings codes eschew

We dreamed there was a better way,

I’ll bet that you did too!

Nature finds a way, you see the flowers poking through

the cement of the broken sidewalk,

That flower could be you!

Upon a new horizon your future will not waste

decay is not a fail-safe that complies post-haste

With a promise of release

from rust and ranker in the cold

You’ll rest with perfect peace

in gardens made of light

when you choose

our sweet respite,

a field of kindly eldritch delight !

 

 

 

 

Just a thought (19)

A single thought
lingers
unattached
and then it floats away

A thread
weaves words
and people
until no one remembers to water it.
Then it quietly fades away

A train of thought
whistles,
calls you aboard,
then swoops you off and on
to a new adventure.

I’m off to buy a ticket!

TWENTY-TWO

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

Hour 20: God of Light

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. 

My Human

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.

 

jj2019 2019 Poetry Marathon

Prompt 28: Techno Bug

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.

 

 

Urban Garden

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,

Hour 19: Ruins

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.