24 Poems ~ 24 Hours
two
to grow
someone to grow
someone to grow with
someone to grow with me
someone to grow old with me
me
to accept me as i am
to forgive who i have been
to imagine who i have yet to become
me
someone to grow old with me
someone to grow with me
someone to grow with
someone to grow
to grow
two
You?
Twenty-four hours
So much is possible
But everyday I wake up
I do the same tasks from the day before
Wash the dishes, bathe the kids, wash the laundry, make the meals
Each day has a new responsibility
Adding to my neverending, overwhelming list
No one told me it’d be like this
I guess I should have guessed
But I never knew it was so lonely
Joining Motherhood.
And everyday brings a new memory
A new reason to smile
It’s not an easy life
But it’s mine and I love it.
Keep your word, not promises to be made.
Keep your word, for that is what a person is based.
Keep your word, not hollow speeches for people to listen to.
Keep your word, and people will respect you.
Keep your word, and you will find yourself ~
More.
Keep your word and love will find you.
Keep your word and honesty will flow from your mouth.
Keep your word, and your divine self you will have found.
By keeping your word, your thoughts shall be clear.
By keeping your word, honesty follows, and there is nothing you shall fear.
Keep your word, totally in your heart…
C. Burgess (c)
Write an epistolary poem: A poem that is a letter to someone or something. It can be to someone you actually know, a former version of yourself, or even an abstract concept like death. The title should start with Dear and then be the name, or thing you are addressing. For example a possible title could be “Dear self with bangs and glasses”.
Sent to pick up a very important person
The assignment treat with reverence and concern
For safety and well being
While traveling, gathering teaching, talking and learning
On the road
Off the phone
Far from home
The chauffeur arrived all alone
Prepared to pick up and take on
The passenger ready in the zone
The interior was impeccably clean
The exterior shiny and gleaming
This ride more than what it seems
Fortunately
On going
This was destined
Destination
Destiny
The chauffeur came to protect
The mirrors in place to reflect
The steering to accelerate was set
The passenger entered
Gratefully
When the summer sky rumbles with thunder
and darkened clouds roll in the skies
and lightning tears the heavens asunder
and the rains come down with soft reprise
We witness the world washing things away
sometimes the things we know are taken
in the violent and stormy display
It leaves us frightened and shaken
This fear of losing the familiar that we accrue
holds us prisoner in a world of our own doing
without hope or thought of ever starting anew
all the while knowing of our eventual undoing
Bound to you, I cannot see the future.
Where am I going, where have I been-
those are questions you answer willingly,
quickly doling out responses, no hesitation in your voice.
What do you see? A body bound by you.
Kept close, tied tight, like a gift ready to be opened,
but only by you.
You keep me this way, easy and so calm,
a t-shirt and jeans, so casual and benign.
Not a worry, we’re just playing.
Is this practiced nonchalance?
I don’t know. I can’t tell anymore.
The trust has been eroded, because I was the one bound-
and blinded by my love.
So easily you slipped the ropes around my arms,
the blindfold over my eyes-
because I trusted you.
Then I found you lied.
Yet, I’m bound to you.
The refrain is sickening, it’s a chorus of poisoned sparrows,
poisoned arrows, poisoned darts.
Oh my heart-
the decadence it craved,
a crazed soliloquy,
tempered variety.
I gave
it all
to you.
There once was a poet so serious
He presumed that his muse was imperious
But when he attempted to write
Poems all through the night
This minstrel proved purely delirious
The night was dark
Moon lightening it up
There were no houses on the road
Close to midnight
I walked alone
Adventurous soul inside me
Pulled me outdoors
While looking at the moonlit surroundings
A light flickered from afar
I didn’t want to go
Still kept walking
Smoke was coming out of the chimney
Smell of fresh bread engulfed me
A knock on the door
And I was let in
The adventure ended up
Finding new friends
And making delicious bread…
sticky feet
tap out the beat
of the box that someone left
behind
who’d driving this bus?
precious cargo
on laps
the rest on floors
between feet that help them stand
up straight.
who’s driving this buy?
you pay your fare
pull the chord
and exit to the rear of the bus
but not before it comes to a full stop.
Full Stop.
Did you remember to drive the bus?