24 Poems ~ 24 Hours
Click the button,
Close out the app,
Swipe through pictures,
And add your profile.
Finding love has become
A crazy thing,
With hearts and
Winks
And being flirty.
Loving him,
Kissing her
Chatting and messaging.
The chaos of
Modern Love.
Apps to talk face to face,
Texts to email
Are all new additions
In the process of courting.
Finding him or
Her
Or them
Isn’t as simple as
Meeting and dating.
Everything
Is amplified
To a thousand.
Many call you names
I see your wishes, where all they see
are weeds
I know all your uses, replanting
tender seed
Dan de Lion ~ forever blow your horn
Endless possibilities
blown into space and time
Petals soft and yellow
with roots to calm
and Bitter greens
Dan de Lion ~ forever blow your horn
Forever in resin
“As you wish”
Means, I love you
Amanda Potter©: 2019 Poetry Marathon
Asterales Taraxacum—
Be to some, men’s weed.
Asterales Taraxacum—
Bee— thee, my life’s need.
Antho-phila-sophy hum.
Hum this hymn with me.
From the spring, ’til fall has come,
I’ll give thanks to thee.
Humbly hum this hymn with me.
To this dandy flower!
That sends out, across the breeze.
Parachutes of power.
Asterales Taraxacum—
I pray you’ll always be.
May men never overcome;
their lawn’s diversity.
Hands
A complex system of phalanges, muscles and nerves
Graceful, dexterous, strong
Brittle, fragile, frozen
Basted with invisible snowflakes
These fingers have pinched flames
But fall prey to frostbite
I do not want this manicure.
Peace
It’s all I feel with you
It’s like going to the beach
Listening to the waves crash
The wind blowing through the trees
How did I get here?
How did I deserve you?
What did I do to earn this?
What do I have to do to guarantee you staying?
Peace
You’re my secret lover
Things go wrong
It’s ok
I have peace
Someone does something against me
I forgive you
I have peace
When I am with you
Peace is there also
Yet peace is not only my secret lover
But she is yours as well
I know that our drunk slowdancing
to the rent soundtrack does not mean
that you will leave your boyfriend,
but the wizard said it would stop the echo.
You are a parcel of sawdust I keep
inside the tin can of my chest, an empty
weight to remind me that I know how
to fall in love. maybe the only story we get
is the way your forehead leaned
against the flat place on my collarbone,
the way we almost kissed, but you
pulled back at the last moment. I could have
burst into tears right then, but didn’t want
you to know that I’m a little less than human
these days. I’ve been cleaved in half & left
to rebuild from the scraps I could find, but I know
you are just a placeholder, the one
who really could have loved me if timing
had been better, if your sawdust heart
weren’t lodged in somebody else’s chest.
The Dandelion Seeds
Ready to fly, to be carried away by the wind
The white fireworks of seeds
Selflessly sway to the dance of the divine
Happy to be there, happy to be here
To allow wind to softly blow a touch
They know not their destination or survival
There’s no sorrow or joy of parting
The dandelion seeds revel being carried away like brides
Gracious in their moment of reckoning
Bold and immortal
Hour 17
@varenyas
In this journey
You may lose some people
But you will find better ones
The ones who trust you, believe in you
And know your worth
You maybe seen as someone arrogant
But know that what they call arrogance
Is nothing more than your self esteem
They may consider you selfish
But it is self love instead
And when you know you are right
Believe me your are halfway your journey of finding yourself
l gaze into the red hot sun
wishing to be by your side
my eyes forced closed
light flickers behind my lids
a rainbow bouquet in your hair
my lips move into a gentle smile
my eyes remain dry
l will always miss you
but l can go on now
a new life, isn’t what l wanted
but it is what,l have to live.
As kids we would hold dandelions
beneath each others chins
somehow fascinated by learning
who liked butter
dandelions going to seed were
fun to pick, blow on
scattering their fluffy countenance
to the winds until some
adult said to stop it because
all they were were weeds
then dandelion wine was
all the rage
for a time
neighborhood restaurants
feature them
in salads
holdout hippies and
art fair merchants
weave them into headgear
elevating the dandelion to
victors laurel status
times were simpler
when we were younger
though now the simplicity
lies in seeing what
has always been, letting go
with a poof of breath
on downy seed