24 Poems ~ 24 Hours
Z-School 2
Our friends were all dead
We went to the playground
Grabbed a hockey stick each
More zombies came
We whacked them
Killed a bunch of zombies
Stole a car and drove into more
That was five years agonising
I have killed many zombies
I ain’t a stoppin’ now!
Have you ever seen anything quite as tough
As a field of off white dandelion fluff
Some people love it, use it for wishes
They huff and they blow
Until the wishes it dishes
Others are not quite as fond of this flower
They will pull it, toss it
Take away its power.
The tiny fairy fluffs
They fly through the air
Planting themselves
In lawns everywhere.
So if ever you see
A small fuzz so tough
Pay homage to the tenacious
Dandelion fluff!
I could tell you how lonely it is
In our bed at night
And how I just dread to turn off the light
But I suppose you already know
I could tell you that I’m out of sorts
When your off and gone, and aren’t around
When it’s just me here and you cannot be found
But surely you already know
I could tell you that I don’t eat as good
When you aren’t standing at the stove
Cooking up a tasty treasure trove
But you just have to know
I could tell you I count the hours
Until you come home again
Watching the clock, and agonizing within
But I know you’re counting too
I could tell you how happy I’ll be when I see you
Coming through the front door
Just how much I care for you, oh how I adore
But I know you feel the same
I could tell you that I love you so
And I’m complete when you are near
It makes my heart swell and sing to have you near
But I know you’ll be home soon
Coming to an end
I’ve done all I could do
Just a few more breaths
Until I’m through
However I will not be forgotten
My life not in vain
Because people remember me
How and why I came
Each petal that withers, and each seed that drops off
Is carried away as someone who knew me
Heard of me
Learned from me
Remembers me
Shares me
My roots firmly in place
My foundation made
I grew
I stood
I bloomed
I gave life
And even when
My spirit, my breath leaves this fleshy body
My soul always stays
Parts of me linger in the wind
For that is why I came
Copyright © 2019 by Angelica Stevenson
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In somber silence of my mind, stillness in the knowing I’m alive.
In thought that glorifies, what is never really still.
The night creatures stir their portion in the night~
Toads do their croaking, making their own songs heard, while the owl hoots, and night bird songs come to life.
I hear beating wings on the breeze, as the cricket plays sweetly, in the night.
There is really no somber silence, as we all know, nothing is still…
C. Burgess (c)
it’s all about the chemistry
hovering around you in twos
by twos
by twos
by twos
you stabilise me.
all pieces of my shell bonded when we dance together
around centres,
positively neutral,
we stabilise each other so the centre will hold itself
and us –
keeping the Universe safe from total collapse.
(c) r.l. elke
Unzipping my case,
I fumble for my meter.
Staring solemnly
at the series of small callouses
gracing every digit on my left my hand,
it dawns on me:
my life IS diabetes.
Too many times each day,
I poke myself,
seeking the level of glucose
flowing through my veins.
Each test leaves behind a scar,
so tiny the naked eye might miss it,
yet so bold it feels like Braille
beneath a blind man’s fingers.
If my sugar runs high,
I must inject myself with insulin,
restoring the natural order of things.
Should my levels be low,
I must feed my face,
building blocks like protein to
preserve my strength.
I constantly check my ’emotional glucose’ meter too.
Through pricks and barbs who poke and prod,
I discover where my sweetness levels fall.
Every puncture point leaves its mark
in my memories,
its scars upon my heart.
If I’ve been too kind and caring,
left myself wide open and vulnerable,
it’s time to serve up a shot of cynicism,
and remember
that the world doesn’t love
the same way that I do.
If I’ve lost my sweet edge
and ventured to the sour side,
I must feast on love and laughter,
and the follies of furry four-footed friends
until all is right with the world once more.
Should I choose not to check
and let ignorance be bliss,
I know I’ll not survive.
Diabetes or Life?
Either way,
you prick me and I bleed.
It’s her!
My splash of paint
From billions of years ago.
My vision of love, of light, of beauty.
She appeared and I sighed,
And the rest of you were borne of her.
Again and again, she comes to life,
Not in the usual way, but through me.
Divine Love waxes into being
Then wanes, like the moon,
And back again, full and plump.
Oh, my Love, my darling Love.
I alone can make you be.
Me of you, and you of me.
Together, we, in cosmic spin
Once more will be
Throwing paint at the canvas.
Purify me Douse me in your holiest water And your strongest rubbing alcohol. Clean me Scrub me with steel wool And scrubbing bubbles with bleach. After all that Maybe for once I will be free of dirt and sin
Man crawled from the mud and saw god
God sneered and said “Get the fuck off my lawn”
We’ve been cursed all along
And wonder why the songs all sound dissonant
Why religion becomes irrelevant
It’s as if heaven sent us down to see if we could make it on our own
Angels looking down, making bets on our demise
We laugh at the futility because it’s too damn painful to cry
And perfections unattainable but still we try,
Still we strive to be more than the ones who came before us
Still strive to please god, even though that fucker ignores us
Still planting acorns with dreams of a future forest
Still
Because turbulence is abhorrent
Man crawled from the mud, saw god and turned away
Looked to the Sun and found another way to pray
Bathed in life-giving rays and found his own divinity
So the angels grew bored and found another game to play