24 Poems ~ 24 Hours
I have a small gripe
It’s not much
Just a little snipe.
It is not a matter of
Pota-TOE vs Po-TAH-to
that’s just a bunch of clatter
Music is personal
there is emotion attached
its connections are special
It is ironic sometimes
that the ones playing it the loudest
are the first to whine
So, play whatever you want to
but turn it down, wear plugs,
I don’t hear music the same as you
I know which came first
I’m not telling anyone
Because I’m chicken
The years become seconds
when I can’t find the time
and I remember the minutes
that I could have made to last forever
when two angels lost their wings
to fall and talk to you and me
and point us in the direction
of where we aught to be
Driving down trodden paths
flowers trampled over
the bleached bones
of what we used to fear
the myths
we tried to understand
the words you or I
dreaded to hear
when faced with
the thrill of the unknown
and the wisdom of the road
The trip began on
the first day of creation
the destination lay
on the sixth day of rest
And everything in between
Urged us to move forward
instead I looked behind
I am here now
where I wasn’t
when you were there
To light a fire and watch it burn. It only consumes what you feed it, once tamed.
A river controlled is lying damned; to go without hesitation, stay free flowing.Full of destruction is a focused funnel of air, breathe and release. Anger and confusion, fear and sorrow, any cluster of held in emotions vortex.
Ground melts and can be molded, but remains are dense. You must push, use force and want for change.
Stay calm and focus, your intentions must be true, a clear mind with a heart ready to be broken, a desire with no quit!
Crush the coal! Light the Fire! Fan the Flames! Drink your water, we have people to feed.
To dance the dance, why wait?
What is your song?
*Smile*
Trauma.
Everyone has experienced it on some level.
No one’s trauma is greater than someone else’s.
No one can tell anyone else how their personal trauma should affect them.
A month ago, trauma found its way to my home.
And that is how I ended up with a roommate.
My three year old has taken over.
There are crumbs in the bed, from midnight snacks he thinks he’s sneaking
(But really, I’m just relishing silence night time brings me (more…)
Sweat floods my forehead
Heartbeat throbs betwixt my ears
Pursuing my poetry
(A tanka is usually five lines with a 5/7/5/7/7 syllable count.)
PLODDING ALONG
Another day over, another day gone
With nothing to show for and nothing else done.
No closer to winning or leaving the maze.
Another brief moment that’s lost in the haze.
So stuck in today, never pausing to think
Tomorrow’s another today on the brink.
The future’s erasing itself through the now.
We must find a way to slow it somehow.
Before we lose all our tomorrows.
Cookie Moon
Cookie moon a golden sliver
Dark chocolate eclipse
Smells like Grandma’s kitchen
Loaded with comfort
First bite chewed quickly
Lingers between teeth
Bite the dark side of the moon
Save the bright side
For twinkling chilled milk
TobeTT #5
Hour 6
Small
My mind is shut
small
only has so much room
can’t squeeze in
even a tiny bit more.
Don’t want to.
I was born this way.
grew up baling hay,
don’t want nothin else.
Why would I?
I’m happy.
Don’t have to think about stuff
like you crazy liberal do nuthins
who wanna give this country away.
I don’t want to change nuthin?
It’s always been this way
so why change it now.
Mamma and Papa brought me up right.
I know what’s wrong and right.
I can tell left from right.
Cross me and you’ll start a fight.
Yeah…you got those big plans
and big ideas…
Bet you wouldn’t last a week
out in the wild.
Be my guest…
try it sometime.
I’ll dig the hole to bury you in, no charge.
You deserve it.
Poetry courses through my veins and arteries
I feel the words climb up my spine
and the sentences climb back down
I am all aware now
though half asleep
Dreaming in my own writer’s way
Me, my fingers and this keyboard
Spin in our own world
The rest of the world just outside this bubble
I am not poet now as much as I am poetry
I am words, metaphor
Loss and beauty
Breathing in soliloquy
In solitude
In infinite verse