24 Poems ~ 24 Hours
please
stay
I’m not certain
who I am
(I am not straight)
but perhaps you will love
my crookedness
(I am tripping over my own feet
I am following the map
I am searching between the shadows
I am seeking pride)
please
love me still
as I etch my rainbow across the sky
I take a sinuous path
to your heart, long
and brambled, dizzying
not knowing where you are
only that you are.
I kissed you last night
in a dream, barely recalled
but for your warmth.
I wake every day into
another dream where we
don’t know each other.
I rise before the sun
with a memory of you
whom I have yet to meet.
But still I know how it feels
to kiss you.
I follow your lips
your warmth, seek the
veneration of our hearts
chance of everything.
I write what marvels my soul
Delightful encounters of my own being shared
In the poetical expression of each flavors like fruits
Luminescence of insects marvels my soul
Engaging much to enjoyable phases
Truly illuminating the pleasure of simple person desires
Totally an engagement to marvel about the life ‘s stories
Communing in the communication of poetical artisan
Sharing the world in fast paced reality
Taking a break from its wonderment and merriment
What then life today meant for me?
A question with a simple answer to any person
Just simply doing it and realizing it
Life connectors of marvelous happenstances
Enlivening the tapestry of life universe
A realized person captivating into an existence
Prompt # 4 Hour # 03
11:00 PM PHT 22/06/2019
Eight a.m.
Grey skies, cool breeze
just light enough to avoid
a “Quiche Lorraine” kind of day
The birds are oblivious to such concerns
tweeting, twittering, and chirping away
as they do
The sounds of the creek
though muffled by the thicket of green along its banks
are present, as always
Traffic is awakening now
cars softly whoosh as they pass by
then fall silent
I feel a slight chill
as I take in the muted colours—
time to go back inside
But the fresh air felt good
(22 June 2019, Hour 3)
Crazy
incessant barking
redundant apologies
monotonous meandering
Sanity
routine
replenished resplendence
nest egg overflowing
the eye of the beholder
the eye of the storm
the eye of a needle
needling you to a repentance you despise
when will you be you?
Cat has joined me
His soft purr and presence
Makes this less lonely
He empties the isolation brilliantly
My mind is filled with doubt
Anger, anguish, worry
But he purrs it away
Like a wizard
Or a saint
We relish each other’s company
He my constant companion
Close to my side when I am home
I am reassured there is good in life
good in this world
because of a simple being
Bathed in love
Wanting nothing more
than food, adoration and attention
When he’s in the mood.
On his time
When it suits him
Fifth Hour
If you know me, you know the shape I am in.
Like a square, I can be one-dimensional,
flat and unimpressive – reclusive.I can appear one-faceted, boxed in.
Alone and exclusive.
My square days don’t define me,
But it is who I can be – Unobtrusive.
When I am a triangular prism,
there is no doubt that I am showing my best self,
Transparent – no schisms.
I can clearly see out of the four faces,
and stand tall on it’s fifth.
I have five-fold vision.
No smoking mirrors, no secrets
And no myths.
Declaring my purpose
To whosoever will,
Coming from a very dark place,
I have risen!
See me as a spiraling circle,
on an obstacle course,
learning to jump through hoops…
downward then upward,
like a driven trainer riding
a prize-winning horse,
no complaints – no remorse!
I have been a rectangular prism,
But I applaud my highs and I rest in my lows.
I am not just me by the faces you see,
But by the length, width, height, and depth,
I am a complete miracle,
Mathematical geometry!
City of Compton 90222
June 22, 2019@11:!4
The whispers on the wind speak
I do not understand
The rolling waves of the river muttering from the depths
I strain to catch the words
Singing, singing, singing
The birds are singing
Death has taken one of their own
The cycle continues
I cannot hear it.
Life all around me
Death snuffs one out
The cycle continues
And yet I am deaf to it
The sun streams down
lighting up the leaves of the trees in a golden green
But I cannot see, not really see, what is happening in the shadows
What have I become, a passenger in this world, watching from the window,
from the train
from the street
All life happens when you are not looking
But with your eyes, with your ears, you try to catch it all as it goes by
Even then it is sometimes not enough
Cold night scenic dark enveloping
Witnessing how world turns
In its daytime or nighttime
Thrills of each passage
Making sense of listening
Listening the dead silence
Snoring of people surroundings
Epic madness of thoughts lingers
Marveling in its passages
Thriller skyline of my own being sparkles
Darkness of sight seeks beyond what it seems
Changes surely in the next phase of another day
Prompt # 3 Hour # 03
11:00 PM PHT 22/06/2019
Without my sight I can feel the ground,
my feet can’t tell where I am.
They don’t know if I am home or somewhere else.
My hands can’t tell if the walls are here or there.
The smells aren’t familiar or real to me yet, but when I hear your voice I am home.