24 Poems ~ 24 Hours
They line up along at the shallow waters of the sea
They come sharp at 4 in the afternoon
They know if they come up to the humans,
They’ll get a fish
This goes on for an hour or so
Who trained them, no one knows
But they’re there everyday
Come rain or shine
The Dolphins in Tangalooma are considered wild
But how wild can you be when you check in at 4pm daily.
I see
a
spider
but he
doesn’t
see
me.
I prepare
for battle
and
kill
him.
It still
doesn’t
rain
and I
dying
of
thirst.
So much
for old
wive’s
tales.
What
do I
do now?
I guess
I did
for
want
of
water.
Magic
Money is Magic
It creates all the best things and experiences in this world
Money is Magic
The more you share
The more you receive
That’s why Money
Is Love
Like Love
It’s getting more powerful the more you use it
Actually you cannot use it
It takes you to a whole new level of life
Money is Magic
It creates the most incredible miracles
Money is magic
Let’s spread this reality now
Money is at your service
It is whatever you want it to be
If you choose, consciously or not,
To have none
That’s what you’ll have
If you choose to have a lot
The same
You’ll have a lot
Money is love
At your service
Like the Universe
Money will serve you
As long as you serve the Universe
And yourself in the first place
The Universe only wants you to be you
To serve all universe at your best
Just being you
Of service
Once you got that
The red carpet of the Universe
Is there for you to walk on
And the money to pour on you
I wish everybody would know that
I wish everybody would experience
Money is Magic
browsing through
a mile of second hand books
on Sunday morning
holding hands with a friend
as I haggled
over the right price
all the dhabas
with their competing aromas
as the air fills
with the azan from the mosque
Ah for a day in Darya Ganj
The
lovers took to the mountain
and lay under the sun in the grass,
his hand on her thigh. She said, I cannot
surrender a gift so precious but
this memory will be yours to keep.
She laid his hand on her breast. The
sweet swell of succulent flesh took form
within his dreams, that place where
wishes and fantasies belie the
reality of rejection on the mountain.
His moment, escaping like a hare
spooked by an approach too sudden, has
passed—plans which were carefully lain.
Better to start with what I
Haven’t missed.
I haven’t missed the meals I skipped
When the choice was art or
Bread
I haven’t missed money
Unless I was broke and begging
But I’d miss any page gone from these shelves
I haven’t missed the chatter that tore my
Mind away from her own matters
A theft only time and silence can cure
I haven’t missed the time I gave or the
Kisses, but I miss that magic that turned us out of our
Entwined bodies our spirits rocked
Locked together transforming through
Spectra of species
Oh we were bears enclasped lions
Leaping salmon
Wolves writhing snakes
Rising like smoke from our
Burning flesh
I’ll never miss a ball and chain
Yet yearn so for
Compatriot, collaborator, mutual transmogrifier
I probably wouldn’t mind
A little less silence
Red, hot, worry moon,
What kind of night do we have?
Planet earth prepares!
(Hour Fifteen- Maritza M. Mejia)
There are many days I reflect upon our union
The memories of our first kiss still has me swooning
I wonder what magical manifestations were created on our behalf
What sort of divine intervention had to be choreographed?
Our love is that of a young and vibrant love, to this day I am in awe of you
Our love is beyond measure of anniversaries and material things
Everyday my heart swells with songs of you
Every night I do thank God, the heavenly bodies and anyone else who may have crafted our destinies to be united
I am fortunate that my soul mate lies by my side, day and night
We are blessed to have each other
Lucky that we found one another
To grow old together
Til our dying day
I regret nothing, I wouldn’t have it any other way
Desiring a little
Togetherness
A swirling wish
To hold you
Run my fingers
Over your skin
Your lips
Whispering
In my ears.
Your voice
Settling in my core
Like A solid piece
Of crystal.
Eyes focused straight on
Yes, our eyes are on his prize
The glare fixed right ere