24 Poems ~ 24 Hours
Excite me!
Do you have what it takes to excite me?
Can you make my body pump out large jugs of adrenaline
Can you make my heart skip a beat
Nay, skip several beats
Can you make me juggle from one foot to the other in barely repressed, deep seated excitement
Can you make me laugh genuinely and wholeheartedly
Can you make me so very carefree
That I forget my name and hay
Can you make me give you several mischievous grins
Can you….excite me?
A book is nothing but paper printed on with ink
Yet whole new worlds live within
Transporting each reader into new dimensions
Setting them free from their stress
Their worries
Their fears
Their feeling of being “stuck”
Dear sky,
Will words ever be enough to tell you
How grateful I am to you
for your vast blanket of clouds
That kept me warm
when my little heart was freezing.
How do I tell thank you,
for the starlings,
Who heard all my stories
or to your moonchild
Who watched me weep.
Dear sky,
I thank you for the sunshine in my life
and for the smiles you lent me.
This all all I can say If I ever have to Repay.
Plan ahead they say
Good to have treats
Carrot stick theory
Stick is too few poems
Carrot is too tight pants
Still not even half way
Coffee yoghurt pops
Cranberry granola bars
Raisin English muffins
Bloating by the hour
Words rest on my belly
Lifting on to the page
Hours to go concerns
Elastic waist flannels
I can breathe again
And severally
I try to reach for the phone
To call you
But, I am unsure of your reception
The few times I had called you
Your voice, your tone screamed cold indifference
But the urge to call rests strong upon me
No matter how much I struggle to repress it
Subconsciously, I reach again for the phone, hating myself and maybe, you
I check out your number
And peer at your face which you’ve used as your display picture
I tell myself….you’re not worth the trouble
And chant it several times
And then I let my phone lie
But, my hand subconsciously reaches for it, again
cw: none
The canary likes to count the stars
and dream about being up there.
At night, when it is supposed to sleep,
it calls the stars its friends
and dreams of
soft, gentle hands
that never hurt.
What is love?
What a ridiculous question!
What a ridiculous, unanswerable question!
Love is a many splendid thing
It is both ancient and timeless
It knows no age, no bias, no gender, no bounds
Love is limitless
The limit does not exist
Love is not something to be found, it just shows up
In its own time, in its own place, on its own terms
And it leaves in much the same way
You can not lock it up or force it to stay
You can not run away from it, you can not run to it
It is a race you can not win
Love is contrary and contradictory
Slow burning-explosive
Mutual-unrequited
Platonic-passionate
Terrifying- exhilarating
Joyous- heartbreaking
The dictionary defines love as “an intense feeling of affection”
Let’s just go with that….
You are never supposed to hold out your hand
To someone who is drowning
Because they will pull you down with them
When death is staring you in the face
You will take hold of anything you can
Just to stay afloat
And it does not matter
If you hold it beneath the water
As long as you can breathe
I thought I could save you
Not realizing
You already knew how to swim
And just wanted someone
To hold beneath the waves
Give me beet
I bet to make a tea
with spicy coffee taste
Check your jacket
I bet you get a penny
to pay for my service
Relax no tremor
I bet not to worry
if you can’t get a dime
Be the bayou
I bet not to stir
through your status
Brace your elbow
I bet it give a curve
firmly like a ligament
Glance the lightbulb
I bet you get a flash
brighten up your sight
Talk about cinnamon
I bet to gain a lot
from the word you say
Take this bucket
I bet it made of wood
rigid pieces of work
Find me an elk
I bet to see it antler
of the beast family
Move to the carport
I bet you get a lift
going to your street
All my friends are funeral singers
and yet their differing pitches
hit the same note of harmony
within my heart.