24 Poems ~ 24 Hours
In the madness of the eyes my senses fail and reason is lost.
This is the miracle fire.
Our days, our misery, our bitter lovers.
I am paradise.
I live in paradise.
You are the father of affliction.
Ripping our flesh as teeth kiss.
Red ropes cast spells.
Standing here frozen.
I warned you to twist your heart.
I warned you to witness my cracked open room with a view.
Oh no! It’s gone!
Quick, search in the cupboard,
under the stairs,
peek in the fridge; it may be there!
Dig through your purse,
pull out your pockets,
silently vow you’ll hoard less
of all the wrappers of gum,
oh! There’s that skirt from 2001,
lip balm, hair brush, lint roller.
But it’s still lost, hang on.
Phew. On the charger.
Now…
Oh no, they’re gone!
Where are my glasses?
Please don’t tell me
they’re somewhere over here…
Bathroom, living room, upstairs and down,
you’ve searched everywhere, except..
Oh! On your head!
Missing You Still
Ever since I lost you
I have been searching
For a way to keep you close
I have it, I know what to do
I will have you marked into my skin
All red and feathered and alive
A way to show the world you are still here
Angels singing in the breeze,
Bubblegum flavored cotton candy ,
Candles made from drippings,
Dog moons are eclipsing.
Elves in the foxglove,
Gloves on a horse
Hay sold in inches
Inchworms are jumping on Jimmy
Of course.
Japanese koi are obviously kicking
Kid goats are licking,
Lions meowing
Monarchs are napping,
Needles are ouch-ing
Oceans are pulling
Pipers are quip-ing
Quail are returning
Rabbits are stomping,
Silver pails thumping,
Turtles are racing in bright underwear.
Unicorns dance at a vampire fair
Voices are waking
Wind needs xeroxing
Xylophone choirs are nervously yelping.
Yellow is zipping
zebras arriving—
so is this helping?
I used to miss him, then I corrected my aim.
I used to love him, but he lost that game.
I used to want him, but now that he’s gone
I am happier without than with him.
I lost the one I thought I would love
Forever and a day.
I gave it my all, had a ball
And then he walked away.
“Don’t let the door hit ya’
Where the good Lord split ya’”
I hollered at his retreating back.
He turned around and stared
Thinking I cared
I blew a kiss, smiled and said, “See ya!”
Meeting someone in one’s life
Communing anew to illuminate
Garnering much so divine
Grasping every lessons learned
Primordial undertaking truly diverse
Assimilate in depth and divide
Matching in river of adverse
Nothing me to subdivide
Formidability promoting
Commencing such tears
Adoring in the salient motioning
Nothing left for fears
Foregoing much in its severity
Drawing latent most in adversity
© Roy Mark Azanza Corrales 06082017 1:05 PM PST
He was phallus incarnate
rage and passion both carnal and sedate
his dance was of great rigour
but steeped in dew and ardour
no sarcasm, no guile
no details of cunning kind
only the pure blue feelings
stuck in his throat
he danced for days on end
and gained thus a reputation
for being and becoming
creation and adoration
his dance is the thunder
wearing anklets
his song the rain
soaking earth
a vast populace
opens its hearts
to his passion’s
ritual insinuatiion
the drum-beats
are small
but his trishul long
three pronged he kills
love, lust and avarice
with his big feet dancing
to rhythm and beat
he births
love, desire and mavericks
You left your T-shirt here
I found a random strand of your hair last night
Every part of my house has a random reminder of you in it
I miss you and not in that creepy way that psycho Exes who only dated you for a month do
I just miss you.
You seem like you really wanted to talk but you responded to my Facebook message
I don’t want to read too heavy into this again
Oh crap.
There I go, parachuting, back into my crazy…
Is it late
or is it early?
the clock shows 12
midnight or noon?
I call it late
cause it’s dark
midnight
August monsoon rain.flooding my garden, that stormy evening and
I heard a loud cry of frogs in a festive mood of lovemaking
In a pool of water cascading towards a small stream.
My raincoats and boots are dripping, when I tried to check my garden flooded up to my waist
Thinking my vegetable garden was badly damage from the flood.
i hang my raincoat and left my wet boots outside
And went back to my kitchen to get hot water from my teapot.
The steam from the pot touched my elbow and left a red mark.
it warms my shivering body from cold after a cup of coffee.
iI returned upstairs to get a warm blanket and noticed my children are intact in bed.
I laid down to get some sleep but, it kept me awake all night,
Worrying about the tomatoes I have in my garden and are ready for harvesting.
At the break of dawn, I went out to check my garden and
Lo and behold, some tomatoes survive the floods area, while the rest are left rotten.
Picking ripe tomatoes are easy and it filled up my basket easily.
I heard a slurpy munching sound from the back of a tree,
A squirrel peculate and munching on my sweet tomatoes.
After preparing a canner, a jar and a lid to preserve my tomatoes,
I noticed a green speckled frog inside one of my jar,
mysteriously jumped inside the basket full of red and green tomatoes.
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