24 Poems ~ 24 Hours
Dedalus’ Flight
It is not worth staying back
For my church, my family and my country
Or the moocow coming down the road
To meet me …
The artist in me craves for freedom
What if there are stubbles of beards on my face
I no longer wet the bed.
After the horizons set
The pastels will rise with me
To overwhelm the dead sun
Going round and round my life
Past and present.
Hour 16
Spidey my Spidey
You will never know how much I miss you
Spidey my Spidey
Why did you have to go?
Leaving me here wondering
Whether you’re alive or eaten or squashed
Spidey my Spidey
I love you so
The road home is dusty,
and along the way,
lives a horrible woman
I must pass everyday.
My dog is my best friend,
who brightens my day,
my witch of a neighbor tried to take him away.
He returned swiftly,
yet I know she’ll be back,
so hastily I tossed some things in a pack.
While life’s storms can knock us down,
might be right around the bend,
brighter days may be beyond it,
perhaps a stranger becomes a friend.
Not all roads are dusty,
and we can learn along the way,
that the color lives inside us,
it’s just our filter that is gray.
Though our lives have many chapters,
it’s finding strength when we feel weak,
that can help us better understand
that our past was really not that bleak.
We learn from knowing others
that everyone has things they lack.
One can’t just run away from problems,
Aunt Em, I’m coming back!
I wonder if I would
Have taken seriously
Any of the Faerie News Network's
Wolf Sightings?
The Three Pigs took the worst of it, Im sure
Though they did lose a straw house and a stick hut
At least we have each other though
I do admit if Grandmother doesn't move over,
I'm scratching my way out of this wolf's belly asap!
Who wants to be reminded
that you’re getting on age?
That you’re lots and lots older now,
from the day you were born?
From a very active lifestyle
To a humdrum existence
To a recurring sore knees
To an unclasped fists
To memories left outside the door
To undecided steps?
From pigging out to minimalist food intake?
From rare headache pill to multiple maintenance?
From a multi-tasker to a “one-at-a-timer” please?
From infinitesimal sensitivity
To a “cry me a river” scenario?
From an unstoppable flicks watching and
insatiable book reading
To a bespectacled, myopic-eyed self?
From a more than 10 hours sleep
To a 5 or a blinker?
Who would?
Not I said the “Bornee”
Not I said the “Celebrator”
Not I said the “Septuagenerian-NOT”!
Age is just a number, really
Dance and sing to your heart’s content
Eat everything else, remember,
you have your maintenance
Getting old? It’s all in the Mind!
Enjoy to the fullest..
So Happy birthday to you, you Gorgeous, Pretty,
Sexy ME!!!
The future was unclear for you and I
Sometime bright sometimes dull each time we look
Together may be a good idea to go into
The Jungle the wilderness forever hand in hand in my
Old Satria Neo
For this and the future let’s raise our glass
(Last words taken from “I Look Into My Glass” by Thomas Hardy)
Singing, trouncing, pounding tables,
goblets splash mead on caked mud.
Who are these creature who swear
God’s face they deign is theirs?
How could they be so bold when I,
and all I sired, eat men like sows?
I chomp their bones to hear them cry,
Call me ogre, call me son of Cain.
Too late your words, feeble weapons,
are no match for my teeth.
Come charge me, you sons of Hrothgar,
who will protect you?
My life’s a charm you can’t defeat,
so bleed, be quick my mother’s feast.
Hear me, Geat, come take a stab,
I’ll give you a running start.
By darkest skies, you’ll see the light,
Take my claw, I’ll help you up.
“You’ll be together forever.”
Here lies the soul of a good man,
the best of them all.
And though he was cursed with seeing death,
I loved him as a son.
His name was Odd Thomas,
and he’s gone to his Stormy girl,
though I miss him terribly,
I know he’s fine, way above.
Fully smooth and fully blue,
that’s my boy.
And when I too am finally gone,
I hope I may see him too.
Children in raincoats
Eating steamed tomatoes
And putting frogs in jars
Innocence is a mystery.
