24 Poems ~ 24 Hours
It is elemental
My inner fire breathes me awake
I will now journey across land and sea
Sipping the air
as I bring words summoned from my soul
Through my fingers
To the blank pages before me
A new succulent journey of self
Of Creativity
Worlds created and manipulated
I dream in shattered waves
My lungs filled with fire
A breath of life begins
The earth rises up to meet me
Poetry Marathon has begun
Grown Children
Hear, where I lay,
eyes open, should be sleeping;
thinking of children gone, grown, but mist remains.
I got it wrong, I got it right, back and forth all through the night.
Stop this madness.
Nowhere it goes.
It is done.
Just watch and wait.
Open gate.
Open heart.
Open ears.
Open mind.
They are still, ever and always, mine.
– Mary-Jeanne Smith
It would be cliche to say that we fit together
Like a puzzle piece
But i dont know how else to decscribe the way
Our bare bodies mesh and melt
Fingers interlocked
Like your lips on mine
Our limbs tangled,
pulling eachother closer
Feeling your anatomy mixing with mine
It would indeed be a cliche
But baby, we fit together so well
As we sat in front of each other
Our eyes stuck on each other
I could feel the warmth of fire
The way our hands touched each other
His cool breath came as a wind
When we hugged, and I flew like a leaf
As earth he supported me
Even when my feet were not on the ground
And I was held high in his arms
As a twig in the river, I went with the flow
Holding his hand, and now I dont want to stop.
Oh, captivating beauty
You are grand
You are wonder of nature
Your beauty
is incomparable
and unique
Bare and untouched
In you is
All creation!
Divine mixed
Fire, water, air
and than you
Emerged from
Earth
You are the
Feminine power
Rising from ashes
You are the source
To balance and unite
You are ” You”
But in you
Is everything
You are the
Infinite source
Of strength and compassion
In every woman
in the delivery room,
my heartbeat goes up, and then down,
in pain, yet I smile,
in few seconds, blossoms a new life.
I hold you in my arms,
and embrace you tightly to my heart,
sometimes, I see you in the moonlight,
at times – in the sunlight.
I kiss your little feet,
rub my cheek against your cheek,
I ask myself, endless times,
whether you really look like me?
you keeping looking at me,
hold my finger in your fist,
and lick my lips – now and then,
maybe that’s the birth of new life!
PS: Life or human body’s existence is due these four elements – earth, water, fire and wind. Birth defines the existence and significance of these elements. My poem aims to highlight the birth of a new life!!
Though the dragons may be gone
The princesses all rescued
And once shining armor becomes dulled and corroded
Still, heroes live on.
The live of a hero is one of passion and courage.
My soul sings for romance,
My heart beats for passion.
Chivalry may die,
But so long as I still stand,
Heroes will live on.
Pale and slightly sticky
is the ground beneath my feet.
Creatures swarm around me,
with whom I barely relate.
There is a cold season, and
a warmer one, smells like springtime.
No, they’re not seasons but
rather sectors or states.
The society, here, works
within a somewhat familiar hierarchy.
With servers and the served,
prejudices ruling the day.
As I check out, I glance,
once more, at this consuming universe.
Despite my loathing, I’ll be back
for more groceries.
Zillion of years ago
Taking meds was not a likely habit, even when sick
I could not take them, even the littlest of them
they should be pounded to smithereens,
put in a tablespoon with some water, and voila!
I’d rather accept the pill’s after-taste
than take it as it is, in its glorious form.
Our Dad used to give us vitamins to take
Faked taking it in, then take it out again
(until it discolored) then to the trash bin.
Or had to pretend I took it then, again,
flush it to the commode.
Dad, the Doubting Thomas, did the unthinkable
Ensuring the pill entered my body,
by not leaving my side until the deed is done. Bright!
Oh how I hate meds!!
The Pill took it all in stride
Little by little, it wormed unto my system by way of
a pulled tooth? a menstrual cramp? birth control?
thyroid removal? and arthritic attack?
I cannot say no to the Pills nowadays
I came to realize their uses, their purpose, their aim
Bowing to the big P
Accepted that they’re here to stay (I have 6 of them regularly)
Humbly and graciously…
when the earth is parched.
Raging infernos dance
carried onward by her breath.
A home in ruins
where once children played.
Dreams are displaced,
to evolve in a new place.
Fresh showers clean
burnt embers of the past.
A promise of the next life,
in pools left behind
by those who would fight.