24 Poems ~ 24 Hours
Be the serpent, bite the apple
Cast from chapel
Take knowledge in
There is no sin
Be the snake and swallow your tail
Your own self brail
Never to mourn
Ever reborn
Be the dragon in the ocean
Ceaseless motion
Embrace the earth
To life give birth
Dear Cody,
I regret to inform you that despite your best efforts to maintain and nourish your rational thinking capacities, we in the brain department have decided our time here would be better spent exploring the more fluid and chaotic morass of the subconscious, as it requires a more relaxed approach unconstrained by the limitations of linear thought. Therefore, from here on, we hereby declare an immediate and total suspension of all normal brain activity associated with clear thinking, logical processes and ask that you direct any further inquiries of this nature to our technical department, located in the spleen. We appreciate your cooperation and hope you will refrain from overexerting our synaptic network this way in the future.
Sincerely,
Your Brain
P.S. Your intestinal flora has also requested that you stop drinking so much coffee and perhaps eat a salad, as the Skittles content of your lower intestine is reaching critical levels and may cause rainbow flatulence.
Dear Monster
Dear Monster Girl, let nothing hold you back;
with hard work, you can realize your dreams.
Sometimes the best defense is to attack,
and many times you’ll paddle hard upstream.
True love’s a mystery (a well known fact).
Remember human hearts are not machines
and broken hearts are actually still intact,
so please, don’t let another steal that gleam.
Try not to let regret invade your soul –
a bigger waste of time you’ll never know.
When life throws you a curve, just tuck and roll,
and if your muse calls to you, you follow.
My love is yours, if life is good or bad,
I’m always here for you. I love you, Dad.
Dear Love,
I wonder how you got that scar?
And why you are so very far.
Do you ever think of me, my love?
I know I think of you, my knight.
You invade my thoughts during the day,
And haunt my dreams in the night.
I wait with lacking patience,
Till we meet again, my love.
I’ll hold you close to my heart,
And pray that time passes quickly.
Stay safe and out of harm, my love.
~N.
Dear Poems,
You lied to me
You swore this would be easy
That you would be here
In my darkest hours
That I would find solace in your simple rhythm
Your joyful rhyme
Your melodious metaphor
your stunning simile
But after 21 hours
you are like the lover
That will not leave
You want breakfast and cuddles
You want my full attention
For me it is just word porn now
You toy with me
I indulge you
But I get nothing in return
My back aches, my head pounds
Yet still you demand
I can barely think
But you want more, much much more
You want all of me
Until my brain shrivels
And my fingers flail about
You own me
You miserable miser of misery
Poetry
It will do you good they said
And now I stand on the streetcorner
begging the muses for a morsel
Anything to get me through
Poetry
Keep it away from your children
And your grandmother
It will do you no good
In the dead of night
When your eyes want to close
And turn it to prose
But the poem, just badgers
And commands
A demanding lover til the bitter caustic end
Dear me,
You are love and you are loved.
Always remember this,
never let anyone convince you any different.
With love from
-The Brand New Brave Me.
Dear 19 year old anxious me,
Let go of trying to control everything,
Stop overthinking and worrying yourself crazy,
Calm down love
why in such a hurry?
Breathe in, Breathe out.
Embrace the chaos,
Embrace the mess you are,
for it is art.
Trust the process.
Love from the
still anxious future you.
Dear 18 year old heartbroken me,
Sometimes it’s not meant to be
and you will have to make peace
with this fact…
I know it’s a hard pill to swallow and
sometimes you meet the most unforgettable people
at a hellish time with whom you create the most beautiful spontaneous memories.
They are meant to guide you through
keeping you company while you walk the fire.
Life is a bitch like that way.
From the future you,
who still hasn’t got over him.
Dear 21 year old me,
You’ll get there eventually..
Trust me, I’ve been there,
and after it’s done you’ll love
what you have become,
because of the ups and downs.
.-Love
Future you
PS: I
am from the future and I promise it’s worth it..
I have known women
who could be
classified as animals;
tigers, panthers, mama bears.
Fortunately I never dated a snake
and avoided most of the cougars.
Most.
There were others who were cat-like,
reflexively, flexibly, stealthy. Fiesty.
Or exotic creatures.
As a younger man, I appreciated the
personification of men and women
as hunters and hunted,
aggressive and voracious.
Domestication of said animals said less
about my maturity than I would think.
Experience now tells me
the only animals I need compare others to
are those that they are; proud, daring
creatures of their own design
Mark L. Lucker
©2016
Oh you want my cooperation
Pardon me, I have an obligation
To define me and my situation
Use my free will and imagination
To be unique me, not an imitation
So no, you can’t have my dedication
My dearest Mandy,
You’ve come through so much clouded hell.
Through darkness, you’ve learned to love
In the light, over looking mountains of perceptions. In limited realities.
Footprints on the shore, leaving your imprints
Washed away
By the sands of time
You are a sweet smelling rose,
In the misty morning dew.
Surviving, thriving, blossoming.
Let you’re petals
Continue to unfurl
Let the universe
Deliver
The dreams of your soul.
Thanks for letting me in.
Love always,
💕 poetess
©2016 Amanda Potter
