24 Poems ~ 24 Hours
A baby Platypus that needs to be adopted,
Should be adopted,
To a good looking and funny boy,
Who is the son of smart woman.
The Platypus is a shy animal.
It needs to be loved unconditionally to be brought out of its shell,
Even though it doesn’t have a shell,
Except before it is born and is in an egg.
A Platypus may also need an Otter for a companion.
It was over between them.
(but was it?)
Over before it began.
Middle bits, so sticky and fun!
Before the Beginning?
The End had Begun…
I am enormous and majestic. People wear my image as a symbol of wisdom. In Hinduism I am divine. Often mistreated by man. Kidnapped by from my homeland to be used for the amusement of humans in the circus. Abused. My habitat being infiltrated by man.
Poached for my ivory. Becoming an endangered species. My memory is long. I get angry and I am able to kill. Very intelligent am I, and strong. We have a matriarchal society, and have an emotional bond with one another. I am magnificent. I am the elephant
snow leopard
as silent as the northern steppes,
as mysterious as the barren mountain,
the snow leopard crosses into dusk,
its tail curved behind it.
©Ardelle Hollis Ray
I drew the lines from memory,
tactile impressions etched in hours, days of fingertips tracing,
longing to navigate the depth of her solution,
lost within the maze of replication and ink and flesh
She claimed her birthright of goddess
and I allowed her my admiration without hesitation
Inside the heart of the nurturer being
Outside the marvel of the world’s innate complexities
Warrior to Warrior, Soul to Vessel, Vessel to Soul
Salient spirits dancing in flesh and smoke rising in voice
spoken only in silent reflection and loving touch
Answers arriving before questions
Questions whispered on gathering breeze
We lay, basking in the glow of carnality, drawing lines,
aware the all we feel, imperative to relearn
in the highest places what is green is missing while
in the lowest places the green hangs lower still, lower than the
cow caught necking and not in the romantic picture that goes
viral all over the internet but with a virus that’s so subvirile even
the bull wouldn’t be caught dead knowing that giraffes
don’t neck, and don’t sleep much drowsing less than two hours a day,
savannah dwellers, whisper yellers, and still the fellers
bachelor herds
the only animal known for its neck and heck that virus check reveals
all is weller in the necking world of savannah dwellers even when there’s
a bottle neck in the safari industry the wake up call will always be the green
possibility of seeing giraffes neck high in the wild
Blood lay scattered
On a sacred ground
Such a destruction
Never seen around
Lakhs of dead bodies
Look up in heaven
Standing in the middle
Was a group of seven
Five brothers in unity
While a cousin stand alone
The incarnation of Lord
Says the fighting stays on
Oath must be kept
To bath in the blood
Justice would be served
Of the pride dragged through mud
A long fight
A chapter’s attack
In the biggest fight ever
Tricks did not lack
Who is the winner
In the chaos of ever
Those who started with tricks
Or the ones who took truckmaster’s cover
That day Death came
On the holy grounds
And later it picked
Everyone story bound
Mahabharata, where no one was right and everyone wrong.
Trapped in reality,
Feeling like a prisoner,
I work so hard
Trying not to be broke,
Only to realize I work hard to be unfortunate.
Trapped in my thoughts,
They own me,
Guiding me in directions I never knew existed.
Trapped in love with a man
I couldn’t love even
If life was all it took to admit it.
Trapped in struggles that
Define the strength in me,
It needs no honor,
Just my undivided attention.
Trapped like a dragon in a bottomless pit,
Trapped like a bird
In a darkened cage,
Trapped outside reality,
Just trapped.
A cat on a pedestal,
Paws tucked under smokey sholders.
Her eyes are closed in serenity, her body completely relaxed
Yet beneath her calm exterior lies a predator poised and ready to strike.
At a moments notice she leaps into action,
Springing down to earth to catch her prey.
A leaf penetrated by claws deep, and
It’s over, the cat is once again asleep.
Our Two Rescues
We love our rescues, Qatar and Blacky.
Qatar came from a local rescue.
She is a terrier mix, part miniature Manchester terrier, and part who knows what.
She is mama’s girl, a snuggler who makes you earn her love.
She doesn’t warm up to everybody, but when she does, she’s your lap buddy for life.
She sleeps in our bed (only after I ask her, “You wanna go night night?),
and snuggles up under the blankies with us.
Blacky was a street dog who started following us on our nightly walks.
He was such a skinny little guy, so we started taking little pieces of bologna with us.
Eventually, his trust grew, and he allowed us to pet him, and then he became part of our family.
Six months of heartworm treatment and regular feedings, he is now a healthy black shining beauty, who smiles when he runs.
He’s dad’s boy and takes every chance to love on him.
We love our babies, rescue organizations, and responsible pet parents who spay and neuter.