24 Poems ~ 24 Hours
i skipped continents
oceans
traversed the globe away from u
yet u remained
like an incessant bug
in the deep recesses
of my mind,
my heart..
i cannot escape
the hold i let you have over me
that would mean
giving up
the entire pretext of you
and i do believe
your reflection
your thought
that pretext
may well worth be
more valuable than you..
in the bare minimum –
it’d never ever
lemme go..
so you opened the door
your front door
busy street
busy park
busy night
you opened your front door
wearing nothing but a hockey jersey.
and maybe your heart on your sleeve.
and maybe your glasses.
but maybe not.
Friendship is a way of life, it happens for a reason.
It crosses all lines and is in every season.
It loves and cares, it hopes and shares.
It moves and dances, it gives second chances.
It hopes and dreams, it last forever it seems.
And even through goodbyes, the friendships never dies.
Finished the half marathon. Good luck to the marathon poem writers. I don’t think I could ever do that. I added a 13th poem this last hour. It is a revision of a previous poem. I wrote about food and restaurants. I told my husband today that I couldn’t make food because I was too busy writing about it. I’m going to go eat, now.
As I walk through life’s journey Through the Great Divide.
Alone I will go down that wooded path that is supplied.
Waters be still
Mountains run High
A beautiful Journey through this life called
The Great Divide
Mountains to climb
rough areas to go
but I walk by faith
and victory overflows
Sometimes I must swim
through the beauty below
Walking on water by faith
as I go
So many things to say
through this journey called life. The only way to see it is to walk the Great Divide.
Against the inky canopy, stars flicker as if winking at an unseen moon
Flicker in their death throes across the vast expanse of time
One final burst of light to greet the coming dark
One final farewell before black engulfs the sky
Their dying light echoes, relecting off ripples in black lake waters,
Ripples that slowly stretch from shore to shore,
Fragments of energy ever dissapating
Ever weakening till the surface becomes still as the sky above
All is quiet now, the glory of silence permeates the landscape,
The stillness settling panic in prey
Settling malevolent urges in nocturnal winged predators
Water and sky,
Mouse and owl,
Man and beast,
The symphony of nature itself revels in the serenity of night
In my spare time And time won’t be a problem
I do my favorite thing And stare at the moon
The moon’s beauty is unexplanable
In all its glory One can stare lovingly
And a lake of emotions will flow Without panic
Just pure bliss Just pure bliss.
Why every summer is there is bloodshed in the streets?
We have to go on to our parties, weddings, and vacations.
Another birthday to celebrate, as we hug our families extra tight.
Just another day in the middle east, east coast, west coast fight.
We go on to our parties, weddings, and vacations.
Celebrating, we hug our family’s extra tight, Down South, Up North, nowhere to run from the pain of the reality.
Just another day in the battle ground between east and west
It may not be your reality or mine, but it is happening all the time.
Nowhere to run from the pain of the times that we are living in.
They have no memory of the past,
It may not be your reality or mine, but it is happening all the time.
They fill our minds with promises they cannot keep and yet we follow like sheep.
They have no connection to the past,
Perhaps we will be the ones to shatter the mold without being bought or sold.
They fill our minds with ideas that have no real value and yet we still follow.
It is more than absurd how far we have come not as a creed, but as a civilization.
Perhaps we will be the ones to shatter convention and reinvent our intention.
We are the makers of our destiny, this is in our control if only we work harder than the rest.
It is more than absurd how far we have come not only as a people, as a nation; let’s strengthen the congregation.
It’s time to reinvigorate the hearts & minds of those willing to reflect and end the contention with positive intervention.
Every summer there is blood spilled in the streets.
i was once winged
no ties no tags
no loose ends
rather free
now tied and tagged
i’m obsessed
i’d rather be free
but i’m fried and weak
i’m quite obsessed
as if entranced
i’m close to weak – yet
i can taste moksh
i’m in a trance
like an acid high
but i wanna have moksh
leave your memory – high and dry
Lying awake late into the night
I contemplate this day in my life
Tremendous low ebb, fantastic heights
Blending the lines between joy and strife.
My thoughts rush on in free flight
This way and that, what can I reason?
Then the hint of nature’s true might
A new beginning, a new season.
Calming as the rhythmic lapping on the lake shore
Spare breezes fondling the turning leaves
A canopy of stars strengthen some more
The rising moon romantic dreams it weaves
Glory to love, let it soar!