24 Poems ~ 24 Hours
Little dove
Don’t worry about your destination
Your wings are strong enough
Despite what you’ve been told
You carry the weight of the universe
In your feathers
Yet the upward motion comes
As easy as the rising sun
Little dove
All will be well
Despite what the news projects
You carry the potential for peace
In your beating heart
Don’t let the world bring you down
You belong in the clouds
Dear Technology,
I know I love you but I hate you just the same
Because you aid me everyday but I hear some news of shame
Things you made easy are made lost far quickly
I love you but I hate you I’m so torn can’t you see
I know you are good but I know you too are bad
You connect people who are apart and part those close at hand
Products come so quick yet quick too they ran out
You are good yet you are bad you cause my broken heart
You are like “black and white”
You are like “near or far”
You are like “hot and cold”
Or an angel in disguise
You are like “sinner or a saint”
You are like “angel or a devil”
You are like “soft and hard”
Cause of you I feel bad
But you are the “drink moderately” in every liqour
You are the “danger to the health” in every puffing pack
I will take you in moderation, little by little, drop by drop
Then maybe I will love you with all of my heart.
Love,
Naida N. Supnet
August 14, 2016
1:37 am
Don’t leave me out,
I am part of the celebration too,
Don’t leave me out,
Because when they hurt,
I hurt too.
I am only a child,
Yet I bear the pressure,
The pressure of being a preacher’s kid,
I see the laboring,
The time spent,
Interceding relentlessly,
For the body of believers,
Yet they still care for me.
I am the twinkle in their eye,
The best gift they ever received,
And no matter where they are,
They’ll always think of me!
Don’t forget about me,
Although my steps maybe small,
I am the fiercest of them all,
Walking boldly in the foundation they have laid for me,
Not afraid to ask God for anything! While they look after you,
I ask God to let mommy and daddy rest too,
They are training me while I’m young,
So my anointing,
my Holy oil is strong!
Don’t forget about me,
As big or as little as I may be,
I was chosen,
To make them laugh,
To make them smile,
To brighten up the day,
When all they have done is cried.
I am a preacher’s kid,
Fulfilling my destiny,
Showering them with the love,
That only a child could give!
tekhne
the words
the carpentry
the structure of logic
the solid scaffold of grammar
this is the magic of technology
the texture, the well-wrought pattern
the weaving of poems
threads that support
the words
©Ardelle Hollis Ray
I love to watch the crime shows,
It’s so intense.
I like the guys in uniforms and who carry guns and badges,
It really makes no sense.
I live to watch it everyday or as much as I can,
To see the brain and braun of a good looking man.
Yes, I hear you…
Playing that crap so loud.
No respect for a neighbor…
In these new age times.
No, I’m not really old…
Love that good old rock and roll;
Just not mixed with your anthem;
Of a different time or culture.
Why do you play it so loud?
Making you and your children…
Suffer with the ringing ears!
And me too, you fool!
If I hear it in my crib…
And I never use that word:
I heard it on your rap…
Like it was in my room!
Turn it up louder…
You are in for it!
Out comes my karaoke…
And my singing . . .
My screaming . .
Into a microphone and amp;
“Hit Me With Your Best Shot“!
Just for you…
And thank to Heart
“If Looks Could Kill”
Haha, you’re now dead!
If not my singing voice;
Maybe face-melting rock!
Now, have some fucking respect!
Turn down the music…
The music I did not buy;
The music I did not choose…
I don’t live in a damn club!
SHUT THE FUCK UP!!!
>> My anthem to neighbors who love to play their music so loud, it sounds like it’s in my room! <<
Give me earth on hands,
Streaked on faces,
Give me soot from a cooking fire,
Give me stitching what’s been torn.
Let me move the elements of the Earth,
Which still make up this body.
We are fading away into the virtual.
Why ever would we seek to lose the caressing of the air on our skin,
Sweat breaking there,
Why ever would we choose to wipe our minds clean,
Like old hard drives,
Of ancient knowledge earned at such a cost?
Back in the day I had to put this pen to paper just to tell you that I love you
Now I can just send a text
I used to wait for my grandma to get off of the phone
so that I could dial into the internet
Now we are consumed by bluetooth
wireless headset and handsfree devices
Technology has taken over our lives
Children don’t talk to parents
husbands don’t talk to wives
but what we once we lived without
we surely can’t live without it……
I wake up
Not knowing what day it is
Am I to get ready for
Am I to get to chores
I lay here, confused
But my first thought is
Let’s relieve my bladder
No toilet paper?
Splash warm water in my face
I drooled extra today
The peasy crown on my head
The mirror doesn’t lie
A camera always flips the pic
Fifty students in each section
and three such sections in the class
With tears in their eyes, shake
each other’s hands and hug tight
As standard ten comes to a close
and high school opens its door
They know they will separate,
unsure when they will meet next
For nearly fifteen years they were together,
where will life take, each of them, in future?
That was the question foremost in their minds,
they walked into the mist that life had in store
Fifteen years later…
They have come together with the help
of Facebook, Whatsapp, LinkedIn, Instagram
They look different, they have stories to share
Yet, they bond with each other, as if never apart
Their dream to stay in contact has come true
Technology, man’s progression, bridges the miles