24 Poems ~ 24 Hours
We spent our time watching,
Watching the threat.
We sat across the expanse waiting,
Vying for an upper hand.
And our watching became worship,
Worship of the threat,
Our attention rapt,
Till it became some backwards rapture.
Only once our vision was bleached by the sun,
Did the spell break,
And we were free to walk away,
And no threat followed,
But crumbled instead.
Once we were just friends
Though it seems so long ago
Our laughter was contagious
Our happiness on overflow.
Once we were great lovers
Our passion rivaled the gods
We reveled in our differences
And loved against all odds.
Once we were excellent partners
Our base was absolute trust
Our disagreements vanished quickly
Our mutual respect transcended lust.
Now two children later
Our differences have sprung anew
We both keep one eye open
In hopes of a better view.
Despite it all one memory remains
And constantly does offend
We were so very happy once
Once when we were just friends.
Hello Love- Poem 2 by Ingrid
Hello Love…
Are you listening,
to my tender words
which seem to
be crytaling?
Falling fast
Against your door
I stand beside you
Wanting more.
Hello Love…
Are you listening?
I forgot where we were.
Confused by
growing anger
now, what is
the cure?
Hello My Love,
Are you listening
Can you hear my heart beat
quickening?
Its rhythm jumps
with your
desire
Only You
can Inspire.
Hello Sweet Love,
Are you listening?
You alone can
tame my soul
gentle words
loving glances
lingering gestures
second chances.
Hello Love,
Let’s bathe in this,
Summer Light!
Your warming
breezes that
whisper words
of love
tonight.
Hello My Love,
Let this feeling
of love
wrap itself
around you.
Let my words soothe
and
bring peace
to you.
Hello My Love
Now you are
listening.
And,
new beginnings
are christening.
Millions particle dancing
is an understatement
how else is life on this planet?
So even though across the world
thoughts too are flying
I write many days,
Overwhelmed with thoughts,
Spilling out secrets too big for paper,
Crying out pain never spoken to close loves.
I dare not lie from my mouth,
Yet my pen understands my exaggerating cries.
Then one day,
An awesome challenge falls in my lap,
Waiting to held,
Overflowing with opportunity,
Suddenly I wake up surprised,
Realizing I was dreaming,
It all felt real,
The dream was so exciting,
It all happened while I slept.
I reached for my pen,
Suddenly nothing,
Absolutely nothing comes out…
Ahhhhh…OMG!
All this tension over a damn poem!
When I see you my life smiles
I may never say it, but my life starts with you.
Speechless love, innocent seduction
Boundless in our affections
Not sure if I told you, but I love you
I stand guard over our passion wishing it would last and wishing … You would come back to me
You’re so close yet so far
I feel like I’m protecting what once existed and standing guard to be re enlisted in our love
Come back
So close. So far. I’m here.
Can you hear me?
On my knees screaming at the top of my lungs, yet completely silent
I’m dying for you.
Chapter 2: The Call
They’d brought a woman to the highest tower and we’d gathered to watch like it was a show.
They’d said she was the heir and exile, the last of the bloodline with claim to the throne.
Truth be told
This was the third woman exiled as the last heir
The third iteration of a lost daughter found.
They neglect to mention that there had been two daughters – sisters –
Who’d escaped that night.
Perhaps
To speak of her is to conjure her again
To make her vulnerable.
Let her be forgotten and live.
The mage stands hooded, calm.
The orator rallies the crowd with cries of “Our King!” “His Omnipotence!”
The woman trembles.
Amidst the fanfare and before the executioner can slip the noose around her neck
She leaps.
There once was a man who desperate for rain.
For his parched garden drove him quietly insane.
Along came a monsoon
which he thought was a boon.
But it washed both his house his garden down the drain.
I am the soul of war
a dance of angels cast down
for the purchased promises of tomorrow
I am the blood of the innocents
and the vanquished
and the victorious
sanguine sacrifices for change
I am the spirit of your disease
a trinket in your pocket thought valuable
withheld through greed
I am the dead transformed
into parables
into saintly memorials
sanguine sacrifices for change
I am the price of your religion
gold piece of thirty for redemption
and sought after forgiveness
I am your sons and daughters
reaping your fruit
reaping the spoils
sanguine sacrifices for change
I am the wisdom of death
a catalyst for redistribution
the rekindling of dreams
I am salvation’s whore
forging determination
forging the sword
sanguine sacrifices for change
I am the purveyor of fear
a seed furtively planted long ago
GMO eternally adulterated
I am the history of humanity
seeking homage
seeking sustenance
sanguine sacrifices for change
I am your submission
a prayer to oil and resources
feeding the frenzy of excess
I am the cleansing
remorseless
relentless
sanguine sacrifices for change
I am the soul of war
a windstorm of ingrained malevolence
unbiased and utilitarian
I am the consequence
the end
the beginning
the sanguine tomb of mankind
~chowilawu~
every single day we chase it , then the day passes,
going to our jobs, taking some extra classes,
making promises to our loves ones, we will see you soon,
sounds so very easy, it may be easier to go to the moon.
every day begins with goals and promises of a new start for the day,
some things are easier said than done, with the things we say,
we must try to keep things simple, for things that begin will end,
love and happiness is most important, when time runs out my friend.
time will not stop for anyone, nor will it slow down for any,
it will keep us running, and run out to fast for many,
so use your time wisely , be kind and loving to everyone,
live to be stress free, and before time runs out, have fun.