24 Poems ~ 24 Hours
And we begin in a whole new way
Nothing will be gained from squeezing tired fruit
Allow the leaves to fall, the bark to flake and the roots to quietly continue to grow into earth
Everything is different every moment
That is the beauty of universal flow
Ah Ho
The End
Maybe the end is a beginning
since nothing ever stops.
Rocks are beehives of molecules
whirling, buzzing and circling.
Am I a hamster on a wheel?
See things I wanted to be
crumble like rock to sand
beside the sea.
Not noticing treasure chests
of red rubies and gold
handed to me
unknowingly.
Perhaps my sputtering jalopy
heading toward a cliff
will shape shift to Maserati
and race into the night
on my way to somewhere.
Never waste time being someone you’re not
Only accept a genuine love
Do not get lost in deception
In ones who lie in wait
Forever playing fools game
Thinking ally in those who love
Be not leery of my intentions
For my character is true
I am deserving of much more
Than your opinion of me
You see me I will rise
I have been wronged, I have been spoken about, I have been deceived
But I will rise
You see me
I see me and I can and you can
Rise up to a better you to a version of you that no one has seen
I will rise from the ashes like a Phoenix
I will rise for tommorow , for ever
Words will never hurt me and my actions will deem me
I will rise will you rise?
Outside my ancestral home,
I revisit those memories of childhood,
Clink of my anklets in the yard,
Pumping out water from the well,
Our endless giggles as we play,
Chasing the colourful kites
across the fence,
What I see now is an illusion
Everything wrapped in spider’s hammock,
Behind the rusted lock,
Still fresh are my memories,
My doll dressed in years of dust,
And the grandfather’s rocking chair,
Sip of the petrichor in my tea
And this dew upon the garden trees,
Everything has changed in real
But it’s still the same in my illusion!
I want to move
to the beat
of a lover’s
drum
the way it
runs through
the desert
and the way
it catches
in my throat
as my body
sways
and becomes
one with
the drum
mother
Africa
on my tongue
long legs
and gazelle
like dancing
in a world
where only
music is life
and magic
means murders
are meaningless
and a matters
movement
is unnecessary
because all living
things are necessary
for the circle
to continue
beat builds
i am caught off
guard at the solo
performed
starring me
center stage
and in action
full of promise
and long-lasting
every eye
catches the drift
of my movement
the ease
at which I get
into it
and then
when the end
seems near
I pick it up
drop it back
and bring forth
the rear
gyrating to love
on the floor
in the middle
of nowhere
acknowledging
no one
and nothing
but life
in the sound
of drum
FJ original 2016
if what I said hurt, if what I said felt worse than me speaking of the rich, if what I said about the ghetto was unexpected and unacceptable then why on earth do you agree with me when I speak the same harmful words of the rich… Where is freedom for my words and justification for yours…
~ebony
here we go!
Neighbors
Indifferent cardinals
Flashing crimson appear
Not realizing the
Fuss they cause
Jays come with business
On their minds
Owning branches
Screeching orders
Hospitable chickadees
Enjoy their reputation
Seemingly good-natured
Ready for their close-up
Yellow finches commute
Invisible highways
Tirelessly darting
Their details blurred
Monotone woodpeckers
Reveal red dashes
Gossip too loudly
With mouths full
Day and neighbors depart
As hectic bats arrive
To clear the air
Then linger ’til dawn
No space
Condensing
More space than I need
Too much to feel comfortable
It’s narrow
The ceiling too low
These oddly shaped spaces
I can never sleep.