24 Poems ~ 24 Hours
Who knows? God may relent and change his mind; Jonah 3:9
morning does not bother
to say hello,
jostles me, interrupts
my dream
what it was
I wanted to do
did I hope to
smite my enemies
sleep with Jezebel
follow Boaz to new land
now just mixed up phrases
unfocused,
not caffeinated
jobless
hopeless
trying out new sounds
who best to be my guide
shaggy dog
yellow stop
who knows
The Pages are so smooth
They too want to get drenched in words.
The pen glides in compassion
Wants to bleed all the pain,
wants to dance a lot in joy!
The mind is busy,
It doesn’t want any thought to be missed out,
Calling each and everyone,
Knocking even the farthest doors of memories.
My Heart?
Oh! its just sitting inside
Quietly,collecting his belongings
Observing everything.
Today, they all promised
They will help me cleanse
The Soul,
The eyes,
The dreams,
The Life!
I could not
hold my tongue
or
watch my mouth.
The temptation was too great!
I could not be
still as a house
or
quiet as a mouse.
Because I was five, or ten, or thirty
I could not
think before I acted
or
use my head.
In fact, it’s clear now that
I did not
would not
could not
check myself
so I
wrecked myself.
Like the sun that sets for a day’s end
Like the leaves that fall down the bend
Like the rains that fall when it can’t hold
Yes, to bid and to end is a move so bold.
For the sun should be out for the moon to be seen
And the leaves should fall for new ones so clean
And the rains should fall to wipe away the tears
Yes, to bid and to end will welcome new cheers
So if it’s time for my life to take it’s final bow
I will walk gracefully and I will show you how
How I faired in this world with my poems and my verse
And enjoy your applause which I know ain’t rehearsed
So the life I have borrowed I’ll return to the Boss
And I hope I could get a high-sounding “kudos”
Thanks to you thanks to you I have had a good one
With my man with my child and my poems that are fun.
Time.
Time is the fastest runner in this world.
I tried to chase it,
I tried to outran it,
But, this routine of mine just seem so absurd.
Time.
Time has a bad habit of leaving people behind.
One moment you’re floating together in its flow,
The next thing you’ll know, you’re unclasped out of its bind.
Time.
Time has a way of making you nostalgic about the memories you want to forget.
Making you remember things you wish you had another chance to do,
And also those things that mark your regrets.
Time.
Time knows how to steal something away from you.
It forces you to move on and let go of things
You fought so hard to hold on to.
Time.
Time is the greatest enemy you’d have in the battlefield.
No matter how hard you fight against it,
At the end of the day, you’re still the one that is sealed with defeat.
Time.
Time took him away from me.
It took what we are,
And what we were supposed to be.
Time.
Time can’t heal all the wounds I am trying so hard to mend.
It just makes me feel the agony of pain longer.
That’s why the only thing want in this world is for time to just end. (more…)
I am sitting here in crab country waiting for the wind to subside.
The whitecaps on the saline bay waters shout, “Stay home.”
Blue claws smile. I frown.
Evidently there was mounts of history soiled to her clothing, repeated, unexpected loss… So she sat in darkness waiting for the crack to be sharp enough to inject, the needle shook faster than her own hand, where was the piece, the piece of injection that gave peace…
~ebony
Eyes meet across the room
Irises contracting in the light of fate
In one glance you lifted my gloom
And relieved my shoulders of all that weight
Awkward hello
A shy wave
Conversations start to flow
To your words, I became a slave
Say goodbye for tonight
“Be here next week if you can”
For farewell I did recite
Bye for now, question mark man
Meet again, we did
Closer this time
Butterflies I could not rid
But, loving him would be a crime
And I was the criminal
Arrested by my heart
A cage completely fictional
But he was such a work of art
Send me a text
We’ll talk, that’s the plan
What’ll come next
That’s up to question mark man
Turns out we are strangers
But we own the same soul
Our hearts are old friends
Who bear equal burden
One date later
We were quite smitten
But chaos bloomed
Nothing made sense
Another girl
One hard choice
Just stay friends
But for how long?
The passion died
Friendship faded
Your words cut me
I knew we were broken
But I was ok
Goodbye for now
Meet again if we can
We got lost somehow
But I’ll never forget you question mark man
Cosmic Joke
65,000 years ago
A star’s heart exploded,
Spreading the message of its death
In neutrinos and fire.
My husband was the first to know,
But never knew he knew,
Until the cosmic Humorist
Decided to tell him.
He has wondered over the years,
Yet avoids the answer.
What was the original joke
If he is the punch-line?
©Ardelle Hollis Ray
I wonder if its the end
As i clearly remember the first time we met
The first hug, the first kiss, the first dance
Still gives me butterflies in my stomach
The first time i saw you, the first touch of our hands, the first glance into each others souls,
Still give me goosebumps
I wonder if its the end
As the memories of us are still fresh as daisies
I wonder if its the end
As you may be far from my eyes but not my heart
I wonder if its the end
As i havent given up yet.