Dig Deep
You know it’s there
Look, search, find
Dig, dig deeper
Go within
Unearth the impossible
Go on, Dig Deep!
Scars – 24/24
I took down the for rent sign
My scars are no longer for sale
I use them as a ladder for when I visit hell
@ angel rosen
Such a bad poem. I tried. So tired.
hour 24 poem
wedding party downstairs..
i dream of peaceful nights
in my hotel room
FINAL POEM!!!! *O*
What do you say at the end of the day,
When the day’s work is done, but there’s no room for fun?
Birdsong is dying down, while the sun sets on this small town.
The day workers are heading home, telling their families of progress over the phone.
You walk in the door and loosen your tye, and for a moment you ask youself why.
But the excited chatter of your kids remind you, that they are the reason for all that you do.
Pick-Me-Up
Addicted to the 1st time
Mind has since been blown
Feening for a new high
Cause life feels too low
Stress over what is
Pain from the past
A temporary numbing
Won’t last but I need it fast
Madness has taken it’s course
Spiraling out of control
Used to be functional
Before reason and I divorced
Slumber is all too simple
Appearance on the decay
But this lil pick-me-up
Gives sanity a chance
Hour 24: Elope
Kiss me now
And kiss me quick
Before my father sees
I love you dearly
But he clearly
Disagrees
Speak your love
And speak it fast
Before your mother hears
I have guessed
I manifest
Her fears
Say ‘I do’
And say it soon
Before they find us missing
We’ll be maligned
If they should find
Us kissing
Poem 20: The You Tube
Telling me to write a poem to a
YouTube song is about as useful
as telling me to stop loving you.
First of all, the damn ad comes on,
distorting from the get-go whatever
the song might have been. And
then the damn drums, like the
little boy who is supposed to play
for Jesus, but loud drums make
the baby cry, so what will we do
for a savior after that?
And what will we do, you and I?
Who will save us from what’s ahead,
the stove left on, the Silver Alert,
which we joke about, like its Florida’s
folly, but we both know we will need it
someday, if you get lost and I can’t find you,
on the way to Fort DeSoto or Sanibel. Who
will save us from this damn repetitive tune,
over and over again? I hope I’ll forget it
completely, today, this morning, before
breakfast, and not have it stuck in my head,
like “Three Times A Lady,” or God forbid,
“Come, they told me, pa rump a pum pum.”
(Hour 23) 8.30-9.30pm — #3 “Cup of Tea”
The sestina isn’t complete, so this placeholder will have to suffice.
#3
goodness me
dearie me
monkey on the tree
& one little flea
you and me
debbie mcgee
one more cup of tea
& i’m free (nearly)
& finally — the last for today, #37.
The end
The end
Virginia Carraway stark
It’s the end to All this
I’m glad I came Along
For the ride
Cuz it’s the end of All this
It wasn’t the best time
Or the first time
But it was a time
And I’m glad I saw it
Because otherwise
I never would have dreamt
That it all came down like this
It’s ok
Here we are
And after all this
I’m glad if the road we took to get here
Embrace
Your sweet kisses on my lips.
Your sweet love flow into my soul.
Making me feel like I am in heaven.
With your warm body wrap around mine.
In a sweet embrace.