24 Poems ~ 24 Hours
I wish to thank the war horse
That is this body.
She does what I ask her to do.
She runs headlong into battles,
Bearing up against whatever onslaught
Into which I would dare urge her.
She will act in direct defiance
Of all her instincts,
Simply because I command it.
She will ignore self-preservation
And run towards canon fire,
With a tap of my heels.
She is stronger than I,
For any weakness is my own.
She is ever at the ready to carry me,
Whatever the campaign.
Falling endlessly
In and out
Breathing friendly
Grins about
Elegantly
Dreaming aimlessly
Spins a crowd
Helplessly
Through the eternal
Flight of love
Recommended as an, Angel dove
Remember the beginning
Every day was gold
Moments shared together
Every second – prized
Making time was easy
Because we were worth it
Each day passes swiftly
Realize that tomorrow may be too late
by Karen Sullivan
Form: Acrostic
It’s so early in the morning
or so very late at night
depending on perspective.
You offer to make coffee
as I feverishly write and post
write and post
write and post.
I lean over to kiss your shoulder
to thank you profusely
to love you
my moon and stars
You give me the visceral gift
of completing this small task
this loving offering
while naked.
Blue is the color
of my veins
clamoring to breathe
Blue is the color of his cheeks
as he struggles to
survive
Blue is the color
of the sea
so wide and deep
Blue is the color of the sky
its so high above
humandkind
In Maya’s words, “I’m a woman
Phenomenally”.
With her words
and in her bravado tones
She voiced that
it’s okay
to be a Phenomenal woman
in the world today
She raised the stakes
in such a phenomenal way…
I am phenomenally made
A phenomenal woman
I am
From the ways I walk
To how I talk
It is in the way
I carry myself
I embrace
What I was taught to hate
Phenomenal was she
Phenomenal is me
We are all phenomenal beings
Let me return to the subject of
you, Franz. Can I call you Franz?
Does Kafka fit the bill? Would K. suffice?
Even here, in asking your name,
I am riddled with useless questions,
pores sweating indecisiveness.
Franz? Franz. There can be no confusion.
I am here to relay you a message.
It’s certainly important, bears the seal
of the highest known authority.
Never mind the pain it’s caused you,
it will all be sorted out in time,
and anyway, the kind of trap we’re
born into, pain is inevitable.
I am no doctor, I am no pharmacist,
I cannot cure whatever may ail you,
I cannot cease the cough and hack
that plagues your every breath,
I cannot even stop the questions
leaking from my own mouth.
I am only here in the capacity of
a messenger, so here is where I say,
Franz, I must tell you, before
time runs out and sleep takes me,
I have a message for you dictated
from the inner folds of my cerebral tissue
and it has traveled endlessly
down fractioned neurons and through
reptilian brain, medulla, spinal cord,
back to nerves, to the mouth, to
my fingers, coming out all wrong,
no periods, all breaths no stops,
I must tell you the message, so you
can stop dreaming at your window,
so I can stop dreaming at mine,
Franz, I must tell you, what she said
truly inspiring in all avenue
doing walk the talk
boundless borderless
embracing all people
understanding of humanity
U and I
I and Me the world of today
making things realizing
an inspirational person
beyond words and actions
emblem of persistence and patience
encouraging and motivating the inner castles within and outside
a true spark of the universe and true treasure of this humanity
DOC PENPEN BUGTONG TAKIPSILIM
FATHER OF VISUAL POETRY
I hear the chirping of feeble arguments
Backed by social intimidation and lies
Turning the tables, so quick to cry offense
Anecdotal evidence, that is all they offer
Poor frightened warrior, who can’t take the heat
But won’t go in the kitchen, not even for herself
Because she is disadvantaged, underprivileged,
Oppressed, a carrion on the hunt for flesh
Just like not every XX wants to be a CEO
But would rather raise their children instead,
XY cannot be lump summed and attacked
When most of us are not your enemy
Yet we are objectified and subjugated
By the same oppressive banner you raise
The flag which you claim makes you victim
The flag which you stake your claim over us
It seems to me, quite honestly,
that from your loins, our children spring
Yet you speak of the oppressive patriarchy
But only up until quite recently
Have men been present from work to be there,
physically, emotionally, paternally, influentially
So the kids have learned what, from who, specifically?
The pyramid is built from your maternal base
Physically, emotionally, maternally, influentially
Instead of pointing at the XY and blaming their absence
I can hear the outcry now, because I dared
To attack the ivory tower from which you draw power
And feed the fruits of patriarchal society
The seeds are sown against your own ends
Thus are the thorned roots of the feminist tree.