24 Poems ~ 24 Hours
Press X to jump
Press it again to jump higher
The square button brings up your inventory
The triangle changes weapons
The back two buttons will swap point of view
Press down to crouch
Circle is roll, you can avoid enemy attacks
Too bad there’s not a button
To help you not be a sack of shit.
Press onward to compete the goal
that i committee to
even though I’ve never walked this road
I continue to move
If you can’t say something nice, don’t say anything at all.
Please don’t attempt to sing my praise,
The awkward pause
That’s sure to cause
Hurts more than blades.
You’re sure you can say something nice
Until you see
It cannot be
Take my advice
Avoid the subject entirely
Remain tacit,
Tactfully lest,
Truth revile me.
Prompt: Write a poem around a saying or proverb
Form: Minute poetry
Oh, joyous sustenance! My tastebuds’ delight!
Your scrumptious flavors and textures continue to astound and amaze!
The thought of you waiting for me gets me through my shift,
A shining light at the end of a tunnel of growling stomachs.
You give me strength to endure the gauntlet of grumpy drive-thru customers,
And reward me for my pains with deliciousness!
Thank you for being so variable in your delights!
Life truly begins after you have put your house in order…
Sitting here
the pounding of the surf
the sucking of the sand
at my toes
the warmth on my back
blue skies in my eyes
and sweet sunny original you.
I smile with remembering
as I go about my day
sitting here
without you.
(Soon…)
~First line of poem is last line of last chapter of “the life~changing magic of tidying up” by Marie Kondo.
I spent my whole
life digging a grave to lie in
At each age I thought I’d reached the sixth foot,
But my dirty tired fingernails, toiling away,
Always miscalculated and now I’m
almost 22 and still digging
But I have better things to do now, than die
,
HOUR NINETEEN
POEM # 19
24 HOUR
POEM
MARATHON
BEGIN AND END
Life begins on a high,
Death ends on a sigh.
Birth to dust, short not long,
Sing a sad or happy song.
Days like vapor, years go fast,
Hopefully my legacy will last.
Man made toys left behind,
Now memories fill my mind.
Laughter only once, now I cry,
Catch your kiss, eyes not dry.
Death will pay for my crime,
No man knows when its time.
Death roams from dusk to dawn,
Like a storm he’s quick and gone.
Death takes our world away,
Life is born fighting to stay.
Written by Carl Mann
The Murmansk
6-14-2015
This is how
Virginia Carraway Stark
Goodwill
My darling
It’s what we have
For everyone we’ve ever met
To be fair
And to be kind
Is to have the goodwill
We need
Not a charity
Not a Christmas meme
It’s our will power that we turn
In true love and goodness
To our fellow humans on this globe
This is how we live here together
Close quarters be damned
Your heart feels like a turbine
Turning under winds from all directions
Your heart is under storms
Stay well centred and all will be fine
Don’t try ever to go through any storm
On your own
Let them carry you to your new
Adventure
In the desert
With your turbine heart
Vibrating all elements
In winds from all directions
Stanza 1
girls smiling
wind through their dresses
a few rising waves
a bit of dust
before the thunderstorm
taste of icecream
# Stanza 2
smell of icecream
sight of smiling
sound of thunderstorm
watching dresses
collecting dust
in front of the waves
# Stanza 3
rising waves
buying icecream
smelling dust
next to their smiling
eyes in their dresses
before the thunderstorm
# Stanza 4
after the thunderstorm
lower waves
longer dresses
more icecream
more smiling
less dust
# Stanza 5
footsteps in the dust
before the thunderstorm
after smiling
before the waves
during an icecream
tasted in sun dresses
# Stanza 6
sun dresses
beach dust
seaside icecream
during a thunderstorm
before the waves
after smiling