24 Poems ~ 24 Hours
“Everything starts somewhere…”
Though knowing where depends
On what you mean by “start”
Or “everything”.
Something starts everywhere,
The chain of consequence
Cannot be predicted
Precisely.
Freedom to make a choice
Freedom to take the chance
Is meaningless without
Consequence.
Forge your link in the chain,
Own neither more nor less
Than your contribution
To history.
Terry Pratchett, Hogfather
(opening line)
I have no life but this
To write the smiles,
To see the songs,
To listen to the rainbows.
I have no life but this
To learn the patter of rain,
To touch the air,
To fly the soil.
I have no life but this
To run the ocean,
To swim the sky,
To till the stars.
I have no life but this
To cradle love,
To teach faith,
To feel spirit.
I have no life but this.
Inspired by Emily Dickinson’s poem “I Have No Life But This”
When ideas run away
eyes start betraying you
when you know this will change
still it seems
you can’t do
then my friend
just keep on doing it
keep walking
keep writing
keep dancing
keep whatever doing
trust me
you will
pass through
even if its
for the sake of it
Seven birds sing to me in the morning
From a tree on the block
I know there are winter
Birds and summer birds
I cannot tell which is which, there
Are different sounds one
I believe is a blue jay’s call
They sing, I get up, no alarm
Nothing to do but listen when they
Sing I sleep and then leisurely
Open my eyes in the winter I
Pray before waking in the spring
I have too much to hide, do not disclose
That I am sleeping to avoid the
Day the work even joy I would gain
If I could sing to awaken you, my love.
burning fire –
more red
and more warm
the geraniums
in my window
Carmen wanted to shave
Mason whose hair so long
Using a wax but she was afraid
A white silence came near
Sounds so ridiculous
Attacks no hear
Knowing fear
Malemute kid hold the trigger
There was a sharp report
Mason swung into his aerial sepulcher
Malemute Kid lashed the dogs into a wild gallop
As if fled across the snow
Secrets
will eat you
like worms in the watermelon
oozing juice on the countertops.
Secrets
will harm you
like kites flying into power lines
burning up at the end of your rope.
Secrets
will stun you
like a head on auto collision
leaving only blood and tears.
Secret
will kill you
like atomic bombs on unsuspecting villages
leaving stunned devastation.
Secrest
will vacate you
when released like butterflies on wedding days
light as a moonbeam.
below zero degree,ground freeze,
blistering wind and icy water boozer,
tiny seed pods succumbed and in surrender,
covered in frigid ice,frozen.
will it continue to survive,hibernate in blanket of ice,
or drowning over saturated freezing ground dying.
loosing hope,spring won’t come.
“I’m sure you have no trouble realizing
that people occasionally misunderstand each other”
“Actually, I do!, she replied
She could not fathom
the thought of being
and feeling
misunderstood
As hard as she tried
She found it troublesome
to wrap her mind
around that idea
of why she would
or any one else
be part of someone’s misunderstanding
She lived her life
being straight forward
in what she said
especially in what she did
she figured every one else
lived their life
with that standard in mind
Pondering that thought
She realized
that she is part
of the masses
As taxing as the idea
may be
She couldn’t help
but agree
that every one
at some point
is misunderstood
to a certain degree
-Angelica Villarruel
*The first two lines of the poem comes from the book “Mindwise” by Nicolas Epley *
All colours mixed
All sizes together
Various shapes
And a big mouth
Shouting in all ears
The big mistake
You never come back from
All savours mixed
All lengths together
Various drawings
And a big shout
Calling all tears
The big misunderstanding
You never jump far from
All mirrors mingling
All languages mixing up
All kinds of patterns
A big summon
Cries all anguish
Super incomprehension
Leap-of-Faith-time has come