24 Poems ~ 24 Hours
My favorite meal, also my favorite type of woman
I may prefer two large breasts, but that alone is not enough
I need some passionate, spicy, liquid love to excite me
And on one side I like the boundary shells and cheesiness
And on the other side I want a softness after mashing
Along with some darkness drizzled on, finishing perfection
And to wash it down, water, as pure and healthy as can be
not everything that shines is gold
we tend to get distracted,
by bulky packages and shiny things
because we think it makes us happy
there is a price
which others pay
for our bulky, shiny things;
with their life
they sacrifice
for our finery
By: KMH 2015
to master life’s struggles, ceased negative feelings,a penniless wonder.
Stress free your life and live like a queen bee.
No need for medication,do focus on meditation,
You have your tools at your own disposal and it’s free.
keep your mind over matters or matters will control your mind.
telling me
the Time to go out for a walk
ordering me about to play
i learn to play with a ball
telling me the time
without knowing it
to get up early
in the morning
letting me know
he loves me without words
telling me he is hungry
only with His eyea
letting me know
whom he likes and Who likes me…
always knowing
the place of my old slippers
and of His leash
Love doesn’t conquer all;
No amount of love is sufficient to donkey-punch Death and keep our loved ones with us and immune from the effects of aging and disease;
Even short of that, relationships where one or both of the parties thought they were in love end every day;
But we want to believe in the cliche;
We want to believe because it fits with everything we’ve been told about love and how it’s this magical force that will somehow make us whole;
What they don’t tell us about is fear;
Fear is the force to watch;
Fear can twist those we love the most into our worst adversaries;
Fear is what upends our placid arrangements;
We can’t stop fear any more than we can block an earthquake
All we can do instead;
Is;
Rebuild once it has passed.
-30-
birds of a feather flock together
at least that is what they say
and so it is today –
all the writers with their paper and pens
IPADS and laptops or any other electronic devices
they choose to use –
they stretch out on chaise lounge chairs, sofas, beds
trying to write that perfect verse
but what emerges is a string of words
that tomorrow will make them doubt their writing skills.
Twenty four hours to be inspired, to hold onto expectations and anxiety;
to feel sleep deprived and hunger
to eat at ungodly hours just to make it through-
but all the birds who flock together
who struggle to rise above
they all will flap their wings
until they realize that there is strength in numbers
it is then they will learn that together they can soar.
Time flys: Reading Facebook posts, waiting for the next prompt
Time flys: I can’t retain my thoughts long enough to get them on the page.
Time flys: John asks “You wanna go to bed or what?” I fantasize about saying yes to both.
Time flys: The bars are closed now.
Time flys: It confuses me to see posts about going to church in the morning but it’s the middle of the night.
Time flys: I love writing.
Be nice to your parents,
one day they’ll be gone forever.
Be nice to your siblings,
they’re the ones most likely
to stick with you
through thick and thin.
It’s nice to be important,
but it’s more important to be nice.
Be nice to people on the way up the ladder,
they’re the ones you’ll need the most
on your way down.
Have a nice day!
cherry trees in bloom
so red…
just as the rash
in His face…
he talks to her
and His face
becomes more red
than the cherries
she holds in her hand…
under White cherry blossoms
His face is pale white
and covered
by a White beard
I feel so young in
your presence
so old in your absence
as if aeons conspire
with distance
to age me.