24 Poems ~ 24 Hours
My life is not perfect
Yet I have to save
Its the only treasure
My mother gave
Full of tragic moments
And memorable ones
And keeps my Saviour
A perfect one
And if I can’t
My soul be kept
Unto His hand
Rest in His glorious Land
I pray to Thee
People might forgive me
All things I’ve done
I surrender to You, Thy one
And if they can’t forgive
I pray to Thee
I pray for them
Their goodness and health
Unity and peace
Love of all!
The dictionary defines “duck and dive” as — using one’s ingenuity to deal with or evade a situation. & that’s exactly what I’m about to do now with my next poem.
#25
the water fowl went
———–beneath
the surface of the lake
Wahoo! It seems right that I should get to do perhaps the most famous call of all. Legs Eleven. Not sure what I’m gonna do with it yet though. (After a rocky start, my fingers are pulling out better numbers lately: that’s sure to jinx it!)
I miss her.
Nails click~clacking across the floor, I miss her.
Walking up to my front door I still see her face, happy nose through the hole in the screen growing wider. I miss her.
So many tricks, so smart.
Many a bet was won on her sneeze at my command.
I miss her, my Sadie.
Lost in deep thought gazing on the waves
The pelicans fly gracefully into the morning sun
It has been too long since my toes touched the sand
The shine from the sun reveals the shape of the shells
I wish I could fly like the pelicans searching for fish
Life must be so sweet for the pelicans
The incoming tide is feeding time for the pelicans
Flying just above the waves
My toes knows how to find sea shells
They embrace the warmth of the sand
Heated by the morning sun
The pelican and I want our bellies full of fish
The pelican’s big beak quickly fills with fish
So much grace and beauty in the pelicans
Swiftly navigating the waves
The waves wash and uncover my treasure of sea shells
The incoming tide is rushing in to cover the shells in the sand
I embrace this moment in the sun
The pelicans race to meet the morning sun
Patiently search for more incoming fish
The schools of fish dart through the rolling waves to stay out of the bellies of the pelicans
More clouds of fish are swarming through the waves
My bag quickly fills with sandy sea shells
My toes dance in the sand
Sinking into the warmth of the sand
My face greets the morning sun
My ears absorb the rolling sounds of the waves
The horizon slowly fills with more hungry pelicans
They are flying for fish while I wish for fish
Searching for shells
My shelves shall be home for my new found shells
Come out from the sand
Show yourselves in the sun
Today you will be my catch instead of fish
Their future is in the bellies of the pelicans
My future is to dive into the waves
Invigoration from the waves and shelves full of sea shells
The orange sun kisses the sand
I now feel like a fish still but too large for the pelicans
My path in life
Numerous unexpected turns,caught by surprise,
I trust in God.
Across are parched places, dark and narrow,
No way out,except to trust in God and make a big turn around.
My particular way could possibly not the right way,
I trust in God.
His guidance lead me where I must go,
On the path of great life’s challenges, I turn around and let go.
Leave your children, you can have more
Forget your pets, new ones can be found
Forget your car, it is a dead weight
Forget your clothes, they will turn to dust
Books. Save your books. Save as many as your two arms can carry.
No, as your two shoulders can carry. A backpack full of books
Save them.
It’s double helpful you see, because you’re removing fuel from the fire.
In time, the pages will be curled from frequency of use
instead of the instant heat of flames
Those words in books you see, when they’re gone, they’re gone forever
No flotsam floating in the sludge
And in space at the end of the world, just carbon will fill the air.
Even the person whose memorized their words will pass.
And the words, the wisdom will be gone forever.
Their words cannot be written on earth or air and spun into cloth.
The books are worth saving.
Always save the books.
Be grateful of those who look in your eyes and tell you how they feel. Embrace the moment and learn from each giving situation. Don’t force things and give thanks for each blessing. Treasure the good memories and let go of the painful memories. Enjoy the simple things and love unconditionally.
—Marquez Meriyen VII
against a summer sky’s backdrop
words begin to unite
high above the plain and hills
drowning out winds of sea and sky-
worlds collide like day and night.
no clear cut message-
only empty white noise
still heard in the deep
and all around the world
and we call it poetry.
Autobiography of a…Face?
My smile. It draws people in. From far away I reel them in.
They are captured by my eyes shining bright looking at them.
They look to my lips. They forget my hips.
(Or do they?)
Pressed against me. My hugs are legend. I hold them. Longer than they imagine.
I hold them.
I feel them surrender to my love.
And we smile cheek to cheek eyes closed, we smile.
Flash of memory.
Portrait of a Face…
In that place between peace and restless dream,
feeding our emotion.
Crippling the brilliant, weakening the strong,
confusing the heart.
All too much to bear stealing our hope,
strengthening our fear.
In that place between peace and restless dream,
tearing us apart.