24 Poems ~ 24 Hours
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.
You turn your head
sorrow
masculine cliches
fear.
You catch your breath
shame
masculine pride
tears.
What?
What is it?
The joy is leaking from my heart.
My precious.
Though I have many
(and I love them all)
in different places
I call home.
My precious
is mostly black,
with red insides,
and its curves fit
my hand perfectly.
My precious
is with me every morning,
bringing a dose
of my addiction.
My precious,
mostly black,
with red letters
on a side
that spell “coffee”,
and a red spoon.
My precious
coffee cup.
If I only had time to grab one physical object and save it from destruction,
It would be you;
Old friend;
Your keyboard is worn to invisibility;
It takes you longer to start up than it does for my coffee to boil;
Your electronic seizures have become more and more frequent;
And your battery barely holds a charge;
Somewhere in your electric brain, do you think;
“Would she leave me behind?”
Give me more credit than that!
Without you, I could not have written a word for the last five years;
The highs and the lows, the victories and the defeats, the wins and the losses;
Have all been played out on your keys and on your screen;
Since you stuck with me, old friend, I’m sticking with you;
No matter what disasters may come.
-30-
I wish I could turn back the time
When I let those opportunity pass by, I turn
My back and surf those huge stormy waves
That I lost myself and waiting to rise
To light my meticulous page
Where I can breath and flow
I just let those good moments flow
I wasted time
Yet, still clearing my page
Because I can’t go on and turn
So I may rise
From those huge stormy waves
It makes me strong those huge stormy waves
I found my life’s contentment flow
And in that, I thank, they may rise
In His time
He don’t let me turn
From my dusty page
I change my dusty into a meticulous one page
Where in I could tell to anyone what I went through the waves
So they might know how it’s difficult to turn
So they might knew, I changed my flow
And value my time
To see the sun rise
That keeps me rise
And keeps telling how fragile my page
Take time
To watch out the waves
Learn more to flow
Walk straight, no regret, no turn
Its hard to decide and regret with no turn
Better to think trice to rise
Go with the flow
Whatever I have in every page
Will always meet the waves
Unto desired time
Time counts life, value every moment,I might not know, I may not be able to turn
Along those huge stormy waves, God never left me. He save me and He help me to rise
Thank You for changing my page into a better one, where I can go with the flow
If I divorce my sadness — will someone marry my soul? I have more love
Than any girl you’ll ever call home
I’ve never done the same puzzle twice
or once for that matter
I was always too tired,
And always much sadder
As a young lad growing up
At times you have to move
Let me tell you my story
Let you focus improve
Growing up in private school
From preschool to eighth grade
And then I began public
I began this afraid
But I survived those two years
And made many a friend
But after a move uptown
Those friendships had to end
This school was like my old one
In that it had small size
But the school was still public
So we were worldly wise
And I graduated there
My achievements were grand
But then after those two years
My new friends must disband
So then I was all alone
Till college I began
I’ve met people way better
Than in my current span
Do not fear a move or change
Better things will exchange
You asked me
What I would say if didn’t see
you tomorrow.
My day would be full of sorrow;
I would feel pain inside
like the receding tide
ripping the sand away . . .
If I didn’t see you another day.
If I didn’t see your bright eyes
I’d walk shrouded, disguised
Hiding the hurt, hiding the shame
by not calling your name
Just one more time . . .
Pretending everything would be fine
I would replay every day in my mind,
and I would hope everything was fine.
Did I show you care and understanding?
Did I treat you the way He has commanded?
If I didn’t feel your faith each day
I would ask God why he took you away;
I would know He had His plan
But still I wouldn’t understand
But you are an angel of today and so many tomorrows
I see the beauty you have now
The sparkling eyes, the beautiful smile
Your faith, your love, your heart
I see the hope for your tomorrow
And in that place, there is no sorrow
No pain,
Only sunshine breaking through the torrential rain
You will spread peace, faith, hope, and joy;
But above all else, you will spread love!