24 Poems ~ 24 Hours
So here I am
battling sleep
so I can finish this
in one piece
but it keep pulling at my eyes
Sleep Sleep
why don’t you leave me alone
I will see you at the end
Pushing forward until the end
my phone battery is dead
how will i keep awake
Pushing not giviving in
Technical difficulties now
setting in my key board
is trying to Fail me,
Come on Key board I need you
for the next 9hrs.
Please don’t fail me now.
No matter the distance,
No matter how long,
I will not desert you,
I’m here till the end.
I’ll give you assistance,
I’ll right every wrong.
Above all else that’s true,
I love my best friend.
i often think about the guy i didn’t choose-
the one who blew my mind.
the one who shattered all my fears and who really showed me how to love.
and though there was no pomp and circumstance he often comes to mind;
i can sit in quiet retrospect and think about specific moments in time.
Piled up like freeze-dried memories, they often take my psyche on a trip
and i allow myself to travel back down memory lane-
the long conversations spent acknowledging life-
learning each other’s likes and dislikes-
just being there, always in the moment-
always present.
Maybe that’s what I miss,
maybe that is what makes me wonder…
that road not taken-
sometimes i can’t help but wonder
where it may have led.
I stood at the ocean, and watched as a seagull dashed a clam against the hard rock. Pecking, pecking, the tireless drone, like the words of denial we spoke, chipping and breaking away our connection, breaking and cracking sharply
Crack chip plunk crick.
We speak of impossibilities, across the seas, and yet we know, that no matter how sweet the words, the tender the reunion, we will never be what we see. The bittersweet taste in my mouth always lingers, your voice haunting some neural context in a faded dream. Words that you will never say come and rise from grey matter, your own voice trembles; it isn’t, it’s too close to the surface and threatens to split apart like an overripe fruit, and I weep for you, I weep for what we have lost, dashed across the rocks like the clam I saw in the jaws of that seagull, relentlessly torn by Nature’s distance until we remain, two halves of a shell lost at sea.
When she cried . . .
I felt the house shake
Because she was the foundation
When she cried . . .
The sky turned gray
Because she was the sun
When she cried . . .
The day was silent
Because she was
Nature singing
When she cried . . .
The earth stopped
Spinning
Because she was the axis
When she cried . . .
She turned her face
Because she was
The stronghold breaking,
The sun fading,
Nature’s silencing,
And my world falling
HOUR FIFTEEN
POEM # 15
24 HOUR
POEM
MARATHON
SUMMER WORKERS
Was it you passing through my valley?
Were you asleep on rags in an alley?
Sweat beads on your brow from the heat,
Flames from the Suns nostrils, call retreat.
Misfortune travels coast to coast,
Your ears hear frustration boast.
Shade from the giant oaks curtail the fire,
Fields of crops needing workers to hire.
Sit down in our valley by rushing stream,
Fall asleep as your mind engulfs a dream.
Snow dragons wrestle you till dawn,
Once again you are the Suns pawn.
Written by Carl Mann
The kurlman
6-13-2015
I remember saying don’t cry, as the tear ran down my face, who was I to believe I would listen to myself, after all had I listened last week, last month, last year… then surly that ridged tear, the one that is probably as sick of me as I am of it, yes that one, the one I lost count with, the one that turned salt to stained cheeks, what makes you think it will listen now……
many of us have heroes
who lead remarkable lives
but few could ever measure up
to the hero in my eyes
sacrificing and unselfish
never asking for praise
always willing to give his all
never expecting to be repaid
dependable and loyal
strong and always true
yet even with a human flaw
I model my son to be like you
faithful and devoted
always there for me
I could not be more proud
of the father God gave to me
gj
I could write about
How the earth
Continues to thrive
Or how
The ocean waves
Hug the shore
Right before the tides
Pull themselves back
I could write about
Love
And all its
Magical ways
But I’d rather write to say
I’ve loved you
On your good
And
Even bad days
-Angelica Villarruel