24 Poems ~ 24 Hours
I am the poet that leaves words in the garden
A butterfly lands on my creation
It sees “hugs make you live longer”
It flys to places and whispers it to all
The winds carry the words to the sea
And creatures swim creating waves that sing
The melody says “hugs make you live longer”
Is hope more of a wish or a prayer?
Does it have to do with string?
Is it a goal or objective or song?
Or just some everyday thing?
Does hope spring eternal as the poem says
or perhaps the poems are just mush
I’d like to spend some time thinking of Hope
But I fear I’m in quite a rush.
You see, this is the poem at the end of the line
the line is the day oh, so long
I wish you well and hope many things
None to be construed as wrong
The marathon took twenty-four hours this time
It does every year, yes, that is true
Your successful completion is what you achieved
At least that is my hope for you.
Round.
Not for appearance,
but for the ease of making.
Nature requires at least an oval
for square is too much effort.
In my youth, pepperoni was it.
Mushrooms were gourmet.
But now, there’s figs and prosciutto,
pesto, and lamb with mint.
Introduce gluten free, and cauliflower crust.
I like it cracker crisp, and the toppings thin.
Spicy tomato sauce, not too much cheese,
and not too oily or droopy.
Pizza! God’s gift to the big butt!!
In the middle of the night
I awoke and thought of you.
Now, here’s the thing:
I’ve never been a dreamer.
I’ve never fluttered to sleep
With visions of far off lands
Or nearby waters.
When you close
Your eyes to static,
You can’t wish your way
To a life where you’re
Dreaming in Monet.
But in the dead of night,
My mind awakened and
You were my first thought.
So if I could dream
Of wonderful things,
I’d dream of you a lot.
I once had a crush on a girl
named Hope
Brown hair in ponytail reaching
her waist
I had hoped to somehow get to
know her
Like a lot of my classmates I had
Hope hope
But with eighth graders you need to
speak to them
I couldn’t though I tried she looked
dubious
Thus dashing any hope I had, last
vestiges of
Hope hope and I left junior high with
nothing but
memories of a teen crush that left me
Hope less
– Mark L. Lucker
© 2023
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I do not pray. I believe
It is dangerous to call
God’s attention
to me. I’d rather
Talk to you, speak
As if you are alive
Talk in whispers
Throughout the night.
Last night I watched the moon
As it clambered
From one end of the sky
To another. How I wished I could see
your face and have you near
It’s alright to love the moon,
you said, but don’t forget the dawn
Always look to the sun.
Prompt Twenty-four – Text Prompt – Write a poem about hope.
Because they Hope
Hope is the best there is.
Was she not the last one out of Pandora’s box?
There is always hope, even against hope.
Till the end, till the very last breath.
Goals have been scored a second before the referee’s whistle.
Because they hoped.
Children rescued from earthquake rubble after weeks.
Because they hoped.
Folk rising from coma after showing Grim Reaper the door.
Because there was hope.
Fishermen returning to land after a stormy night at sea.
Because they hoped.
Soldiers walking away unscathed from the battlefield.
Because there was hope.
And when you join your palms as you hope
There will always be Hope.
Hope came to me bright
eyed and humble. Like daybreak
She felt like the tide—
the lilting here and now, and
cleanse of disserving patterns
Hope is…
something I always write about.
In fact, in a quick search, I used hope in
three poems in the last 24 hours: here and here and here
(And seven times the last time I did a Poetry Marathon.
And, on my blog, don’t get me counting. I seem to include
Hope more than anything else.) Hope is here,
the perfect little handful of a word.
A perfect world-full remedy to heal our brokenness.
If we lose hope, we’ll fall out of the sky,
plucked like Emily’s thing without feathers.
Let’s keep hope.
(And we made it, we’ve Poetry Marathoned to the end!)
Big clocks wrapped in cloaks…
What are they hiding? Are they
hiding time itself or the fact
that we may have no future?