24 Poems ~ 24 Hours
we need streamers and balloons
we need paper cups and plates
we need bright plastic forks
don’t forget the knives and spoons
we need cute tablecloths
maybe with flowers and hearts
we need music and favors
we need candy and tarts
everything we need is in this place
let’s just remember
there’s no money to waste.
Change should start within you
It is a never ending affair
Reasons beyond what we can comprehend
Come to minds of geniuses and fools alike
Let’s think out of the box, go out of
our comfort zone
Effectuate change in one’s self
Spread inspiration, empower each
other.
…CHANGE in CIRCLES,
Circles don’t have an end
they simply go ’round and ’round
like the world we live in
spinning on its axis
change is inevitable
the only thing that
is constant.
Author/Poet Elizabeth Esguerra Castillo Visual Poetry
We Need
We need more birds soaring the sky
We need new bounds to define high
We need no battles to spread our cry
We need a mere humble try
We need less dreams to die
We need a greater heard sigh
We need a humility that would fly
The night train is a special kind of creature
A great metal beast that speeds through the dark countryside
Swaying rhythmically
So many dreams in motion
An entire population in limbo
I’m sitting at the window
Watching the pinpoints of light rushing by
Captain Kirk must’ve felt something like this
When Mr. Sulu took them through warp speed
When the stars went by,
Did Spock feel anything?
Against the sky I can make out the silhouette of a hill
The hill seems to be beckoning to me
I too am tempted to disembark at the next station
and find my way to the hill
Another time, perhaps… I say to myself
The night train sways with gentle laughter
Tiny dog waits for his tiny person to come,
he watches the door,
tiny person always leaves at the same time, he thinks,
and he arrives the same time,
when the tiny hand hits four.
Tiny dog has a tiny bark,
but a big personality,
like that of a shark.
Tiny dog may eat,
only a tiny amount,
but it doesn’t matter because tiny appetites don’t count.
Watching the window and smelling the door,
tiny dog will wait for tiny person all day,
waiting to lick his tiny face,
roll over,
run around together
and play.
Tiny person and tiny dog
are the best of friends,
right now they are tiny,
but this is just the beginning,
just wait till the end.
Looking at your face
makes me sad
The eyes
just blank..
The face
nothing to tell..
Don’t know
how you are?
Don’t know,
What you feeling?
The only thing I know
that its still not healing…
Seems you found something,
at last you are lost
though the screams are hard
its not your heart..
Don’t know
what you want
Don’t know
how to ask
they say you couldn’t take it
had gone too fast..
I think you if would have waited
The dark don’t last….
Pecking corn,
bright sunny day,
unaware, organic,
go this way.
Cock-a-doodle,
chicken noodle,
hen my friend, never again.
Farmer’s market,
cold as ice,
unbeatable freshness,
breasted slice.
Kinda vicious,
yum, delicious.
down the trach(ea), for Peta’s sake.
“We Need” to let go
“We Need” to stop measuring freedoms
“We Need” to stop acting like we figured it out
“We Need” each other
“We Need” to accept ourselves
“We Need” to love more and speak less
By asking
What purpose is this serving me?
we can learn to let go
Freedom isn’t a condition provided to us by man
We either are or we aren’t
we can’t be both
No one here has figured it out
we only know what works for us
We are all in this life together
Together we can create vibrations
that will transform the world
What others think of me won’t matter
when I start believing more in myself
I don’t know the way things should be
I only know this isn’t it
Love is certain and quiets the mind
Love that reaches
beyond the heavens
deeper than the
trenches of the oceans
No one knows the ache
of that love
but she who bears it
She prays and hopes
that all she does
is right
She fed them
and prayed with them
and sent them to bed
when what she really did
was send them back to
God
for she could not
bear the ache
any longer
Others ponder
pass judgment
criticize and punish
There but for
the grace of that
God
go I
For I have known
hurt and despair
And I plumbed my heart
trying to reach
beyond the heavens
deeper than the
trenches of the oceans
I saw the gifts I had been given
and loved with all of my
God-given heart
For He named me
Mother
and asked me to take care of them
So I fed them
and prayed with them
and sent them to bed
to live the joy of
many days
Eve Remillard
6/13/2015