24 Poems ~ 24 Hours
“We need to talk.”
A phrase to chill the warmest blood.
“We need to talk.”
The peril of the neighbourhood
To make male faces pale as chalk,
Suburban couples shorthand code
For “Mister, you done messed up good!”
“We need to talk.”
Prompt: Use “we need” as a refrain.
Form: Rondelet
We come in threads of silk and tweed
with lists of all the things we need.
Clipboards high, we requisition
goods befitting our position.
Through honest labor, never greed
do we collect the things we need.
Ownership’s a tricky dance
when what should be mine is yours by chance,
but on this we’re all agreed:
none may deny us in our need.
Do you see how well we dress?
Does this not in and of itself impress?
We’d be sore ashamed to make you bleed,
but we need all that we need.
Your cries of want fail to move us,
we are short on pity, long on purpose,
likewise your communistic screed
will not change the things we need.
So though you may attempt to court us,
do not think that you can thwart us,
for shake a hand or draw a bead,
we will get the things we need.
She doesn’t speak when you ask her to talk.
She won’t take one step if you asked her to walk.
Her eyes would never catch yours.
She’d not want to touch you whatever the cause.
She’s hurting and broken and thinks you forgot her,
She thinks badly about herself and would sooner be…not her.
She doesn’t know which words to choose, so she doesn’t deign to choose,
She feels like a loser, she’s confused, her heart is broken and bruised.
The reason for this, she would never tell.
Her agony, her problem, her darkness, her hell.
She hides it, stuffed into the nighttime, but she won’t weep even then.
Even though the movie of it replays over and over and over again.
She’s hurting and broken and thinks you forgot her,
She thinks badly about herself and would sooner be…not her.
She doesn’t know which words to choose, so she doesn’t deign to choose,
She feels like a loser, she’s confused, her heart is broken and bruised.
If you wanted her to let you in, you’d be mistaken.
She’s not been the same since her innocence was taken.
There’s nothing for her, she thinks she’s already in hell.
And though she won’t say it, you can already tell.
We need to be free of prejudice.
We need to be free of pride.
We need to feel peace.
We need to feel love.
We need a reprieve from war.
The gateway beckoned
the traveler knew its story well,
with promises of adventure,
the Sun’s rays worked to close the sale
On the other side,
a deep warmth dwelt,
offering whispers and caresses
of forgotten hurts, no longer felt
The traveler was wise though,
and did not heed
for the Siren’s lusty call
was full of lies and misdeeds
“I have been that way”
responded the soujorner
and turned back to
where the path was known and clear
The cute way the light shines off the side of your face, it grips me like pliers and draws me in.
From head to toe your beauty is unsurpassed, how lucky am I to have the fortune to have you as part of my life.
Your hair as it flows like a river straight down in a over the rocks which led me to your shoulder, attached to those beautiful soft pale skin arms, right down to those cotton soft hands.
I look but i want so desperately to touch, your nape of your neck wrap my arms around you sculpted frame and as I think that I notice the lovely way you cross your legs in that skirt
Your flawless exterior has captured my eye but your passionate ways have captured my heart, the total package standing as one with me so rare to find,and I’m not sorry guys because she is all mine
stabbing pain
roaming muscle spasms
hands don’t work
dulled senses
foggy brain
i forget where i’m going
numbness
purple legs
tears
is it MS?
depression
can’t walk
can’t wake up
the tests show positive for lyme disease
can’t sleep
gain 20 pounds
hair gone grey
will i wake up in the morning
don’t want to wake up
lover gone without a word
no christmas
you don’t look sick
this isn’t happening
you never had a tick bite
was there a bulls eye rash?
no calls for work
no calls from anyone
blood tests
antibiotics
anti-microbials
anti-malarials
anti-life
the numbers show you aren’t recovering
but at least you aren’t crying
We need to come to a place
Where we would be able
To realize the importance
Of being human…
We need the assurance that –
No Matter what –
We will not lose our dignity
Because we are human…
We need to understand
That we need each other,
And also the animals,
And also the plants…
We need to link these all together
And begin to reverse the effect
Of carbon footprints
On this planet we that call “home”
And most of all…
We need to come to a point
Where we know for sure
That we need God
So that we can rest…
And last, but not least,
We need His Grace…
And we need His true rest
That only His Grace can bring…
Yes we, like all else,
Need rest…
© 2015 Antoinette LeRoux
We need justice
Not sympathy
We need change
Not hate disguised as criticism to tear us down
We need change
Not just for one community
one minority
one country
We need truth
Denial is ugly
It causes pain
Inflicts more destruction
We need action
Not the majority’s permission
We need unity
Love and care for one another
We need community
Providing paths for our children
The future is a place I’ve never been, maybe I never will
It’s a thought I’ve yet to have
A spark not quite ignited
A dream I once had that may never come to pass
The past is a place I’ve yet to escape, maybe I never will
It’s a lesson I’m suppose to learn
Trauma and regret I can’t change
A time I’m destined to relive every night