24 Poems ~ 24 Hours
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
We need a resolution
A solution to a continuing issue
that has been plaguing this nation
My people are dying needlessly
In an endless war
A war considered by some to be obsolete
A war that has gotten much media attention
in days of late
due to the actions of the police
Killing black men, unarmed or packing plastic
pistols with orange tips, filled with BBs or metal
pellets, non-lethal weapons being carried
in states with open carry laws
that only benefit those who are not stigmatized
as being violent
We need to have a conversation
A conversation to address the struggle
between hard earned money and poverty
between easy money and prosperity
We need to unite as a country
as the melting pot we are
We must stop the violence against my brothers, against my sisters, against
anyone we consider different
We need to focus more on our similarities and less on our differences
We need to accept one another as human first
It is time…the time has come for change
She sinks for no one.
She is fire and love and a caressing sweet breath of wind,
Playfully mussing your hair.
Love is her habit, not for gain,
But because it flows.
When the darkness came to call,
So brilliant was her light,
And so much her habitude,
That it did not darken her heart,
But provided a place for becoming,
Like a butterfly’s cocoon.
faces blood red, dripping, salty, sticky
bodies jump, twist, gyrate with and with out rhythm
screams over thumping thundering bass
t-shirts and leggings join the skin in a macabre duel of push and pull
say the bees and hummingbird in tune: we need sweet nectar, more flowers to grow
and the spiders say: we need less stomping and less death please
the bears chime in: We need more fish, more berries too, more seals, more ice would be nice
say we all: we need more sun, we need clean water, travel, we need less hunger, and to breathe
and the humans pitch in: we need to love one another, homes for the homeless, hate to begone, and art of course
dandelions have their say: we need the wind and breeze to spread our seeds
the praying mantises: we need to eat, we need to eat, eat, eat
say the wolves at night: we need to howl at the full moon each month with abandon
say the dogs: we need to howl too, but why?
say we all: we need more babies please. we don’t have enough babies!
we need we need we need…
I guess I memorized the feeling of loss…
I guess I look for it everywhere
Sometimes I throw away something previously precious just to have a reason to be sad.
I guess, I know before everything, the feeling of losing.
The death grip of life as it takes something that was yours and plucks out it’s soul or simply puts her in someone else’s arms.
The feeling of loss makes my stomach rumble.
My anxiety triples, spews discomfort up my throat.
But I feel this in everything…
I can’t convince myself that anyone knows how to stay put
@ angel rosen
They call us witches
So let’s set ourselves ablaze
If they turn away
We’ll just watch each other burn
They say we’re useless
So let’s make ourselves lame
If they watch us crawl
On our neighbours we will turn
They say we have no morals
So let’s behave in sinful ways
If they think they know us
Then we’ll lend truth to their lies
They call us cowards
So let’s point away the blame
If they point right back
We’ll elect ourselves their spies
What they tell us
We’ll make true
What they give us
We’ll make do
Whatsoever they might make us
We will make each other, too