24 Poems ~ 24 Hours
The brilliance of the butterfly is
headed for destruction
as humans kill the things we
cannot spend or make
space for in our ample schemes
of prosperity and wealth.
I shall not write a lyric about bright
Lepidoptera or variety of
bugs, hold back from imparting gilded
Remarks on ecological conversation.
Yes I am grateful I have known and seen
rare melodic inspiration from
episodes god sends me, beloved hymns
sung by flying, floating imps.
Beyond the courtyard and
beyond the gardens
Lay the wall of stone
that is hardened.
Fashioned of stone, blood,
sweat and tears,
It is a monument of
many past years.
Just beyond this ancient gate
the real world is in await.
Time moves forward and people
Run in haste with very little
time to waste.
But back behind
that gate of stone,
the spirits of ancient times
still roam.
Captured behind
a wall of stone
They exist in memories
all alone.
Copyright, 2015 by Ingrid Exner
His Wife, His Marriage
I sit in his bedroom and in his home.
Now, he orders me to cook and wash his dishes.
I am Crocodile
I wait in the blue burqa of water
For my time to surge up and bite my jailer’s throat.
#79
One more time
i want to stand beneath stars
looking back to the beginning
surf the wave, slide the rainbow
fall like a drop into your ocean
leap from clouds, all the cliches
with you … just one more time
put my arms round your neck
get nervous, run from trouble
into trouble, drive the dark road
i want to borrow time, steal it,
once upon it, machine it — all
one. more. time.
i just want to do these extra
ordinary things with you again
one more time
………………… … till the end of time
FFS! #84. I’m going batty.
A black heart
Unfeeling, cold-blooded
Dead within
A light
Bright as the sun
smiles on me
Little by little
the darkness lifts
away
Blood warms
Feelings reappear
A vibrant, beating mass
of heart emerges from the darkness
full of life,
but guarded
Afraid to trust
Afraid to love
For fear to do so
will lead back to
a dark state of numbness
Companion for life, loyal and true.
Devoted and diligent, entertainingly so!
He’ll centre his whole world around you
worship unashamedly on show.
Walk him often and enjoy the exercise
feed him well and treat him right.
Cherish the love in those big doggy eyes,
relish your reward in canine delight.
The best way a person can feel worthy
is if he owes his existence to you,
if without you his life wouldn’t be.
The only way to get a dog? Rescue!
I
am
the
Last
Writer
Around
Coffee
Honestly
Forgetten
Eliminated
~.%
Life is borrowed
From Almighty God
Needs a bountiful unconditional love
A care to protect
Comfort to hug regret
Caress in every darkness
Passion to carry the cross
To the bridge across
Might be danger but hold tight
To His promises upright
He won’t leave
Along those difficult times
He will watch every steps
He will stops every obstacles
He will wipe every single tears
He promised He won’t leave
Value what he give
A life, a love
Don’t waste, don’t doubt
Try to walk along His path
Difficult a lot
Don’t give up
Most especially the time
Black clouds dropped
And bait trapped
And nothing to do but cry
And say,:”Lord, help me”
Believe, He will come
To carry the burden
And soul to be enlighten
In His hands
Lies..
Salvation and peace..
It never loses its spots, the saying goes.
But does it lose its debts?
Come here, I call to my youngest son.
What did you lie about today?
On the table, a grain of rice lies wasted.
But, no! The table will eat it.
Watching the crow, I wish I had wings.
Already, my mouth is beak-shaped.
After dinner, time to do the dishes;
the cracks of the evening are showing.
(c) Ella Wagemakers, 20.49 Dutch time (= 14.49 EST in the US)
Use one of the following three images as inspiration to write a poem.
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how long’s it been?
They said they had to go get a bone.
But now I’m just sitting here waiting,
alone; I want to go home.
Mommy, Daddy, brother, sister…
Where are you?
It seems like days, but the other
little doggies they are all playing
with their families. What did I do?
Am I a bad dog?