24 Poems ~ 24 Hours
I found it at the back of the garden
I knew I had to hide it under my pillow
Without letting anyone seeing it
I was afraid when I fell asleep
I could feel something was
About to happen that night
I wake up this morning
From a nightmare
Ineffable I am someone else
Something happened this night
I still have no clue about it
Really magic this decorated turtle egg
“Here, this is the bridge you cross; it’s old,
And has been crying out for something more;
Perhaps you could knock it down.
“This stone path takes us to a meadow
It is said that Keats once walked here. Or something.
Imagineer it: gravel.
“The courtyard is 15th century
Original features intact, as was.
Paint this blue, I would. Trendy.
“The view across the valley is vast:
Lush green foliage and scented jasmine.
Would make a great golf course.”
Under triple suns we wait,
amongst the trees below the mountain.
Under seven skies we meet,
across the savage garden.
Seek the orbs knowledge,
mine the crystals of power.
Bring for the Mystic,
let her summon the power.
Create our daemon,
let it roam at will.
Watch is chase the Orc’s,
watch it kill.
Of magic and metal,
with no true master.
It shall kill all,
it shall be a disaster.
But here we have our Mystic,
with powers unknown.
She’ll banish the creature,
before the future unfolds.
All hail the Mystic of Varmaour.
Living on fear
Attach to the memories
Scare to take action
Many question are raise
No answer at all
The law it’s useless
Only their law counts
My voice it’s mute
My rights are taken
My life it’s reduce to four walls
Waiting for this locks to be broken⏳
Is freedom next or a cold cell next
I open my eyes and it’s still dark
I see no light
I’m calm Bc my most important values are out of sight
My enemy can’t touch it
I rather die alone
Them to see my soul cry and lost
Trying to safe me
I rather be soulless without my
Princesses; than have them
Taken and suffering
I’m happy inside
Bc I gave them a fighting chance
My mistake won’t touch them
Only the pain of not having me
But it’s ok
As long they protected by god laws
I know I Had sin
And for each of my sin
It’s a price to pay.
I’m paying the higher price
With ocean in between us
I love you
My darling
Keep going this journey
My soul would be near
My love in a box
But your freedom it’s endless
And so it’s my memories.
—Meriyen Marquez✨
The sun shines best
through the cracks,
through the tracks
of the paths less taken.
Shaken, we stir
the breeze; ask
the trees for ribbons
of things we do not know.
Throw us the glimmer
of a day spent raising
limbs, climbing something
greater than all this skin.
Secret Garden
A special place all my own
Dreams fly free
Cares flow gently away
Senses renewed
Body Relaxed
Purpose awakened
A place of peace and tranquility
My secret garden
A girl lay on her mattress dreaming
a dream first sweet then vicious-seeming
subconscious visions softly screaming
teeming with the ghosts of yesteryear
when woke she with a startled shiver
each cheek the bed of briny river gleaming
streaming with the tears of childish fears
Alight did she on wooden floorboards
creaking as she tiptoed forwards
sneaking past the door and onwards
down the hall in stocking feet
A shady figure always keeping
clear of where her eyes were peeping
went behind her in the shadows creeping
down the hall on stalking feet
For the window made she fumbling
stumbling as she reached out
thumbing heavy drapes
that hid the night
when suddenly she heard a rumbling
as if some beastly stomach grumbling
and nearly tumbling turned she
towards the creature hid from sight
A shudder took her
nearly shook her to collapsing
sure she was that claws would hook her
rasping fast through darkness
grasping as they preyed
Casting out into the masking shadows
now to be forever lasting and crashing
to the floor she threw her hands together clasping
gasping as she prayed
The curtains she had sought were dropped
with haste, at once forgot
yet somehow they had caught upon her wrist
and with a movement pulled into her fist
A twist, and through the window’s pane
the moon before its wane did cast a silvered plane
upon the floor
Before her shrunk the hidden horror
outside the beaming boundaries of the light
around the girl
but sensed she in the blackness watching
the crouching creature still there slouching
while behind her fast encroaching
‘cross the lunar face a looming cloud
Fast the hallowed halo now retreating
lifted she again her hands entreating
in the dark that followed
as the moon was slowly swallowed by the shroud
if we could find that secret, sacred place
here on this great, green earth
where we could hold each other,
breathe each other’s sorrows
and fears, we could
discover our souls are One, and there
is no such thing as suffering
or ugliness or what we call fear…
only love.
only being.
Poem six. Already out of ideas
What should I write about?
They are planning a human head transplant
So who exactly does the thinking
The old person or the new head?
The cops busted kids with a koolaid stand
Guess the real criminals weren’t available
Kids are so out of control these days
Someone figured out how to fry coke.. coca cola
Not the other stuff, I am sure someone has fried the other stuff
They have definitely been fried by it
Frying coca cola sounds kind of sticky
If we have to fry things how about fried coffee?
Seems more to my liking
Wait I think I saw a recipe for fried Starbucks
Or baked Starbucks or
A rolled Starbucks fried pastry
How soon can I get it at an actual Starbucks?
I don’t cook.
Rue McClanahan’s death went viral
Five years after she died
That Rue has staying power
Wonder what her next sitcom will be?
Caitlyn Jenner wore hot thigh high boots
Not extremely interesting
But I had to look
I wasn’t impressed
Thigh highs are completely impractical in Hawaii
Unless you’re fishing.
I don’t think Caitlyn plans
To use them that way
If she does it will make the news
Apparently some celebrity is with their old girlfriend
Another is pregnant
Another may be getting a divorce.
Another is on his deathbed
You know, the usual gossip. Insert names
Only poem 6 huh….we have how many more to go?