24 Poems ~ 24 Hours
If I had to do it all again, I wouldn’t change a thing.
Let’s be honest, the prize is in the challenge.
If every day there were strolls under the soft moonlight, intimate dancing under the stars and canoeing across the lake, what is there left to do?
Without the occasional “Get out!” or “I hate you!” this fairy-tale romance grows cold fast.
Tease me, love me, leave me.
I’ll do the same to you.
Make love, wake up, break up.
“Never again!”
Good morning.
We walked along the pier the other night.
The soft moonlight covering the ripples of the water.
Against the backdrop old ships past their prime
stand-fast as they no longer have purpose.
There is a cool breeze kissing the backs of our necks.
As we past each light post, I feel as if we are on set.
Scripted so perfectly with each deliberate action.
We admire the view lingering like spring rain.
Lights hang like electric fruit from the trees in the park.
A bride-to-be and her bridesmaids laugh as they stand together
devouring doughnuts in failed attempt to sober up.
A father carries his daughter on his shoulders
so she can see the lights that illuminates the waters.
Friends drink beer and sing songs of the years
reminiscing of days long gone.
Fighting our way through the crowds of people
coagulating on the walkways I take your hand.
We going to escape now just the two of us
racing back to the car we hit the road.
Where we end up, it doesn’t really matter.
We’re writing this film.
I come to you
weary, broken, helpless
You carry me
You heal me
Like an old growth forest
With it’s mossy carpet
Silent wisdom
Washing over me
Your Love
My refuge
(a shadorma)
Be honest:
‘good morning’ has teeth,
fraught with fear
-some treasure.
Is land so far? After (h)ours,
soft moonlight spills free.
salt seeps onto my tongue
as i bite my lip–
playfully, knowingly–
your eyes on me
(mine did not miss them)
but it’s your lips i’m watching
as my mind draws them to mine;
i can see your hands in my hair,
feel the roughness of your skin,
so I lift my lips into a lopsided grin,
just letting you know–
i’m in.
Sorry guys forgot one key fact the Marathon is ET and I live in CT. No problem catching up now. 🙂
It is a very gray area to drown and not know yet. Social unrest keeps me fighting to reach the top. How can we be expected to see the beauty around us when everyday we wake gasping, reaching for a breath. That breath never comes. The pinch grows to a dull sting that explodes to an unbearable burn. It is to much, and blinds us to society’s beauty. We pass out from the pain, and remain in a catastrophic state, wandering, attempting to find hope, to pull our way back to our personal top, but as we drift to the bottom and each current pulls us deeper, locks us deeper, banishes us deeper into the abyss. We slowly die, loosing oxygen to key parts, until we asphyxiate on one dying truth. Our skin color means, we will never be good enough. There is no use to fight in a world that already sees us as dead, drowned in a stream, a river, a pool, a tub, an ocean. The world is our ocean and we forever remain under it. I wish society would have spent more money teaching our little black children to swim than making it inevitable for them to drown. I wish drowning under the hypocrisy of our race was never an option. I just wish we were allowed to truly live.
here on treasure island
there are blue crystal sand dunes that peak
from my white wraparound porch
and after hours-
after all is quiet
and the passer-byers are all home in their beds;
the tide rolls up almost to the posts that hold us
suspended in the air-
but it never comes quite this far
even when the sea is rough
the bubbly white line only comes so far
as if there is some invisible wall that only God can see.
it is then that the soft moonlight falls over the whole ocean
and i am awed at the creativity of His mighty hand.
We have seen all the same things,
But none have looked similar,
For here am I now,
Half out of my mind
With hideous things like grief and longing,
And you sit there as if yesterday
Is good enough for tomorrow.
I will go farther, and farther still,
And further and further, mark this;
I’ve lost most feeling
For this bit of rock in the ocean.
And what illumines my heart now
Is a golden light in the East.
No, not the sun.
More essential than that.
Second Poem for the Hour Two
it’s a brand new day
good morning clear sky
rise oh rise
Sun god Ra
another milestone
of reflections
of chaste and pristine
fellowships of nature
and soul
smiling east welcomes the west
while south meets north
proffers memories
of soft moonlight
soft breezes
soft subtle feathers
like empyrean sonatas
quantum leaps after hours
spiraling chimeras
and ivory odes in sync
as time flies
but LOVE never dies
( photo reverts to the original source)
We sit quietly
Under the soft moonlight
Giddy and blushing
Like teenagers in puppy love
Rushing through my body are feelings
Of anxiety, excitement and passion
untamed and exchanged
through our fiery glances
We can’t deny the lust
While you caress my inner thigh
I feel your wandering hand reach high
Gently working your way to my warm, wet lips
I straddle you and begin kissing you under
Your navel and work my way up your strong body
teasing you with each kiss’s placement
Using foreplay to make a bold statement
It’s 2 am, and it’s been said that
nothing good happens after hours
But I beg to differ, this is a love I devour
We lust, we love, and sex until we pass out
“Good morning,” you whisper to me
My eyes crack open, wincing at the light
Shining in from the window you’ve opened
You take another sip of your coffee
Before kissing me on the forehead
Returning to your morning ritual
While humming our song
I smile, knowing last night was a job well done