24 Poems ~ 24 Hours
The sinewy, exceptional sportsman, a rowdy monarch burst with pleasure, “Squeeze! Fascinate!”
His ecstatic, eccentric repartee seductive, brilliant, acknowledged and cherished.
Be forgotten that unconventional expedition! And perceive additional luxury.
Happy thoughts have flooded my mind
I think that I’m becoming blind
To the good in anyone but you.
At this I’m still kind of new
I’m not used to being so alive
All I’ve ever done is survive.
Work and poetry,
The two are incredibly hard
To mix together.
children taste the sweetest
the way I lure them in
with just the very idea of appeal
they prefer their own ideas
swimming in pink imaginations
I do not ask them questions
I give them answers
and they learn how to ask
midnights are double jeopardy
hanging shoes off of telephone wires
last week I became life without a curfew
I am shaped like tally marks
and stain like wine in infomercials
i go beneath the clothes
and carpet
i am worn,
and walked on
despite the alternating surfaces
i sizzle
and ask the fire alarms
if they are happy
to see me
again
__ar.
(This is also part of the Addictions series. this one is from the perception of the addiction – the drug/food/alcohol whatever it may be)
I finished the half marathon. Now I’m going to try to finish it all. Wish me luck!
Wiccan lore is simple:
‘And harm ye none, do as ye will.’
Think of the reams of legal paper that would be saved,
If everyone just did that.
It would also engender common sense-
Something that is currently lost to carrot and stick mentality.
It’s the end of the day
I’ve had a lot to say
The movie was fun
I sat on my bun
Lunch was on fire
I sat down beside her
And the actress kept moving away
At the end of the scene
We walked away mean
And the passion was only beginning
Love Blooms- Poem 12- Poetry Half Marathon-
Fragile and delicate
LOVE blooms,
with care.
This cloistered bud begins
to open slowly,
showered by your Light.
Like a flower whose petals
open to the Sun,
LOVE explodes
in colour,
because of YOU.
By Ingrid Exner
Oh, thank you dear Elinor.
I’m a vague stranger to you, but I am writing to say that your call changed my life.
The man who had been seated, got up and came over to where I was.
Such excitement!
He picked me up, out of obscurity (the tail end of 34th street) and
sent me on a journey.
It was only four doors down, but I went
from being with my own
to being cherished as unique.
I transformed from a couch potato, sitting on a shelf
to finding someone I could sing my tune to.
She picked me up lovingly and whispered sweet nothings to me
as she placed me down in that cold room.
She said not to worry, that she’d come back for me.
So I thought about what I would tell her.
I’d belt out a Broadway tune, I would.
When her manicured paws tugged at me, I knew it was time.
Time to show her what I knew.
So sing I did. My Broadway debut kind of entrance.
That pop!
was happy
the two women started laughing.
I shared in their joy.
Though I did wonder what my friends were doing a few doors down.
Would they find people to love them?
Were they as blissful as I was? I hoped so.
Clink~!
The sound of champagne flutes kissing.
The ladies drank me in. Were impressed by me.
But it didn’t stop there!
They complimented my body, my crispness. They knew me, the real me!
My voyage was cut short, but I know I was loved.
Yours always,
the first bottle of Veuve Cliquot