24 Poems ~ 24 Hours
questions
crocus is the first flower of spring,
unless you count snowdrops…depending where you live
i guess
like this place
centred in light from trees longing to be outside again
not trapped in this bar(ren)eness of whatever was left behind
to be gathered up,
witnessed by the (w)holes in the spaces around us leaking wires
and li(n)es meant to keep us present long enough
to love the piles of spring in the centre.
(c) r. l. elke
You don’t accept me,
you judge me,
you criticize me,
you betrayed me,
you stabbed me,
you blame me,
you couldn’t stand me,
you created stories about me,
you gave me bad fame,
you wanted me to lose,
you wanted me alone,
you were always talking
crap about me,
all of this,
because you
wanted to be me,
I understand,
it’s not ok,
but I understand.
The ninth hour from sunrise
Perfection shining bright
A spiral reflecting perpetual creativity and evolution
Culminating energy painting oceans
If leaving the past behind
This new chapter is brilliant.
A word’s gone missing.
It’s nowhere to be found.
Draw a list of suspects up
Put word about the town.
I had words with the consonants
I had words with the vowels
No ones seen the word ‘word’
For several wordless hours.
We’ve sent word to local businesses
To send their CCTV
In case we spot the word thief
Scouting dictionaries.
There’s sombre meetings at the Globe
Shakespeare now a smith.
They’ve ordered in some anvils
And packed away the myths
The situation’s urgent,
But now we’ve got a lead!
Word is the War Museum
Had a dire password leak.
Run the tapes! As bold as brass,
The thief’s all clad in black
Packing up exhibits
Wordlessly in his sack.
But wait, the sound of sirens!
The sack is hoisted high
Swearwords on his lips
And the leather cords untied.
He makes it out the building
But leaves something behind
A trail of esses scattered
On the marble floor design.
He made off with most the rapiers
The claymores and the dirks
He meant to take the broadswords
But he only got the word.
ROCK ME
Recalling memories of summer
Outdoors with You – beachwalk in
the moonlight
Constantly staring into your eyes
Kind words falling out of your lips
Me and You frozen in the moment
Enchanted- our souls wishing for
this moment to never fade away
Stress is the synonym of tension,
To relieve it in youth,
By getting a lifetime pension.
Don’t let insects create a mess,
Care well to manage tress.
Take up a leisure work to relax,
Shortly, you do not have to pay tax.
Practice mindfulness & meditation,
By subsiding worries and,
Tackling various situations.
Spending time with furry friends,
Is the rising trend.
Start playing indoor games,
Like recalling childhood names.
Look at the view of lush green gardens,
Be brave as a hero,
Never the poor warden.
Think about, the welfare of the homeless,
What is the idea of social service?
Without getting selfish or hopeless.
Socialising for the welfare of humanity,
Fantasising lovely heavenly beauty,
Via sharp brain till longevity.
(c) preksha puri 2023.
There’s a particular poison in personhood,
knowing the antagonists of our ancestry
swept away the sacred stewardship
carefully cultivated by said sorry savages
The woodland withered while the waters
ran dry down to the roots;
now the tallgrass ghosts blister and burn,
but the poisoned people
drowned themselves in deafness.
(Hour 5)
Prompt #1
After Diana Khoi Nguyen
This is how she found me
the past draped around me like a cloak.
A box full of pictures and memories,
a kiss on the cheek at Whatcom Falls
from when I used to visit years ago
a different world from the barren desert.
A kiss on the forehead
from when she was sleeping
after her return from her Greek adventures
Pens and unused flowery notebooks
books and memoirs she read
A childhood picture (that I would send back
if I knew where she lived)
pictures of Bruce
her feisty Chihuahua companion
pictures of us
This is how she found me
the past draped around me like a cloak
and I feel nothing;
no sorrow, no grief, no love, no longing;
This is how she found me
the past draped around me like a cloak
that I shrug off
because I don’t want to be found
moving
breaking : or rather : just entering : people’s (former) homes : has become : just another : something i do : almost without thinking : we need things : houses have things : the people who owned the houses : can no longer use the things : those houses contain : ergo ipso facto whatevso : we take what we need : to survive : but this house : i’m in : at the moment : has broken me : the room : a lounge? study? bedroom? : i cannot tell : is completely empty : except for : a computer chair : hat box : plastic flowers : & a coat : draped across the back : the sunlight : capturing : the polished wooden floor : is golden : heavy : late afternoon orange : were the owners : moving : this was the last load : & now they’ll : never reach/
despite my best prevents : i start to weep
In a land far away, far away, there were suddently
hostility toward the young women who wanted to
study at the high schools.
Suddeny, out of no where, the schools were target of
chemical attacks. Results: headache, vomiting, and
fainting of innocent young women
That happened to many of the girls at high schools,
no body could figure out, what caused this hatred
toward the young women in those towns.
with many cameras monitoring every cross road and
every action of the citizens, police could not find the
people who harmed the young women
days passed, weeks passed, months passed, nobody
could figure out this puzzle.
The goverment claimed, nobody seemed to be around
the schools where, these events happended, and the
the cameras did not show anything out of order.
Years passed and all these actions continued against
young women. And todate nobody has figured out
what happended.
The only clue is that somebody did not want the young
girls to study at the high schools.