24 Poems ~ 24 Hours
The world grows
in the beauty of
creative expansion
Preparing each for
the innovative purpose
of inclusive enthronement
Toward the permanence
of a solaced retirement
that is boundless and forever
*Inspired by the text prompt
They should create a me that is normal; I think that would be really cool. They should create a life that is bearable, easy sleep, a winter that doesn’t feel like decay, a spring that doesn’t feel like the past, a head that doesn’t hurt, a heart that doesn’t sit in your chest like a rock, a body that doesn’t hate you, a hometown that won’t drive you insane, and a university that won’t kill you.
There’s no energy remains,
Just a drop of blood that taste like coffee,
I’m in the hour of silence, madness.
Or maybe silence sounds like weakness,
A few breads to eat,
My rice cooker not yet meeting its red mark.
I’m yet in the dark.
A little spark still clamoring,
Behind my desk, behind my words,
Silence, silence as the music speaks.
The only words that I hear on this hour.
Its not sadness,
Just in pure possession with the words.
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Hour Twenty-Two
The future is written
with invisible ink
and solidified by
the permanence of our
choices and action.
Running
Huffing and puffing
Hardly stopping
Not realising the mind and body needs rest
Take a breath once in a while
Soften the pace maybe
Opt for a sprint
Or just walk a while
Instead of
Only running
In response to text pr
ompt number 21
Alien
Worlds collide
Unknown skies beckon
Adventure calls, hearts soar
Exploration
Exotic
Landscape strange
Colors beyond dreams
Creatures with eyes of wonder
Awe-inspiring
Distant
Realms of light
Mysteries to unveil
Infinite possibilities
Journey’s beginning
Infinite
Universe vast
Infinite dimensions
Endless beauty, boundless grace
Another world
©️ Divya Venkateswaran
John Steinbeck
once wrote a letter to
Marilyn Monroe
A humorous missive
Underwood pica
wishing her autograph
on behalf of his teen
nephew-in-law
her lovestruck admirer
That one of the greatest
American writers
sent a humorous note to
America’s most famous
sex symbol
on behalf of smitten teen
Somewhere maybe they
now type Tweets on
an Underwood portable
– Mark L. Lucker
© 2022
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My elementary school was tore down not long after I went to middle school. The magnolia tree that I practically lived in back then is also gone. My neighbors disappeared and then their house was tore down too. These structures had very much life left to live. Why do things get wiped away and forgotten? The mandala effect is another similar feeling. You ever get a feeling as if you’re connected to something else, something bigger. It’s unexplainable and frustrating. It’s like my heart knows that something isn’t right about it all. There’s gotta be someone out there that understands. It’s like my past has been completely erased. It makes me feel insanely alone. It’s also a feeling of uncertainty, like I have no idea why this has happened but it’s definitely to cover up something else. If I knew the truth it would probably make me sick. Who knows?
The healing
feels more like bleeding.
And now I’m kneeling before
An ill mind.
But go easy on yourself kid
the world will not burn
if you were to reach out and touch it;
the ice would not melt,
the sun would still rise.
the stars would still brim with joy
and the moon
would still listen to you.
Be patient with yourself
Look at yourself with love
it’ll all be okay.
all okay.
Sometimes I wonder
If you see realized
The goal and artistry
When one tiny scientist
Takes humanoid
To space on a bet or three
What size is the planet?