24 Poems ~ 24 Hours
On the third planet from a different sun,
people don’t speak a word. Instead,
hearts are opened by just a glance,
and sadness is merely a speculation.
I see this place in dreams that
come on those restless nights when
love alludes me and words fail
to convey their message of hope.
And sometimes when I wake up I
can’t immediately remember which
world is this one until you ask me
why I’m quiet.
Prompt Twenty-three – Text Prompt
Write a poem about a world that is not this one.
The Caveman Calls
The cavemen had it good.
They foraged for food,
Collected their wood,
and relied on their mood.
They drew on their cave wall,
Which was really their rave hall.
Hunted when the crave calls.
Never needed to shave at all.
No roads, no cars, no potholes
No pressure, no need for career goals
No gas bills, no meters, no carbon coals
No voting, no lobbying, no tax polls.
No banks, no cards, no hefty loans
No wars, no blitz, no spyware drones
No pollution or low emission zones
No candy crush on mobile phones.
That’s the life for us I guess.
We don’t need so much, a lot lot less
Some basic shoes, a basic dress
I’m heading there. Coming? Yes?
Stolen Heart
I have stolen the heart there within you
You were likely saving it for somebody better
Forgive me, but I do not regret it
It is something I hold very dear
And I do not plan on returning
How to define it when it changes every second?
I see love in shapes,
I see in circles,
squares,
rectangles.
For me, heart isnt the only symbol of love,
what if its a flower with temporary petals?
I see love in differences,
that brings us closer,
that educates us,
I see love in rhythms,
the breaths,
the beats,
the footsteps.
I see love in patterns,
solids,
floral,
monchorme,
I see love in everything,
everywhere,
anywhere,
nowhere,
nothing.
a world
without men
full of peaceful
happiness
a world
without women
would crash
and burn
a world
without people
would thrive
if we’d only learn
Kids were playing
In the summer sun
A soft breeze
Kissed the leaves
Of the laburnum trees
As shrieks and squeals
Of delight
Interspersed with
The excuted yapping
Of a small dog
Are all that announced
His arrival
He didn’t come
On a dark and ragged cloud
He didn’t arrive
To a chorus of terrible screams
Or the smell of brimstone
But to the peals of laughter
And the smell of fresh cut grass
He turned heads as he passed
Smiling a perfect white smile
At those kids as only he could
No rusty serrated
Switch blade grin here, then
A mother takes a photo
On an instamatic camera
And the world holds it’s breath
As the flash explodes
And faces turn to see
He watched their terror grow
In tandem with the cloud
And straightened up his tie
Whatever else
Death knew how to dress
They all agreed
On this, their fateful day
As other flashes
Like camera bulbs exploded
Across the land
As he led them on their way.
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running away
running away
toward
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new
future
go
toward tl
the
future
and
toward
running away
Thank You
Thank you to my spirit team.
You have been there
since my birth
watching me grow
and to learn to accept you.
You have given me strength
when I felt like I was at rock bottom.
You made sure that I was kept safe
when I had lost hope.
Your energies surround me
every day as I doubt my worth.
I can feel your concern,
my heart sinks and my chest tightens.
As I fight to regain control,
I know you surround me
with your love.
I thank you my Gods/Goddesses,
if it weren’t for you
I wouldn’t be where I am now.
The dying light through the redwoods
burns an image of twisted appendages
they cool off their hands in the bath of the stars
the forest chews up the earth
spitting out half chewed leaves
if i can make it through it
i might be able to make it hope
without being swallowed by the monsters
that roam the canopy