Think – reverse haiku (hour 24)

Think, quick nap before I drink

brew, slow cool, askew

score, unfinished, beneath snores.

– Sandra Johnson, June 26, 2022

T-Minus 30 years & Counting

Fuck! I’m fucking tired of this world that we’ve been stuck in

I swear to all that’s holy that before the day I die

If I don’t see some worthwhile change

I’ll choose to end my darkened days

By marching to the capital and

Setting my own skin ablaze

Cause at this point, all I

Can say is fuck, Fuck

FuCk, goddamnit,

FUCK

Prompt hour 24

Text Prompt

Write a poem that starts and ends with the same word. It can be short, but it has to be at least five lines long. If you can’t think of your own word to start and end with here are my suggestions: hope, stardust, cheese, sleep, and shoes.

 

Hope

Hope is a light
shinning bright on the darkest of nights
showing you the way
leading you to the light.

Hope keeps me alive
its my reason to thrive
my motive -I carry on
when things seem unsure
I allow myself to fill every corner
of my heart with hope.

Text Prompt -Poem 24 Hope

DogSpeak #24 Serious Speak

DogSpeak #24 Serious Speak

I know you don’t like
serious conversations but
we need to discuss something.
It’s important.

I need to know that you will be ok
when I have to leave. No, I don’t know
anything you don’t. I just have to be sure,
while I’m here that you will find a life
without me.

We’ve had fun together, laughed
cried, learned what we want and like,
what makes us who we are, what keeps us
together as a team, as family.

So, wait a little while and get another dog;
you’re not replacing me, you’re taking on
my spirit in a different breed and color
and temperament – don’t think I’ll make it
easy for you. Training is important.

Thanks. I’m glad we had this talk. Carry on.
Ok, let’s play!
Can I throw the ball this time?

~ J R Turek

MY flame, Kerry

Hearts lurid demise

Restored with her phoenix flame

she is with me always

“Is It Finished?”

Finished?

The last pondering question in this hour.
The clock is ticking to shift eight to nine,
All my energy are now combine,
To write one last time,
And finally drink my lime.

Is it finished?
.
.
.
Writer: M.E. Flores
Hour24, Text Prompt24

Hour 24: Hope

Hope was never a gentle touch
It was always a punch to the gut
It hurt, and that’s how we knew
It was there.

Hope was never a fleeting dream
It was the Stardust that made reality
Even if no one realised
It was already a part of our being

Since the beginning of time
Hope was never a vague feeling
But a harsh tug pulling us together
In the hardest of times.

And when there was nothing at all
It still burned bright
Even with the shadow of despair
It remained a guiding light– that is hope.

Heat Hour 25 (we had to do one extra as we started early)

Humidity high,
Close damp summer’s haunting air,
Floating on rivers,
Cooling hands drift on the tide,
Longing for snowy drfit’s hide.

Hour #24–Haiku

24 hours

We have reached the finish line

Rest until next year