Hour 18 (Love and Hate)
Love and hate can never be friends
copyright(c)2022 Roxann Lawrence
Hour 22- No/Yes-terday
A badmouths B and C gets mad,
A is held accountable for everything A did
Not just today but of all the days before,
Of the mistakes and crimes of a person once was.
Mistakes you’ve learnt from and wounds you’ve healed,
You wouldn’t recognize your past self if you met them.
Who we are today is not a reflection of us yesterday.
It’s our past that makes us who we are,
That make us tick and make us dream.
We are but a collection of all our experiences,
Of all the people we’ve met and the things we’ve seen.
A person who gossips will gossip again,
A person who helped yesterday will help you again.
You don’t wipe your slate clean every single day,
You wake up from your bed expecting no different.
Who we are today is not a reflection of us yesterday.
If we want A to learn and grow, says D,
Shouldn’t we give A the chance to act differently?
But what if A doesn’t learn and is let off easy?
Should B suffer for A to learn?, says C.
I agree with both C and D, B says empathetically.
Yet we are both yesterday and tomorrow combined.
Who we are today is not a reflection of us yesterday.
Note: ‘The Bop’ form includes three stanzas: Stanza 1: 6 lines, stating the problem; Stanza 2: 8 lines, exploring the problem; Stanza 3: Success and failure of resolution is recorded. A refrain is used after every stanza.
Another Note: The poem is on cancel culture.
5:55AM
It’s five in the morning
Somehow the sun snuck in
I swear it was dark five minutes ago
It’s five in the morning
The shadows from the night in my mind are
Somehow disappearing into the dark side
How can it be.. five minutes until six?
Time is going oh so quick
Thinking about it almost makes me sick
How precious these tiny hours can be
They accumulate into destiny
It’s 5:55 and I can see
Angels surrounding me heavenly
Tenderness–Hour 22
Tenderness, she said
Alright tenderness, he said
And don’t forget kindness
Of course
But passion is okay, right?
Sure, as long as it’s tender kind passion
I totally agree
But what would that look like?
Hmm?
Tender kind passion. What would it look like?
It would be slow
respectful
tender
building
kind
lovemaking
So, controlled
No, no. Deeply monitored.
By both parties
Of course
In sync
So tender kind slow respectful aware
Aware?
Yes, both parties building in sync
Deeply aware?
Yes. Spiritual.
Wait, spiritual?
Yes.
Okay, I’m down with that.
We don’t use the word down.
(Sigh) I am so up for that. For reals.
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Hour 17 (My number one)
You said to me you wanna be my number one
So if you wanna be my number one
Let me know your future plans
If you do good to me what is to be will be
so If you wanna be my number one
let me know your future plans
Copyright(c)2022 Roxann Lawrence
Hour 22
This year is different,
It’s easy to point out why,
A new set of personalities to learn,
I don’t think there’s enough time,
I must step up and lead,
If not, there will be chaos,
And they will fall even more behind,
Our goals should be similar,
Overall with the kids in mind,
Based on my calculations that’s not what I come to find,
Listen to my expertise,
I don’t meant to be frank,
But when I’m right, I’m right,
I’m sorry you don’t agree,
But frankly it’s not about your feelings,
I’m well educated and quite intellectual,
You should listen to me,
I demand respect,
Just as you do,
Cooperate and listen so we can do what we came here to do.
HOUR TWENTY-TWO ~ Eagle-Eye Treasures
EAGLE-EYE TREASURES
“Look up,” you say, “there is water on both sides of the road.”
and there is- an expanse of glimmering blue- I’m lost in it
“Look,” you say another time, “Moss on rocks. Frozen streams.”
and these are a few tender handfuls of my favorite things.
Tenderness like the way you pick mullberries
the way you hand them to me in my white dress
our fingers stained purple with sweet satiation
drifting out of time and back to our innocence
if only for a treasured twilight moment
Tenderness like the way you catch fireflies
cupped in your palms and give them to me
because I’ve always been too awestruck
and fretful of accidental firefly injury
and I could go on, too, all these small gentle ways
you give love to the whole universe from the center of yourself
like the way you prepare a meal, and also
the way you know when your friends are hungry
Tenderness like those words you never heard
like the words you still worry to feel and stumble to say,
and glitch to hear but still not in a good way
so we have three taps instead and sometimes two more
because these things are armfuls of love already by themselves
moments without the need for a single superfluous word
Mom’s Chocolate No Bake Cookies Hour 9
Oatmeal oh oatmeal
not a cereal you
not to be eaten
with a simple silver spoon
One cup, two cups and then
one more we pour and pour
and we pour some more
until the mixing bowl is full
Add some sugar
add lots of sugar
three tablespoons of cocoa
and mix it all up
Then some good old butter
and stir it up real hard
Don’t forget to soften
that stick first
On the stove top
the brew starts to boil
that chocolatey smell
fills up our tiny house
A tad of vanilla
and sprinkle in some nuts
Add a bag of coconut
Stir stir stir!
At the right moment
somehow she knew
scooping out round bits
of heaven – let’s go make some now!