#22- Journey
Car drives, Oh so long
Across bridges, through tunnels
The journey goes on
And many more miles to drive
To where the earth meets the sky
Hour 22_ this lone country road.
If only roads could talk, this lone country road would say a lot.
Though the mouth never says everything the eye sees.
For starters, that road was here before we came and it will be here after we leave.
And when you’ve lived ,a long long time ,your experiences tend to accrue.
So for now let me take the job of raconteur and tell you what this road has seen.
This road saw a chain gang of slaves cross over , their tears and sweats plastered on it.
It saw a military convoy on their way across to overthrow an elected government.
This road saw a group of refugees go through in the dead of night all their earthly belongings in a bag.
It saw an impala run across in a panic, a lioness hot on her heels.
This road saw a driver sleep off at the wheel , his flesh and blood was scraped off of it.
It saw a whole family perish at once, the survivor only their dog.
This road saw politicians with escorts roar by, their exotic cars loaded with loot.
It saw terrorists on bikes 200 men strong, on their way to shoot up a church.
This road saw a group of herders armed to the teeth with hostages begging their lives.
This road has seen women brutally raped and murdered and can only look on in pain.
This road has seen roberries and mayhem and carnage, a very silent witness, you see.
If only the mouth could say everything the eyes have seen, this lone road will have much to say.
Hour5
We sit under the oak
with cheddar cheese
and a wine glass.
We sit and we eat,
we eat and we think.
And we think hard!
About what for example?
About the fact that we prefer
the huge space to the small pavement!
kind-hearted
What are you looking for
What can not be found here
You better leave this place
what ever you search
When it’s not near you
It is foolish to look for a neighbor
Search your hearts first
Find out, if you do not have it
The neighbor can’t share it with you
You cannot acquire with money
You cannot see with your eyes
somewhere you have done mistake
Maybe you can see in women
Or seen in artists
sensitivity is their motive
Learn to love others
smile a while with neighbors
don’t cheat them,
You have to face the situation
one day the tenderness pain
it pierce your mind
Hour 18: November 2020
the door was kicked and
opened wide; the ceiling cracked
— from side to side
“we have the votes!” the
women cried; and hearts of hope
shout joy and sing pride
2022 Poem Twenty-Two
Bricks
Everything will be
alright with you by my side.
We can share our bricks.
An Ode to Poetry Poem 21/Hour 21
An Ode to Poetry
By: LuvMiFreely
Oh how grateful I am that you exist
You give me space to express how I feel
Words flow easier for me when written
When the world doesn’t understand me
You welcome me with arms wide open
Thank you for always being my my safe place
Euphoria
So you like a little light mixed with your deepest dark desires
Tell me more, my darling, for I only aim to please
Tell me all the ways you’d like this evening to transpire
Tell me all the ways to make you buckle at the knees
I’ll follow to the letter the instructions you so give
Commit to memory every pore upon your skin
And if you wish, my lover, I’ll spend hours of my time
Making each and every curve along your body into mine
I’ll be patient as the bee who’s turning nectar into gold
Awaiting every droplet till the honey starts to flow
As gentle as the river oh so slightly changing course
As the dam is ever rising down the bend and building force
Allowing you to bask within an ever climbing pressure
Appreciate the moment and bathing in your pleasure
I’ll lead you into waters as of yet remain unchartered
And make your deepest fantasies just a little darker
2022 Poem Fifteen
Untitled
Being naked with you was
the least intimate thing we could do.
My bare skin covered in our sweat
was a shield for my heart and spirit.
There was nothing you could do to my body
that would hurt me more than anyone else had.
My secretly fragile skin is my only shield.
I might not have been ready to bare my soul
but you were never worthy of it.
Hour 15 ( Beautiful Sunshine)
The sun is out in all its beauty
It Shines so brightly
warm sunshine so bright
glimmering in the day
turning sadness into joy
out shining darkness
A life filled with sunshine
joy and happiness
Laughter and fun