24 Poems ~ 24 Hours
Out of my way, you three armless worms!
Your speech offends with lies and fables!
Manipulative oafs! All of you! Swearing
upon the falsehood of your faith.
I remember the in-between, and your
taunts to my king of kings, the one
who carried upon his back
the weight of our despair.
And now, you say “God bless…”
as if your words don’t fall to
chains and ashes amid the
governance of hell.
Father’s Day Brunch
Lovely French brunch
on the patio in The City.
Strange but good feeling
between my shoulders.
Relaxation.
Followed by overwhelming sadness.
If I relax, I’ll cry.
The whole world must feel this way.
I’m not a crier. Often can’t cry.
Thought about this beautiful city, its culture,
destruction from rising sea levels.
Felt I could cry into my Croque Madame,
never stop, tears rushing in a torrent
over to Columbus Circle,
washing its statue
along with Trump Tower
from their moorings
like the coming deluge
from rising oceans.
Busy, busy little bee
Making honey just for me
Taking nectar for each flower
Buzzing it home hour after hour
Drying it out with the breeze from you wings
You place a cap over the little honeycomb things
Keeping it safe for the beekeeper’s harvest
To bung into jars and take off to market
You’ll start anew to make more honey
Busy, busy little bee you’re clever and funny
Momentous Moment
Long hours of preparation
The competitive exam,
The application process,
And after, not knowing
Not daring to guess
Whether I’ve done as well as I thought.
As well as I ought–
After the long hours of study.
Pitting myself against
Unseen forces
Hoping I’ll get
Into University
With my chosen courses.
The ping of my laptop
Heart thudding to a stop
The fumbling finger
Scrolling down to linger
On the one word– “Accepted” !!
On to the “What you are expected
To send in…”
That one moment of pure joy
When fear gets lost
In what seems like the distant past
The moment that I savor most
Touching that longed-for goal post,
Not even the moment after
When the thrill has dissolved in laughter,
But that exact moment of acceptance
Is the height of exuberance.
Did I really just write hour 18 – without typos? Yes, hell yes I did. Clearly, I’m in pretty good shape – which is awesome! I have loud rhythmic jazz blaring into my ears and I think that is partially to thank for the wonderous energy and awakeness coursing through my veins. I have a poem in mind… maybe kinda sorta, Idk, we’ll see what happens in the next however many minutes til midnight ish
Poem 18:
The pink tinged purple spaceman
swimming in something we define as
the galaxy but still have no idea how to
actually describe – is staring at me from
my monitor – much larger than I am used to
and simulating something lifesize and real
as opposed to the imaginary guide he
usually presents himself as. And now it
is midnightish and I know he wants me
to join him in the void – but I can’t.
Not yet.
-M. Rene’
sincerelybluejay poetry
“He is coming and I am here” – The Time Traveler’s Wife.
He is coming and I am here
A reunion long in coming
He’s finally back on US soil
Back with our family again
He’s safe, he’s near, he’ll be here soon
He’ll meet his girl at last
We have much catching up to do
And I can hardly wait
He is coming and I am here
It’s raining tears of joy
He made it back, the war is done
He’s made us all so proud
His time is up and just begun
He’ll share with us once more
I cannot speak to just how great
It is he’s almost home
He is coming and I am here
His plane is landing now
It won’t be long til we embrace
It seems its been too long
I see him now, he sees me too
I’ve got so much to do
But, first I must now let you go
He’s home, my dream’s come true
glad day
don’t ask me how it’s happened : because i don’t understand : & confess i remain : skeptical : but apparently : a message : has arrived : via the survivors’ underground network : a hodgepodge of crystal radios : gossip & tall tales : paper notes : whisper down the lane : & pigeon post : for all i know : that
:
Stella & Rueben’s grandparents : are both alive : & in North-West Tasmania : & if not well : at least : looking forward to : their grandchildren’s arrival : at their earliest convenience
sure : two teenagers : will simply traipse : unharmed : over the best part : of three states : for a tearjerking : reunion : in the midst : of the world’s most comprehensive : disaster : ever
Rueben : i’m pleased to observe : remains lacklustre : he seeks more reliable : data : not just the say so : of a bedraggled bunch of lucky-to-be-alives : spiderwebbing : across the continent
still : watching Stella : arms to the sun : dancing : is a breath stopping : sight : that bubbles : laughter : in even my : grumpy breast
How deep does the tunnel go?
How bright does the light shine?
How yellow are the gate’s gold?
Very tight is how the chord binds
So, go on…
Tell the tall tale of stories long ago so told?
The true meaning to a poets words…indeed, who can find?
Here today gone tomorrow
There’ll be no more pain, no more sorrow
There’ll be no symphony
Like Lillie’s in the field he’s cooking up a melody.
Tiny kitty meow
orange found us kitty meow
kept us and loved us
brought life back into our hearts
and saved us from the lonelies.
Best orange kitty
in the history of all
orange kitties who
ever were soft and orange
saved us from our covid sad
Joy kitty orange
tiny meow petted darling
kitty of snuggles
hippety hop kitty meow
wonky hop orange love beans.
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Look straight into the eyes of the beast
Tell me what you see
Amber waves of grain?
No just sludge slathered plains
Amber colored flames
Blood on the horizon
In our streets
The future and present
& the past
It’s what we built
our brand upon