24 Poems ~ 24 Hours
On warm rocks, basking
Tail in sea water, swishing
Combing long red hair
Leaving clothes behind
Run freely, earth under paws
Bright white moon looms low
Rainbows shimmering
Cobbled shoes in pots of gold
Here, please hold my beer
(Prompt: “Write a poem that involves a mythical monster in some capacity, whether it’s as a side character, a prop, a villain or even the protagonist.” – contributed by Bhasha Dwivedi.)
One day at a weapons shop I met a man selling bricks
For money he offered some swords
But I really wanted some figs
Like others he thought I was odd,
But before the weapon shop I could leave
He said “I can help you I believe”
Bricks, Figs, you shall find
Swords, Rings you can get
You must now open your mind
And get down to St. Thor’s Market
There were stalls selling rings
Gems in many shades
There were even stalls selling wings
People here and there of different trades
Before I could open my mouth
I was greeted by a peculiar lady,
She shouted “For you I have Figs”
I couldn’t help thinking she might be quite shady.
“But how did you know?” I asked,
“Do you want them or not?” she did say.
Silently, the figs she passed.
Then vanished before I could pay.
Toss an acorn to the frog tree
With wistful thinking in the valley
Send my message to the moon
I wish to see you soon
Spin the wheel three times
Don’t forget to close your eyes
Dance and enjoy the time that flies
I’ll see you on the other side
Hour Seventeen – “Write a poem that involves a mythical monster in some capacity, whether it’s as a side character, a prop, a villain or even the protagonist.”
Ravana – King or Beast?
Was he the King among kings?
Carrying his ten heads and immortality
with grace that challenged the Gods.
Or was he the demon Rakshasa?
Abductor of the fair Sita,
the wife of Rama, the Lord among Lords.
His intellect unbound, his logic sound
and wisdom profound.
But was he friend or foe?
Was he the lecherous other?
Or the loyal brother?
Disguised as a doe.
The answer, my friend, it all depends
on your own geography.
Folk from the North
believe him to be the devil incarnate.
They burn him on Diwali
to end all evil on earth.
Folk from the South
Worship him. An honourable King
who laid not a finger on his guest Sita?
The debate will never end.
The world will never know.
If Ravana was a Friend
Or a ten-headed Foe?
One head
To think oh thoughts of logic
Three hearts
To feel a love cathartic
Seven wings
To fly across the plains
To save the damsel you proclaim
Six legs with hoofs
To help you run
When flying’s not an option
Through the valleys and
Through rolling hills
You swoop in gracefully for the kill
You save her majesty from danger
You win her love with silent prayer.
If ever she were under attack
She knows for sure
You’d have her back
~Rebeli
i pause, shaking the frustration from my body
it stays, like an eletric fizz, my nerve endings sizzle
i feel myself leaving like a dead faint
i watch my body rise and fall, doing a dance i dont know the steps to
i move like l have wings, the currents holding me as i be impossible
i feel the fire in my belly, my body twisting
becoming, dragon.
Creature with a mane, front claws that maim
Cloven hoofed hind legs, goat stomach but not head
A fire brews within it, its tail is scaled and hisses
The original, the monstrous maven, the chimera craven
None could fight it save its brother, a beast born just as foul
Wing of bat and segmented tail, venomous as well
With bod of lion and face of man, the manticore could spy on
Any fiend who dared approach from a skull tipped mountain
The two were born in enmity, raised to end each other
But despite their wicket propensity, their violence found another
The scaly wyrm, a beast of legend, with wings and flame alike
Impenetrable metal hide, and horrid toxic bite
Monsters united to slay the dragon, and ended a lifelong feud
For both agreed that left unchecked, the lizard sucked, my dude
It destroyed what it did not eat, and it ate a lot. So Manticore
Called to Chimera, and they began to plot.
“It likes Maidens, and heroes encased in iron,” spoke the man-faced lion
“We set a trap, a juicy girl chained upon a rock, we tell the dragon it’s for
Him, gifted from man-kind’s lot. Then fill a hero’s blood with venom
And give the hero rot. Drop him outside its lair, he’ll eat it without thought.”
They laid it out and planned so well, the chimera worked a magic spell,
While the drake laid out too ill to fight the monsters, they tore it to shreds
And scattered scales among us. The diamond rocks now seed the earth
In places full of poison. The remains of dragon and its greed, which left mankind unburdened..
It’s been a very long day
for a very long time
Scratching at the door to get out
is always a possibility.
Don’t cook bacon.
Don’t become bacon.
Don’t cut yourself.
Always wear pants.
Keep your tamber light.
Do not. Do not tease.
She has no mercy.
It’s been a very long day.
Stay on your two feet.
Wear pajamas.
Do not look her in the eyes.
Scratching at your flesh
is a definite.
Do not beg. Do not beg. Do not beg.
If you want to keep her sleeping
Do not beg.
She smells your need.
She will get to you
if you want her to.
You do not want her to.
Even if you think you do, you don’t.
She doesn’t want to get to you
but if you want her to
She absolutely will not stop.
It’s been a very long day
for a very long time.
I feel her stirring.
The sun is millennia from setting.
.
Once upon a rainy morn
I took a sacred vow
A future bright and newly born
Twas lastly there somehow
I took a sacred vow
It began a whole new life
For in the here and now
I was, at last, a wife
A future bright and newly born
A long road wound ahead
Earmarked by vows that I have sworn
On the day that we wed
Twas lastly there somehow
The day that changed our world
And despite time now passed
You’re mine with arms unfurled