24 Poems ~ 24 Hours
She is a goddess and the stars are alive on her skin.
The oceans are alive in her eyes and I’m outside her walls just dying to be let in.
She is a never ending dose of sunshine.
A daydream that has come to life.
And when she is away it is the darkest moon you’ll ever know.
She pours herself into your veins.
Plants a garden within your heart watching the roots dig in.
You might fight back but you will never win.
“When one group breaks the covenant of truth and assumes an exclusive role in defining the basis of human relationship, that group plants the seed of rebellion.”
James H. Cone. Black Theology and Black Power
It will never be anything other than
An uneasy balancing act
Between us
That is the condition and cost
We tell stories of temptation
It slithers and sheds its skin
It sounds reasonable to reasonable people
Or, for dramatic effect, we set desirable thing
Behind a chain link fence
We poke our fingers between the links
We dream the dreams of petty tyrants
Whose bellies and hearts are never full
And the soul of this world is never enough
Temptation is real
This world is built on a promise
Not a statue
Our bodies require bonds that are renewed daily
The claim is a simple one
I am a living being
With living beings
On a living being
And so are you
To be is to make that claim
To be held to that claim
To be judged by that claim
We live a circular scale
Or maybe a spiral
To understand this is to understand justice
Not just a word we say
But a living template
A claim made on each other just because we are alive
A claim I hope and expect
You will make of me
As I make of you
When you get drunk with power…
I dissent.
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”
I am just a misunderstood creature,
a deadly stare they say,
but I can not help it.
born this way,
I am doomed to be feared.
My mother left me before I was born,
maybe her karma is on me,
to suffer the consequences for eternity.
Between the heartache and pain
Losing himself to the core
He will never be the same
Plagued by insanity
Drowning in deceit
Tortured by reality
His innocence doesn’t show up
A pure heart, not he is
Breaking into pieces
Which has died inside
Little bit, one by one
Until he’ll have none
No one steps closer
For the monster he has become
No one has apologized
For what they made him
Should he apologize for what he has become?
Colors warm, and filled with sweetness
Hugs and kisses feel completeness
Sharing laughs and sneaking looks
Writing notes behind our books
What could I possibly be ?
~Rebeli
She is
a menacing myth
made mostly of mirth and mildew:
she meanders amidst malice
marking mavens, and
making them mad with her magic
the mermaid meets men,
she mirrors their meek mentalities.
most melt, meeting her malevolence
she makes mincemeat of “modesty”
Glaze and forte
muse and thundergrail
forged from a steel of green peace; the calm wonder
As we make for the tavern on an inevitable journey; one we have always craved
side by side our bond and loyalty, richly displayed
Eagles on the front walk set to take of by bound destinies
side by side
we’ll slay our dragons
mop our sins with their blood
side by side
we’ll war when we must and win when we can
side by side
we set out to conquer
side by side
we set out to leap
side by side
side by side…
Head lowered
Eyes closed
A step inside
Forgotten
The vines tower over
Every corner
Stretching up the wall
The whispers
Of what happened here
Echo the hall
They failed they cry
The hour’s here
No more will they occupy
This regal space