24 Poems ~ 24 Hours
In anticipation of downturn,
the future retreated
in the face of geopolitical
driving.
Using random words pulled from ‘The Final Call’ newsletter, proudly delivered to my friend’s yard, unrequested, by some guy since a few months ago.
2022 prompt/hour 10:
“owl is stupid – about being smart …bc trauma-anxiety is real”
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Position Vacant: Magister Library Owl
Desirable characteristics
*older owl
*needs to be willing to dress the part when on duty
*needs to be able to pull off wise-owl-owl voice when necessary
*must be able to sit at the information desk for extended periods (if you have back or wing injuries please consider if this is the correct role for you)
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He’d answered the advertisement
He’d met the stated criteria
He’d gotten through the interviews, somehow
He’d just skirted around the obvious
He’d been aware of his lack, of course
He’d been told not be be stupid about it
By friends
By family
By former workmates
But he knew
He knew they were looking for a *wise* distinguished old owl
Not a {stupid, thick as two planks, can’t get anything right ever can you? useless} owl
Yet
Yet somehow
Somehow
They said yes
They offered him the job
He’d got it
He’d been accepted
He’d got a magical contract to be paid for life
He’d never go hungry again – not even if he was {stupid and useless and got it wrong again}
What was he going to DO?
Any moment now the magister librarians were going to figure out he was a total fraud
Find out do you hear
Find out he was a fraud
Find out he was stupid
Find out he got things wrong
Find out {he dropped things …and I’m so sorry I’ll fix it .. please – I’ll try harder … I can do better… I promise ..}
Find out he wasn’t *wise*
Find out he didn’t have a clue
Oh, OH what was he going to DO?
Merry – LordCricket 2022 poetry marathon
Hour Ten – MAGPIE Mary Pecaut
I’m the bringer of all that sparkles,
harbinger of luck – good or bad
you decide.
My cackle is a siren’s call
A matriarchal cry
Save Our Mother Gaia
My metallic green and purple sheen
gleam glossy
yet all is not
what it seems.
Rising waters engulf
the earth, the future
is grim. Here we are –
Out on a limb
Anchored by the support
of our twining paths
strengthened by mutual desire
we become spiraled promises
seeking communion
Joe, I love seeing you first thing every morning
You are always there to wake me with a smile
I taste you on my lips and my soul is awakened
I feel alive again
I would not ever be able to exist a day without you
Your addictive qualities keep me coming back for more
I love you and I know you love me back
Why? Because you – and only you – can make me happy first thing in the morning
Joe, I am so glad that you are mine
We’ll be together forever
’til death do us part
Because a love like ours is a love too special a bond to ever break
The shrubs were planted row by row
Each one ready to flower
Day by day the garden grew,
Looking greener than ever. (more…)
not funny
all five of us
holding it in
as best we can
despite feeling
slightly mad
under the strain
they’re so close
we hear their
near silent hum
intelligent machines
hunting half blind
but ultra alert
to life forms
they consider
a threat
the trouble is
Milky just farted
& we are all
shaking silently
fit to bursting
at the absurdity
of a flatulent dog
potentially costing us
our lives
When the brain cracks
The mind loses tracks
Man is but a mere freak
Freaking out with a streak
What is left of the mind’s trick
Let us return to the garbage dump
Where lost souls gather to lump
Together their tales of the mirror
Fractured with no questions from the juror
Who would always poke at the mind
Not minding who and who are blind.
In this season of crackers
We see so many hackers
Whose minds have gone bunkers…
We must return to that refuse heap
To rescue all those about to flip.
On the darkest of days,
When it seems there can be no light,
A smile on someone’s face can be,
Everything you would ever need.
Right from your chest,
Taking up your entire breath,
But giving you more air to breathe,
Easing the worries of your mind.
In the worst of all times,
Especially when told a no,
The best medicine of all,
Live, love and?
Note: Nitrous Oxide is laughing gas