24 Poems ~ 24 Hours
The sound bubbles up out of his chest
as he watches Sally, our Pyrenees,
run the perimeter of the place.
She’s on duty, only stopping to sniff,
until she makes it back to her starting place
at our feet. She drops, rolls onto her back,
and waits for a belly rub.
She likes his sound, that happy sound,
as much as I do.
Home cooked food and a dog
who takes her job seriously.
The former makes him smile,
the latter bubbles up out of him
until we all feel the joy.
A hungry infant cried somewhere,
a starving mother weeped,
alone she was,
with a world against her.
They ordered and she obeyed,
They wouldn’t last
another night.
Muffled voices of child was heard
as the pro-life humans
drank bright red wine
in victory of the prosecution they did.
Stories were told
of the heartless mother
why would she do that?
No one told,
story of a woman
who had no choice
as another cry was heard.
she sang with glee in her heart,
and a belly full of joy.
i loved seeing her face light up with amusement,
and can hear the mirth in her voice.
such wonderful memories we had together:
us girls, a bottle of wine between us
and a story ready to share.
Watching time pass through a foggy lens
Going mute on memories
Writhing in pain and agony
I thought this was worth the wait
I walk with a glimmering gold
Crinkles adorning my eyes
A few having a glance of my heart
A misty wistful wish it is
Muffled sounds which don’t carry
Sinking as I try to pretend
I forgot how I did it
Do I snort, or do my eyes become small?
Or they just brighten up
Is it loud or a silent one?
As I have become now
It mocks the anguish I feel
I sit alone and brood
I wish I had it to see
If it was for real.
The Joke (Poetry Marathon 2022 – Hour 11)
The other day you told me something
Funny you read on facebook
I reacted by clicking the wow Icon
As I almost fell off my chair.
I’ve never been good remembering jokes,
Sometimes I remember the punchline
Sometimes I remember everything but the punchline
But thank you for sharing the essence of what
We all need to shake us out of the doldrums
After 2 years of hibernation.
I am scratching my head now
Wondering what made me break up
With tears in my eyes
Causing an earthquake in my chair.
I know you don’t remember either
Jokes being as ephemeral as nitrous oxide
Just hiding within the ether.
Just for the fun of it
I try to find it on facebook
But maybe it was instagram or twitter.
Let us just enjoy the few seconds of mindlessness.
Come to bed
Uncontrollable
Choking on thin air
Snorting bubbles
Rising from deep within a fancy
Well and truly tickled
Unexpected reaction
A gene hidden from view
Elated by an unseen force
Stirring lusts
That lead to much much more
If not suitably restrained
[Prompt: Write about laughter without ever using the words, laugh, laughter, or giggle.]
content warning: just. anger. angory.
Anger still feels like a foreign disease
Infecting my lungs, making me freeze
It’s raging hot and burning fire
Rolling my stomach, stoking my ire
Gods I feel so angry I think I’m gonna be sick
It’s a stranger to me and makes my tongue thick.
I have to unravel it, step by step,
Ignore all the old anger I accidentally kept.
The ribbon of red burns and screams,
But the anger isn’t as evil as it seems.
Once it’s settled, I then understand.
Things didn’t go quite as planned.
I didn’t feel valued, I was taken for granted,
Some problem I hated raved and ranted.
Now that I know, I can take a gentle stand.
Anger, then, doesn’t feel quite as bad.
Prompt: “Write a poem about laughter without ever using the words, laugh, laughter, or giggle.”
Being funny comes naturally to you.
A day never goes by that I don’t chuckle.
Sometimes, I can’t breathe,
gasping for air,
holding my belly,
an eruption waiting to happen.
Such happiness dwells,
I forget about everything else,
seeing your smile,
makes my day.
Being funny comes naturally to you…
never stop making me chuckle.
Your bare chest ripples beneath my cheek
as creases sprout beside your eyes
and my phone vibrates with missed calls
but I don’t want to hear anything else
except the way the air crackles when
you take your next breath and how
the birdsongs fade beneath the roar
of your carbonated joy