24 Poems ~ 24 Hours
Oh what Lightning speed he’s got
Leaving the other animals in thought
Like a flash you barely see
Just a cloud of smoke or three
Slow poke slow poke once was said
The hare so fast he rested instead
Arrogantly sure of himself
He fell behind but he slept well.
Now it’s time to play catch up
But it’s too late the turtles won
Next time don’t underestimate
The one who’s stealth won him the race
~Rebeli
Hour 10, Prompt 10
The Lazy Honeybee
The other bees grew weary of Larry droning on
about his sore wing.
Laden with pollen Larry refused to carry
because of his wing,
the other bees darted to and fro, past him lounging
cradling his wing.
Until the queen saw him at the edge of the hive
holding his wing.
With a kick and a shove, she sent him flying
on perfectly good wings.
You have moved on
While I stayed
You are looking at tomorrow
While I live in yesterday
You thrive in today
While I linger in memories
Bound
Spring flowers surround
marriage in June’s early heat
bound together now
There was a bamboozled baboon
Who ate all his fruit with a spoon
The spoons were a set
and thus hard to get
especially when sold by a goon
Day one I’m filled with dread
Thoughts refusing to enter my head
Day two gets better
Stiffness starts to shatter
Day three I am energetic
Its when i feel most poetic
Day four I have anticipation
Mixed with dwindling concentration
Day five I am filled with excitement
Yet still restless, but still compliant
Day seven i feel relief
Doesnt matter that it will be brief
Day six I am calm
This day is quite a charm
Day seven i am relaxed yet weary
For to repeat the cycle will be dreary
I am dark
You cannot see me in the dark
For i blend with it
I am dark, i am night
I am your darkest desire
I am your darkest need
Smooth and svelte
Like Gulder
Dark and stormy like the sea
I am dark
I am just
A memory to you
Now
I was never
A part of your
Life
I will stop
Thinking of
You
So the memory
Will fade
Ana laid on the floor and looked into space
she did not contest her space
she did not whine
she has lost her verve
Ana ignored her master
cold as a cucumber, she looked the other way
she had nothing to say
as she wont to do
She had nothing to do
she would not engage in sports
she had become docile
she has lost interest in everything
nothing matters to her any more
Isn’t it said whatever a Pit Bull does, it does with heart and soul?
What happened to Ana so?
The Pit Bull in Ana
Has died
I remember
When people spilled out
And doors spewed them
I remember
When children burst in seams
And flew in the air
I remember laughter
And banter
And mirth
Now, there is only silence