24 Poems ~ 24 Hours
Joy springing up
fresh, hopeful
amazing possibilities.
Joy increasing
joining with others
laughter, praise
growing in strength.
Joy magnified
more than a
temporary fix to hard stuff
A way of life.
Joy multiplied
so much more
body, soul, spirit
overflowing.
Joy
every day
A life changing choice.
Night had wrought bloody adventure,
Indulged on enduring sight,
Tangible desires satiated,
Intangible impulses,
Created.
Additional was needed to lechery’s rising tides,
A maelstrom’s hand, coldly clenches me,
Accompanied by the Vortices of want,
An inadequate nourishment vexes,
Its promise of unfulfillment,
Compounds the need,
What is happening?
When shall it feed?
How to be free?
Lascivious offerings shall soon scream their benefaction,
Delight in form, sweet in taste, the ardour attractive
New afflictions of flesh ignited,
Her sweet body dully invited,
Subservient to my will,
She accepts my flesh,
No remorse in taste,
Our bodies peaking,
Climax reunited.
Nanny’s Special Tunafish Salad
My Nanny’s tunafish salad.
Family occasio.meal.
All the females in the kitchen chatting together.
Nanny standing st the sink running water
over the oil packed tuna.
No water packed in those days.
Peeling perfectly boiled eggs
with shells that never stuck to the white part.
Chopping with a real knife…big kid status.
//chopping crunchy fresh celery bought from the neighbor next door.
Red delicious apples.
Checked for worm holes before chopping, of course,
Occasionally they were still wiggling.
Ewwww.
Fresh pecans gathered from the backyard.
Cracking those pecans while watching some black and
white family show on tv.
DelMonte sweet pickle relish about half a cup.
And just the right amount of Kraft mayonnaise.
This delicacy was served on fresh homegrown tomatoes with a side of homemade bread for those who wanted it.
A time of family bonding.
Please, Mama, I don’t like it
I push the peas around
It doesn’t matter what I like
When I’m in Mama’s house
If you don’t eat it for dinner
It’s breakfast in the morning
If not breakfast, then for lunchtime
And that’s your final warning
If eating peas will make you cry
There’s bad news all around
In Mama’s house, they give you
Something to cry about
Please, Mama, it feels scratchy
I scrape across my neck
It matters not to Mama
It’s her house, last we checked
There’s nothing wrong with cotton
And there’s nothing wrong with tags
Mama asks me if I’d rather
Go to school in rags
If tickles make your body mad
If touches make you shout
Hold it all inside or get
Something to cry about
Please, Mama, I’m alone in here
Please, Mama, stay the night
Stay till all the monsters
Are finally sleeping tight
Don’t talk about your Dad that way
You know your brother loves you
We don’t tell lies, now say goodnight
The way that good girls do
If someone makes you hurt or bleed
But you don’t have the proof
I’d probably not suggest you stay
Under Mama’s roof
Please, Mama makes no difference
Please, Mama doesn’t care
Please, Mama shuts the door
While I am running out of air
Please, Mama doesn’t get it
Please, Mama doesn’t see
Please, Mama says I love you
To the people hurting me
Please, Mama never noticed
Please, Mama turned her back
Give that girl an Emmy
For how well she can act
Please, Mama says she’ll never
Understand why I don’t call
Please, Mama thinks that she was right
Making me so small
Please, Mama is the victim now
Please, Mama is in pain
But till the day I die
Mama will not see me again
stones
in tonight’s house : the boy finds : a Mancala set : wordlessly demands : instruction : i teach him : it doesn’t take long : the beauty of it : & probably the reason : it’s lasted : thousands of years : & may be : one of our earliest : boardgames : the rules : are so simple : as I watch : the boy & girl : play : she is rapidly : collecting : all the stones
i try not : to see : the symbolism
The night has crept in
eradicating the light
feel it consume you
Open my eyes, first thought
smooth, dark bitterness tempered
by a dash of milk
A hit of caffeine
is what I crave, awoken
by my own dark dreams
The heat on my lips
is reassurance enough
to chase dread away
Without you my dear, I am nothing and no one,
You made me the person that I am today,
Reminding me of who I eventually want to be,
Without you, I am carcass waiting for the vultures.
As I smell the acrid stench of your body burning,
So do my hopes and dreams I had for my future,
A broken arm, yet I’m still feeling phantom pains,
Your passing is not an easy toll to bear, my dear.
I will always beg and crave for you with every molecule,
A brave soul who didn’t hesitate to stand up for us all,
To everyone who needed it, so just and fair,
I will always miss you, my basic human rights…
Note: It is an elegy that was inspired because of the overturning of the Roe V. Wade bill in the US yesterday which ends the constitutional right to abortion.
When I was a child,
playing in the backyard
the air smelled of cookies
from the factory to the east
I thought of tiny Keebler elves hard at work
I never thought to ask
if the elves received benefits,
PTO, or if they were unionized
I was a child then
all I could smell was the sweetness
of chocolate chips heavy
in the muggy Virginia heat
Until the winds shifted course,
and the confectionary incense rescinded,
voided by a swift, sour
olfactory dissonance
sweeping in, wretchedly,
from the nearby landfill
This early lesson
in impermanence
demonstrated acutely
that life is bittersweet