24 Poems ~ 24 Hours
That is you and I
sitting on a bench
overlooking the ocean
and our lives.
We are growing old together
We know each other’s health struggles
We have matched strides and rhythms
Danced around each other’s shortcomings.
We have gazed at the moon
with love in our eyes
One day when walking is too much
Our heads bent towards each other
We shall sit on such a bench
Looking out onto the ocean
lost in our memories.
A million moments
Reflections of love.
Picture of ‘Kicking Horse Pedestrian Bridge’ in Golden, BC
hearkening to a bygone era
promises to keep one safe—
the covered bridge
DogSpeak #6 You and Me and He/She
I’m lonely when you’re not home
and I know you need to go to work
to make bone money, yeah money
to buy bones, but it’s so quiet when
you’re not here.
Can you get me a brother or a sister,
a he or she? I won’t love you any less,
won’t play favorites between you and
him/her, will always have kisses
for you,
but I need someone to romp with,
maybe a puppy to show the ropes to,
teach him/her to follow the rules,
outside to do business before play,
not to bark at the mailman because
he’s our friend, though I don’t know
why. He’s never brought me anything.
But I digress. I’ll teach little newbie
how to sit and stay, but no begging
because we don’t beg here. Dinner
is always yummy, eat it all and then
you get a treat. No hogging the bed,
your pillow is off limits, and never
ever under any duress, take your shoes
or slippers or stinky socks.
What do you say? Can I share you,
can you share me, and make room
for number three?
~ J R Turek
Look at this meal,
Look at it, a wonderful meal, all for me
A feast fit for a king!
Here with you, honoring you with my presence,
You are also wonderful though, what with your face
I guess
So let’s bask in the moment together,
Enjoy a dish prepared by the chef to my
Explicit
And perfect instructions
Under my watchful eye
Enjoy yourself, you’ve earned it Captain
We finally get to go on that date.
the crows debate
in their parliament
the taste of bread crumbs
and the old man who throws it
he’s throwing more crumbs to the fish
they need to change directions
the crows discuss
the white cat with the brown ear
and green eyes out to get them
who will bell the cat and save the crows?
anonymous votes are cast, decision to be taken in the next session
the crows decide
to uphold the divine duty
to announce guests in different houses
matters of the day done, parliament dismissed,
they fly with loud and friendly calls
black blurs on branches
sending orderly homes into chaos
with grandmothers exclaiming
about guests arriving
(Clicked during a morning walk)
Nothing will depart us
We’re connected by hearts.
The knot of love
Till death— the rhythm of earth.
They love each other so much
They promise to lead life
Here or there not a matter
Till death— the tune of heart.
They are sitting on the bench
They are recalling lovely past.
All are reflected one by one
Till death— fragrance of love.
My daily prayer
a prayer for love
a prayer for joy
a prayer for peace
a prayer for happiness
a prayer for all mankind
a bountiful blessing that will never end.
I pray for my family
I pray for my children
I pray for the children of others
I pray for my neighbors
I pray for my friends
I pray for those that I may never know.
Yet I know they all need my prayers.
I pray for the sick
I pray for the wounded in spirit
I pray for the heart that has been broken
I pray for those without hope
I pray for those who are shattered by grief
unable to face the disappointments that life can bring.
Somehow I know these prayers will bring comfort and peace.
I pray for our government
I pray for war to end
I pray for understanding to increase
I pray for misunderstanding to decrease
I pray for tolerance
a prayer that we will not destroy ourselves
with our own greed, selfishness and narrowness of mind
Yet I know all these things can only come from heaven above.
how marvelous it would be
if we all prayed in real unity.
caring for the needs of our brother
striking the chord of true love for one another.
No more war and no more pain
everybody on the same frequency
the frequency that will lead to world love and harmony.
There she sits, on her throne-like seat,
Where the Delaware Bay and Atlantic meet,
And guards The Point as the ships sail on,
From far-flung places, to the Cape May dawn.
His black face is relaxed.
His long body taking up almost the whole ottoman.
His soft snores make me smile.
His fur is growing back after his last hair cut.
A sleeping cat is a happy cat.
Almost 11 years old, he still plays and cuddles.
He makes my day everyday.