24 Poems ~ 24 Hours
Internet failed and my photo didn’t load.
I will correct this injustice when I retain home.
Here’s hoping my poetry still counts.
Handwrit poem reads:
Each poem struggling
lost within my failed iPhone.
I choose to return
to handwritten pieces-
paperless poetry.
Peek-a-boo
Oh yes…I see you too.
Even though you know my name, but hey…
Boo is cool too.
Roses are red violets are blue
These words will ever remain true
So I tried to find a rhyme for the word beautiful
I don’t know, somehow I always ended up with you.
Like a giraffe in a sideways world
I take up too much space
the others say I don’t belong
I’m an absolute disgrace!
Like a giraffe in a sideways world
My feet never land on the ground
I feel I float with my head in the clouds
my multihued dreams, they abound
Like a giraffe in a sideways world
I have a different view
No one can really understand
No one gives me my due!
Like a giraffe in a sideways world
when everyone’s world is straight
I’m forced to live by boring rules
That boring old duffers dictate!
Like a giraffe in a sideways world
I know of pleasures none do!
The others then are bugged no end
That fact they cannot chew!
Hour 2 Prompt 2
Christmas Angels on a Snowy Eve (inspired by Robert Frost)
Amid a winter’s walk profound
With starlight whisp’ring soft around
The moon stretched long her guiding light
Toward a peaceful, soothing sound
Angelic voices in the night
Led me toward a joyful sight
On dunes of bluelit, moonlit snow
My soul arose with fresh delight
Vibrato, allegretto started to grow
Purest voices tiding ebb and flow
Bringing my being to swaying and swing
‘round a celestial ring aglow
I wish to touch a gossamer wing
Wish permission for all I’m seeking
That with the angels I might sing
That with the angels I might sing
The forest is pregnant with uncertainties.
Each time I wade into its gripping darkness,
I think of the snakes, leopards,
And all the other creatures in the wild
That strikes fear in our minds…
The forest is pregnant with uncertainties
But uncertainties are not always of the frightful.
Some good do come out of uncertainties
Like the joy that comes after nine months of pregnancy.
Each time I step into the woods,
I remind myself ,
I have promises to keep…
There is salvation in the forest,
And knowledge is like a deep forest
That can hardly be fully explored.
Each time I wade into the forest
I hope to emerge with the promise of a better life,
I hope to discover that great treasure
Which I promised my father
To find and use to fend the next generation
And give them the life of bliss
That I never had.
Though the forest is pregnant with uncertainties,
But I have promises to keep.
(But I have promises to keep. – credit, Robert Frost culled from the poem… Stopping by woods on a snowy evening)
Whose woods these are I think I know
The same as has been since before
Our kind came and knocked them down
To build timber, cities and towns
They belong to the trees
The animals, birds, and the bees
The collective keeping them alive
So they can nurture you and I
Whose woods these are I think I know
They are not ours, of that I’m sure
And they never ever will be
Bound to persist after humanity
Credit for line 1 and line 9: Robert Frost’s “Stopping by Woods on a Snowy Evening”
That evening when the call
came that broke the news
that broke my heart
the receding sun was a dark ball
death in the house
my heart sank
like an undermined building
mama gone?
this isn’t just a death
it’s THE death
and you said to me:
Cry, it will make you calm
suffer your tears to flow
they’ll someday dry
but no –
my tears flow still
when, like a hollow gong,
that voice rings in my head
death in the house
that evening
the darkest evening
of my life
is forever etched on
my memory’s wall
Line 21 borrowed from line 8 of Robert Frost’s
Prompt 2: Read Robert Frost’s poem Stopping By Woods on a Snowy Evening, chose one line or phrase, and with credit, write a poem with that line or phrase in it. Prompt partially contributed by Se Johnson.
Before I Sleep
~willjxn~
Before I sleep I’ll make a list
of things to do but to resist:
The garden needs some flowering,
The office needs un-towering.
The kitchen sink needs dishes washed,
The table needs the bread crumbs tossed.
The toilet needs a good scrubbing
My wife’s sore back— a soft rubbing,
The book at hand needs me to read.
Now add to this, I’ll write this screed.
Dogs need their walking
Granddaughters un-squawking
I’ve miles to go before my need,
for good night’s sleep, my conscience heed.
Do you have rules about work
He may work a 9-5
But if I work a 12-9
And sometimes a 10-10
But occasionally a 1-3
Who wins
There is a boy I had once known
Who was always quiet and always alone
He never had friends and never would talk
He always kept his head down when he would walk
I never spoke to him or tried to be his friend
But I somehow knew he had scars to mend
So maybe “known” is not the word that should be used
Because “knowing” and “know of” must not be confused
Sometimes I wonder about him even though it’s been years
What was the reason behind his unshed tears
Why was it that he always seemed down
What was the cause of his constant frown
Years later I wish I had at least flashed him a smile
Or even offered him a simple ” hello” once in a while
Too dumb and stupid I was back then
The naivity that comes from being a grade 10
So to the boy who always covered his face
Just know I wish that I had given you just one embrace
You are still thought about to this day
And wherever you are, I hope you are okay