24 Poems ~ 24 Hours
She denied the lies
I laugh inwardly cause I know the truth.
funny how people get defensive
when speaking lies,
Lie to cover a lie,
it goes on and on.
Witnesing the web of lies
created just so she doesn’t have to admit the truth.
How much more pathetic can it get?
I act as if I am buying her bullshit
when I know the truth.
You were lovely
I was engrossed in work
and didn’t pay much attention
to the world happening around me.
I thought it was super weird
how you’d notice the little things
and were not afraid of complimenting me.
I’d blush inwardly,
I still do.
My stomach is in knots everytime
you look my way.
You made me feel so aware
of my presence and
my effect on those around me.
You are beautiful with your playful stares
and your mischief.
I would like to look at myself through your eyes.
Your gaze piercing as if you saw my soul.
You didn’t flinch, it’s like you were drawn.
you continued to maintain eye contact.
I couldn’t reciprocate your eye contact
as I felt self conscious and
scrutinized by the world around us.
I looked down and all around
while passionately romantising
the struggles of my current state.
This electric tenison between us
is so strong, I can’t help but
look for you and find myself matching
you against every other friendship I have ever had.
Nothing compares
there is none like you.
I find your essence in every little thing.
There is this constant tug of war in my heart
and it begins and ends with you.
Should I?
Do I dare?
I am afraid to find out what is behind that door.
Maybe I like you just a little too much,
but I prefer us being just friends.
I’ll deal with my emotions for now
By writing about you
But, I don’t want to lose you.
I’d rather have you as a friend than nothing at all.
Riding Lessons
She came with a light girl, confidant girl, visitors
to our paddock. She did not want to touch me but
the girl rode round and round and I let
it seem she was in charge. Then Julie patted
my neck and the girl brushed me down
and my sawdust was soft and sweet.
When Julie came back alone her clothes
were from the gift shop, so stiff, so new.
Trainer McKenzie taught her tack
and how to sit; she barely breathed.
I felt her fear. Round and round
McKenzie lead us in the livery yard.
Her first dismount was luck; the second
was a fall. But week by week her muscles
grew. She learned to trust. I learned her voice,
her hands that stroked and drew my hair
in lines. We ride outside. I give her rein
these afternoons. She’s just about broken in.
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[prompt: Write a poem about an experience, but from the perspective of another.]
The Power of Prayers
A conversation between you and GOD.
A link that is never lost,
Silence and meditation – prayer
You don’t have to always say something.
Spoken from the heart,
a plea, gratitude, offering, hope, surrender.
Say a prayer
you don’t have to be religious to pray
and you certainly don’t need to know the words,
let the silence guide you
and words flow.
Pray for hope,
pray for peace,
pray for strength
pray for forgiveness
pray for those who don’t pray.
pray for your enemies,
give thanks and honour.
stay humble in prayer.
Never demand
Surrender to God’s will.
Offer your prayers to GOD above
and let go of the rest.
The end is so sweet,
A rush to the finish line
Grateful to make it!
Can’t wait to see you,
in person, it’s really true
Are you really true, too boo?
On mim ther iare too many part to the whoe that your ador or at least from a distane admie until you can explore like how you find treasu ont he sea shore.
Shells , glass, animals, plants remnatnt like seaweed and drift wood and rock alll made new like the pearlixzed stain your your sand worn toes from your biloumicent treck into the golden gardens of the pacific ocean a tributary of the puget sound.
Some came for fireworks yet the sparler like glow that your discoved in the sands and sea was enough for you and your greatul heart to make your summer complete. Just like when your mom cam to visit for a month to help you see your way and the musical pathe that you live.
This was infact the year you dicide to do what you wilhed and more imporatntly wah is trully good and works for you.
Wheter you choose to stay in a home that now feels new, or change to another job that is farther in distance yet specakd to apart of you theat you put on hold or if you choose to to go for a love that you dont want to explain other than all your senses are enlivened and feel the excitment that you alwayus knew you had yet were too timid to pursue.
You are finally in full bloom and you are not stopping now.
Youve fially given your self the persissum to be and to enjoy life on your terms.
Doestn
it
feel
good
Joy…
Two concerts later and I saw the unthinkable.
It was not planned.
Most memorable moments are born in this way, without expectation.
They seem to occur out of the blue.
People come through.
Nature does too.
Moments collide in perfect harmony and surprises fulfill wishes both spoken and silent.
That night we could barely hear, music so loud we almost lost our voices and hearing, yet our eyes adjusted to the light when we arrived.
In our quest to uncover the summer’s most mysterious and elusive occurrence we met a family who were visiting the state for the first time.
Another family gave up.
I still asked away, unwilling to walk away.
Until I met someone who stayed, just long enough to uncover what we all sought.
Unfazed by the tripod strewn haphazardly on the sand.
I would still try.
She too, a friend and fellow live music audiophile, was persistent in the search.
Now silently we forged on in the still of night near the waters edge.
And with a wave of a hand we discovered the unthinkable, an ultraviolet blue sparkle in the water that was only visible to the naked eye.
I think caught it on film, yet you’ll have to be the judge of that piece of poetry set to music.
In looking back I still wonder if the plankton we saw were energized by Fukushima’s nuclear spill into our shared oceans, allowing water into the sea or does this all occur quite naturally?
the air was
heavy with
the sweet smell
of success
as it blew
right past her
replaced with
flatulence
of failure
(A tricube is comprised of three stanzas, with each stanza being three lines long, and each line consisting of three syllables. This was my final poem penned within the confines of the full marathon, and I was truly frustrated and disappointed in myself for not being able to complete the full event, even though I was working and having to write in between tasks, as well as the fact I recently have been experiencing major health issues, which also prevent me from being able to do everything I want when I would like.)