(Hour 20 of 24) “twilight traipse”
this old, dim lantern
can hardly illuminate
my stroll in the dark
© 2021 S Phua
Follow Your Dreams (HOUR 24-FINALE)
Follow Your Dreams
By: LuvMiFreely
(HOUR 24-THE FINALE)
You can’t bring to fruition
the seeds you don’t plant
What you don’t nourish
just won’t grow
Stop telling yourself what you can’t do
and choose to push forward
In spite of what may be mounting up against you
What’s for you, will always be for you
Even if you fail along the way
It’s better to have tried
Then to not put in the effort at all
Don’t be afraid to rise
It’s your season…
…SHINE
Goodnight
The Udder Truth
Curdled and perplexed…
Don’t get me started!
Cheese! Are you kidding?
Despite too many varieties,
I’ve found the best cheeses
pair well with…
well…
Almost anything.
Saltines in a pinch,
but those lovely
odd cracker toasts
with the nuts and fruits
are delightful.
The End
The brightness is
Warming
It is cause
and reaction
It is going to be better.
As I expected
Expected
Expected
Expected
Expected
it is the sun burning dinner.
Philip V. Coombs 8-9pm
24 poems 24 Hours.
Hour 21
And now, back to office and skyscrapers!
I am back in business and back to concrete.
What more could I wish for? A little bit
of tranquility in order to keep my balance!
Back
So all of that was for this?
and none of that will help this other than to remind me how far this can go
how deep the well of societal dysfunction is and find ways to mitigate more dis-ease
my people are working, tied at the knees with everything we’ve got
to hold eachother close
raise our babies with love and give medicine to the people
be it in song or something to soothe the aches
we didn’t come for the dole, or the unemployment line
we came because spirit brought us here and wanted us to stay
But somehow our bodies mean nothing and out babies are prey
how could you take a mama’s baby away?
what makes you think you know
what they need or what we know?
give my sister back to me
Hour 24-2021-Rock a Bye Baby
Rock a bye baby
There in a bog
I’d love to rock you
But I’m in a fog
When the wind whines
And you’re all alone
Hold onto the cradle
And not to your phone
If the bough breaks
and you take a tumble
Don’t be afraid
it’s only a stumble
Rock a bye baby
I’m off to bed
This poem makes no sense
It’s a kick in the head
Home
Wherever you are
Is where I’m most at home.
In your embrace I feel loved
And in your presence I’m known.
You can’t take a fish out of water
And expect it to live.
And I would feel so home-less
without the love that you give.
Truth in Disguise
on the precipice
looking towards the bitter seas
what is left for me
horizon shores storm
nature’s lessons crash upon
undertow awaits
this call cannot be
when answers ask more questions
what lies beneath lies
A Final Poem of Thought
A Final Poem of Thought
This experience won’t win me a Pulitzer.
Won’t not get me an Academy Award, Grammy, or an Emmy.
It has the opportunity to allow me to published a poem,
my prize winning certificate without trophy.
My name in print, a possible push-cart nominee.
I got myself on paper, a person among others
to share space in an Anthology.
That’s pretty cool if you’re think like this,
something fun and unique.
Together we cross the marathon tape with no medals,
the finish line is here.
We’ll participate and write again
this time next year.