24 Poems ~ 24 Hours
“Indecisive”
I can’t decide what to write.
There’s too many options.
There’s not enough time.
There’s so many thoughts and feelings.
Do I have to pick just one?
This is the last one of this marathon. . .
It went by so quickly.
Although, I’m excited for my bed.
Now, I’m off-track.
I was trying to make a decision.
But those are never easy.
Collections
I collect
stamps
poems
prompts
CDs
poetry books
cat items
Quotes
Teddy Bears
Hello Kitty
purple things
pens
paper
stationary
thoughts
visions
songs
groceries
friends
pen pals
socks
shoes
clothes
make up
t-shirts
concert tickets
experiences
memories
frames
bills
posters
drawers
history
albums
words
epigraphs
forms
prose
stickers
sticky notes
mistakes
erasers
decisions
reasons
thoughts
TikTok
Patreon
Gmail
Yahoo
Microsoft Word
Apple
iPhone
iPad
myself
on a good day,
bad day
and anything
in between.
Melted, running off the plate
Satiate
Hurry kids
Run in quick before it is too late.
grilled up slapped on bread.
On a pizza for my cheese head.
Feta mozarella and some blend.
They eat up til the end.
Cheese on watermelon? Getting weird!
Cheese strawberries worse than feared.
Throw some of the cheese into a cake
Mix it all up and watch it bake.
Cheese you’re piled in our our ice box.
More cheese than we have tiny socks.
My littles never tire of you
Munching down the whole day through.
What’s so gouda ’bout cheese?
Feta’vall it’s delicious
I’Monterey’ve about all the types, Jack
Colby here a while
But I’ll try to Brie Swiss about it
While I Whey in on all the varieties
Don’t feel Bleu, if it gruyere on me
It’ll grow on you here too
If you Crambert the puns,
I Curd be persuaded
To cease to Pepper in more names Jack
I don’t see the Parmesan ‘swering your questions
And I must say your cheddar is pretty Sharp.
Okay the parmesan one is a stretch
Mozzarella!
When we meet, melodies strike abound
More than friends, more than a bond
Our souls meet and jiggle to our bounce
O’ K, let that music send her praise
Today is Sunday
And by Friday, your song will make sense once again
Let us not depart by sins
Of the keys you handed to me
G shall I sing — until then
Delectable cheese
Exquisite cheese
So many kinds to choose.
A sharp and yummy cheddar or
A tangy taste of blue.
The creamy goodness of camembert
Luscious, thick goat cheese
A gouda, a mozzarella
Hand it over please!
I love to munch on cheese slices
Wedges, or maybe on a plate
I love to spread it on crackers
Tempting my cheesy palate.
The world would be much poorer
Without cheese in our possession
I love to eat my choices of cheese
That’s my final confession!
I am uninspired
I guess I’m just tired
Caught in word stream
Wish I had ice cream
I hate being a poet
I want you to know it
I stand at the brink
these poems really stink
An hour to go
This really blows
Can’t wait for my bed
To get out of my head
Say it.
I dare you
not to smile!
Gazing up up
at the grains above me
I know it’s crop
just like they bring to
The elevator
Delicious grains
My favorite ones
When the truck’s come
We’d put our hands out
When they opened the sluice gate
To the back of the truck
And slant it backwards
To dispose of their golden wheat
barley was good too
(but rye was YUCK)
It was as yummy as candy
I’d hold my skirt out and fill my apron up
Run away from my brother and steal my own weight
In the farmer’s crop
My dad would laugh
The farmer had already been paid
My dad ran the elevator
It was only the cartel who lost
A child’s apron of grain
If I was wearing a bonnet,
I’d fill that first
Like a greedy mouse
I’d scamper off with my hoard
Chewing and chomping
Seeds fresh from the stems
Soft and still green
It was a little taste of heaven
Watching the stalks
Of gold wheat overhead
They’re ready for harvest
I doubt anyone still has as much fun
Now with the grain coming in
As I once did