(Hour 15 of 24) “contact”
the strange light beckons
me to approach without fear
this new dimension
© 2021 S Phua
20 My Prince
There’s a frog in my pocket
By choice he likes it there
Finding the brook too wet
I let him stay without
Revealing he is with me
We shop for groceries and
Wander the local bookstore
He sleeps in the bathroom
Cozy on a golden sea sponge
He rarely croaks but smiles
And won’t tell me his name
Offering the outdoors just
In case he needs to leave
We end up watching old
Grace and Frankie reruns
A sweet happy face he will
Scoot out his sticky tongue
To give me a Goodnight kiss
Stories
Great story begins with faults,
Do you know this ?
With infinity trial,
Even life can be won.
Do you know this ?
You can learn to hide emotions.
Even life can be won,
When you believe in trying.
You can learn to hide emotions,
With infinity trails.
We win when you believe,
Great story begins with faults.
(Source : remix phantom poem from chapter 11 of book ‘The palace of illusions’)
The relish
The relish depends on Jazzy dine,
With the yummy vine.
Vine stored in a hoard,
With a gratify hour.
The relish takes place in a crypt,
In a large estate,
Their dine was Madeira cake,
With a creamy lake.
There were many jest,
And this party was the best.
19 Still time on the clock
Leaving the safety
Of entitlement
Even knowing what that is
Getting uncomfortable
To be of some use
Being an insider has never
Felt so out of touch
Finding a tribe that
Teaches how to help
Becoming a challenge
Running out of time
Hoping the young folks
Will use what’s left
On the clock to turn
Us in the right direction
We have left the shore
Drifting in collective stress
Finding it hard to write poems
That don’t frighten and
Overwhelm with sadness
18 Hanging with Grandma
Slowly revealing to
Teen granddaughters
Grandma’s been
Around the block
Secrets are sacred
Advice is expected
Requiring a dose
Of diplomacy
Hinting that I’ve been there
With care not to judge
Knowing when it’s time
To walk out of the room
Tricky path to walk
So many pitfalls
Wanting them safe
While street smart
Keep them listening
While doors remain open
Should they need help
Text this old gal
Prairie Kingsnake (Hour 21)
The transformation bridge, rippled shadow set low to grounding curves of a gravel road. Sleek, earth-smoothed face, a muddy arrow point, striped lips that fold around the mouth. Glistening sunlight refracted upon each scale, talking plated armor, feather sockets, scraped away to pliable shingles of ground hardened skin. Diamond studded rope of light, Sun-setting night prowler, river-whipping earth mover, blood warm hunter of the early evening.
Hour 22 – Whatever Happened to Mr. Hickinbottom?
It is said all they found
was his blue windbreaker
hanging on a tree
a bloody fingernail lodged in its pocket.
They searched for
his axe, his shoes,
drag marks and
tire tracks
and abandoned shacks –
all dead ends.
He had simply disappeared
like morning dew in noon.
His vanishing became a bar story
fodder at camp sites
and night time tales
the story became a legend
legend became a myth
and myth became a fear so potent
that anyone who passed
the woods in the night
swore to have heard screams
and nine fingernails
scratching barks of
the very trees that
seemed to have swallowed
Mr. Hickinbottom.
Resume:Sonnet
Proof that even improbable is feasible
that a poet yet lives in this dried husk.
Inside he who scribbles shitposts, dawn to dusk,
a brain yet from which sonnets are squeezable.
Yet no matter my words, is there an audience pleasable?
Least I pray that a few are appeasable.
So many wring emotions from words, as if on a hunt.
Forgive my candor I don’t mean to sound blunt.
See? Above you’ve seen proof time is freezable.
So allow me a moment or several of humor,
for this world is too dry and painful,
and we should hold close what may cause us to cry,
lest hatred grow in our hearts like a tumor.
Let not too much your heart find disdainful
as we enjoy our moment between the earth and the sky.
17 Flying Flags
Though a country road
Hundreds pass each morning
Off to work, school, errands
Passing a slow pace
By my home with the
Maple out front
My mission as messenger
Is to inform and remind
Humanity that there are others
And to the others
That I am trying
To understand
Trans flag
BLM flag
Green planet flag
Old Glory
Pride flag
ERA flag
Adding to this collection
When I learn something new
Neighbors BLM flag stolen
There’s work to be done