24 Poems ~ 24 Hours
may your first yes be to yourself
yes, you are enough
yes, you are worth it
yes, you complete your own self
yes, you are ready
yes, you will learn from mistakes
yes, you can trust you
I missed my chance
to be my first yes
but I won’t miss this one
yes
You led won the dance,
But I am wedged in your mind,
Eternally plaguing.
I taste a concoction
An investment of time
sublime. In the elegance of the heritage crystal
Of berries so rich and royal
Such potency!
The family room
Takes on an air of inebriation
Like the carpet is dewed
with aged cherry
a merry playful mist ensues
There are words of nectar
Wine and fortification
Going to fine Inns
To carry on this rousing
Shall there be but more?
This, the soup of hope
In nature’s bowl
Our souls the spoon of courage
And wonder
Rimmed with idle curiosity
Sweet and sour
The pain of what draws me
And the joy of dawning retreat
The victory of my shelter
Whether wood or a broken heart
The little miracles
In frantic flight
The sight of buzzing Bees
In their visitation
of fragrant passing
Tasting
a part of me
GAME OVER -Haiku
By: LuvMiFreely
(Hour 14)
I’m a gamer chick
Old school gaming please my soul
Quarters in, let’s play!
Prompt
Even if you have children, write poems about imaginary ones.
My way of having fun
would be with children
playing in Winters
in the sun…
feeling joy and peace
The toys would be paper
and color pencils
or crayons
In Summers watching
sunsets and stars
finding constellations
would be Treasure Hunt
Fun would be among the trees
or watching a flower show
each child itself like
a flower so
no shopping no buying
though chocolate cake
or brownies would be OK
guessing objects in a bag
in circle time tags
thanking asking telling
sharing helping caring
each to feel equal and
each to be good
each to have respect
each to have understood
my way of having fun
would be to be with children
all happy,all at peace
no bombs or a gun
Reason to forgo food we need
we need not question why, indeed
our bodies we need not to die
good nutrition we need, says I.
We need to keep our bodies sharp
distraction keeps the fridge light dark
a mantra we need to set the spark
and good friends to keep from worry’s murk.
We need to make amends always
a God we need to help and pray
and when we’re in a very bad way
we need to breathe
and review the day.
Good sleep we need to keep alive
and meditation to revive
we need just to count to five
before making decisions so contrived.
We need to draft a plan forthright
to make sound choices day and night
and stop the eating at days end
or if we can’t, we text a friend.
We need to read and write about
things that helped the others out
stories of mind and body’s wins
freedom from food outside and in.
We need a mentor by our side
who will guide and we need confide
and contact quick when thoughts collide
to discover doors food tries to hide.
We need to meet and serve our peers
to help our friends, confront our fears
and when we need a hug, or ear
come back again, they’re always near.
– Sandra Johnson, 6/26/2021
(from 2019 – prompt 15, hour 15)
I wish I said yes instead of the maybe.
Everyone else did it.
please make sure to say yes instead.
It will change your life.
I crane my head and stare up at the
camera mounted on the side
of a gleaming new high rise
A little me is caught momentarily
in a rounded black mirror
Whose charge is it to monitor
the closed circuit broadcast
while i’m strafing slightly at street corners
pausing to intuit the most advantageous route
Do they watch me like a tv?
I used to cover the front-facing
cameras on laptops and phones
with a pit of scotch tape
hoping that it would foil
any attempts at surveillance
I often watch people
Involuntarily out of the corners of my eye
I was taught early that trust is a luxury
This impropriety is hardwired in
And has me listening
for the messages in inflections
the erectness in the spine
the buckling of shoulders
of a passerby
How wide, long,
and quick
are the footsteps on
the sidewalk?
Gobbling up these hints
Hoping that, collectively,
They will answer the question:
We cool?
And if not,
I would rather be grounded
And present enough
to ask the question:
What would it take
to be able to look at each other
directly in the eye
on equal footing?
Prompt 11:
Scattered
What can a needle do? Use it as a sword to weave your words.
What can gumboots do? To keep you dry out of mist of deep words.
Having anger issues? Beat the paper and produce ideas.
Spread your thoughts, don’t stay limited.
Sky is incomplete without clouds, be one and add charm to the world.
A Nonet
Friday Night
Sitting on the couch drinking a beer.
TV remote clutched in my hand.
Flipping through endless channels.
Wishing for something good.
Wanting a ballgame.
Just nothing’s on.
What the hell?!
More beer.
Burp!