24 Poems ~ 24 Hours
A Triolet
Bringing Out My Best
Ideas flow when doing mundane tasks
Mowing the grass brings out my best
Poems unfold and plots unmask
Ideas flow when doing mundane tasks
Needing a pen, I reach for my flask
I should be writing but flop down to rest
Ideas flow when doing mundane tasks
Mowing the grass brings out my best
Look me in the eye for twice in June
Cuddle my eyes till the noon falls
Ring my cowrie bell by moon
And stay cool before rude
I shall pen to book
Fill it to full
O’ so cool
I am
Me
At my subconscious landscapes’ mercy
Opened to the inner life by sleep
Let voices usher me in
I am here to receive
Nightmares scare me still
Dreams tell me I’ve
always been
free to
be
be brave
And see what
Comes in the walk
The road bleak unseen
Walk and it will appear
You’ll know you are welcome here
Step by step, inch by inch you’ll find
Your life in your goosebumps and your mind
when days were long and I was saddened
your kind sweet words were the best med
just knowing you were near by
brought a smile and no tears
friends for many years
are hard to find
we are two
it’s true
love
“Household Maestro”
Bing, bang
Ting, tang.
I make my music from household things.
Cling, clang
Sip, slurp
I could make my music all day long.
Wham, bam
Tick, click
Even I’m getting annoyed from it.
This is what you will NOT do—
Do not yell. Do not hit walls.
Do not throw metal chairs. I do not
care what you think is bullshit.
Take one more step, friend.
Fuck around and find out.
Chipmunk nonet ~
Today I watched a chipmunk savage my sunflower seedlings,
digging with furious claws at the seedling pots
snuffling up an errant seed like cocaine.
No wonder no sunflowers ever sprouted!
Instead, one chipmunk grows sleeker
emboldened and sunflower fed.
I watch unobserved.
He devours
unaware.
(Inspired by my painting, ROCK, PAPER, SCISSORS)
They challenged us.
Rock, Paper, Scissors, a game of competition,
create a painting with this theme.
Being one who dislikes competition
and the oft arising conflict,
I determined a way
to unify these disparate parts.
Scissors formed trees.
Stones became rocks.
Paper created ground texture
and paint detailed and unified the whole
Are we capable of re-writing our conflicts in this way?
Can love and acceptance provide the paint
and our actions be the brushes
to unify us,
to bring all people together?
Mercy –Show Mercy from Within
Mercy, let it flow from you
Let it flow from within
Deal mercifully with me, and with you –
Indeed, with them, and with us
Forget not goodness and tender mercy
Do you know any that couldn’t use some mercy?
If you be rich, and so think
That, “This mercy thing –not a need for it
Money can take care of it, whatever I need”
Wait till the unwanted strike
(and they strike, just when is what’s unknown)
And money doesn’t smile with you, e’en though you may have it
The mercy you’ll seek with bitter tears
Cannot be purchased with your golden pocket
Have mercy, show mercy, it’s an investment for you
Power –do you know any with power till the end?
There’s none in all the children of Adam and Eve
It’s for a season and a time
It soon fades even before you fade
Let it not intoxicate; it’s only a guest, it’ll leave
Ask those who’ve had it massively before
Have mercy, you’ll need mercy, so give it, you’ll be glad you do
There are so many miles between us
Yet I can look at the night sky
And know you can see it too
The same stars as I do
Despite the distance
It brings us close
I feel your
Presence
Near.