All my life I’ve had a gift A way with precious words That when the right ones come to me I put them into verse If I try to force it Or change it, just like that If I try to make it different I’ll…
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Protected: Praise the Almighty Lord: A Villanelle (Hour Twenty-Four)
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‘Nother Me (hour 23, prompt 23)
“Who are you playing with?” I’d ask my baby boy at play The answer that he gave me Blows my mind unto this day He’d look up with a smile, and “‘Nother me,” he’d say My jaw just hit the ground As he turned back…
Cotton-Candy Land (hour 22, prompt 22)
Once upon a marshmallow morning In a cotton-candy land Children’s laughter everywhere As they did the candy dance Around trees of chocolate kisses At the Skittles rainbow’s end They danced and sang so merrily And held each other’s hands While fairies dusted them with sugar…
My Palms
My palms are too soft Too white. Eighteen years into life Yet they are like a newborn child’s, Devoid of any callouses No marks, no creases Save the life line and such. Haven’t I toiled? Am I a stranger to life’s pain? I know I…
The Finish Line (hour 21, prompt 21)
The night’s dragging on forever And yet time is flying by Dripping poetry in our wake As we pen words with a sigh 24 poems in 24 hours A creative’s crazy dream Push your talent to its limit Like a seamstress’ outer seam Now…
Light In Darkness (hour 20, prompt 20)
Star light, star bright A million tiny points of light Scattered ‘cross a velvet sky Like a jewelry store just seen at night There’s light in every darkness If one just looks to see I know a thing or 12 about this Because there’s a…
Black Lives Always Matter (hour 19, prompt 19)
We’re far too many to be silenced Though we only need one voice We’re going to make a difference We’re not giving them a choice Black lives always matter Each and every one And we’ll never stop our movement Until real change is being done….
Santa Isn’t Real (hour 18, prompt 18)
“What did Santa bring you?” Asked Mommy on the phone. Her eyes were big as saucers as she looked ’round her daddy’s home. Her little heart was broken as she sobbed into the phone, “I must’ve been a bad girl, Mommy…Santa didn’t come.” “No!” Mommy…
Broken Record (hour 17, prompt 17)
Just like a broken record My heart skips out your name Every time you cross my mind Like so many childhood games He loves me, he loves me not Daisy petals on the floor And, like a broken record, I can’t take much more Every…