24 Poems ~ 24 Hours
Not so often now do I journey on
my Cosmic Glide. In my youth,
in my mind’s eye, the vistas were limitless.
Infinite panorama’s of wonders beyond
imagination. Truth is always
stranger than fiction. But now, my engine
of imagination has seen many miles,
been so many places I have
to travel far afield before I can turn on
my Cosmic Glide engine.
But if I am still, in a quiet space,
I can still hear the rumble
of its once mighty roar.
clay woman;
the womb of her belly
earthen dirt mixed with water
bled on the sheets
during the fire of passion
and whispered in the wind
love, love, love
as his hands shaped her
into his desire
and she dried and cracked and broke
not having been watered
dust woman;
Kindling the world in marking its elements
Peculiar in every aridity of earth’s ground
Forming in every being building its sentiments
Working in the circle of fire hound
Emulating in its frontier across changes of winds
Planting seeds of hope determinants crossover
Grounding the world in its chain of hinds
Growing unto the life not yet over
Blooming elements of earth wind fire and water
Astounding humanity in each turns rounding
Encouraging life challengers never falters
Making waves in every turn so astounding
Insuring life familiar tales in own universe’s server
Traversing life working nurturing life preserver
© Roy Mark Azanza Corrales 05082017 9:10 PM PST
when i can’t bear to finish a book
because it’s world will close
disappear
the discovery of fertile ground will be over
it will be a path that i can always return to
but it will never be new again
i pause half way thru a chapter
save the next moment with a little scrap of paper
mark my spot
like a stone pile on a trail
or if i’ve come
prepared
i could draw an arrow on a tree
i’ll come back to it again
piling up half read works
half hiked trails
on the extra pillow beside me
empty
without a partner
a lone traveler
until i turn the pages
once
again
The End of Dreamland
VCS
The End of Dreamland
Faded
A roller coaster plunging
Into the mists of oblivion
Placed by a cruel prankster
Collecting tickets
Laughing at the joke
See the rubes pay the toll
The tolls set to the price
It’s only your soul!
That Dreamland is more nightmare
Than laughter and love
Emaciated skeletons
Dancing through a distorted utopia
A world that never was
Never would be
Never could be
Thank all the gods above
That soap bubbles irridescent sheens
are
As fragile as the egos gathered
Around the casting couch
of ghouls and gangsters
the denizens of dreamland
the nightmare curse
I woke up one day
The dream was over
The sun played off the motes
The broken hopes left behind
The splintered edifices
Made of plaster of paris
Left to rot in the desert
Giant sphinxes
Violet eyed Cleopatras
It was all a dream
A lost city
Less real than silicon
More dubious than Atlantis
Or Lemuria
It was all a dream
Now we’re back from dreamland
Reality
Such as it is
Is better than the rotten shrouds
We tried to cover ourselves in
Soap bubbles pop
Roller coasters plunge
Dreams finish
Nightmares die
Awaken to
Reality
Such as it is
The system of grotesque history-
violence
torture
barter
Free the society.
Free the society!
Free the society?
Buy the military, buy the splendor, buy the manhood.
Transaction of,
without buying,
your own death plan.
Because income forces the message.
Forces the truth…
When I flash flesh, when I love you, when I recognize you, when I kill their beauty, when I deliberately justify the breeding violence of humans existence…
A frustrated malnutrtion altering our brains brags on. (during official visits) Banishing crimes against self determination. Groveling at the gates of the virginal palace fully understanding these French songs we sing.
C’est la societe-
Write a a poem in which the four elements (Earth, Wind, Fire, and Water) play an important part.
Contributed by Bhasha Dwivedi.
Moving forward one step at a time thinking on the before now, pushing harder for a better right now. Slow stroll noticing different people intentions, not fazed by fast tongues spitting drama or criticism. Careful with the pace of my stride with humbleness, patience, and hardwork within my veins of our family pride. One step closers to my future destination will be near, as onlookers who don’t see me now, will have their vision cleared.
Poem by: JGomez
The river of your grace.
Will never be dry
You fill it with your love
For our souls.
Amazing grace.
You can’t unspin
What’s already woven
But I zee you choke
On word left unspoken
You’ve left me nothing
And I’ve had my fill
Nothing’s still nothing
Despite what you thrill
Come inside my Heaven
See what it’s about
Come inside my wonder
Let there be no doubt
No trap is needed
Clouds comfort bare
No sense of illusion,
When willingly taken there
Capture my light
Keep in your jar
Illuminate the night
That silence has marred