Hrs Poems | Examples

Do You See

A delicate touch
a warm embrace
natures ballet much
a curiosity chase.

Drifting crystals beauty
their warm waters, cutie
life stay, they mate
1500, they wait.

What's this we see
that future ocean seas
should protect them all
so what, some call.

They dance each dawn
his glow is worn
before they mate
and then... they wait.

Colours they see
more than you or me
fit fingernail , and tiny so
or 13" , can up,  to grow.

He gives birth for hrs , or even days
in protective pouch, they have to stay
it's a sight to see, for you and me 
of our  World, 
in ocean seas.

So stop... and take a look
all miracles ,  granted,  and yet , they took
they were made for you, and made for me
Dancing Sea Horses, in ocean seas.

 they were created , in Ocean Seas
 they were made for you, 
 and just for me.

Sun Sign

When the moon is in your sun,
A journey has begun,
Let the Heart and Mind become one.
Be careful not to come undone,
Or you have to wait for the next one.
A journey of creation,
Climbs a ladder for the occasion,
60 hrs of rotation,
A milky white invasion,
Enters the station.
Ready to climb again,
To the place the honey is made in,
The real Vegas Vacation,
A Pineal creation.
Together waiting in the brain,
72 more in rotation,
Then comes the rain,
Falling through the vessel again.
Blessing the whole strain,
Remain witness to this,
As you start to feel the bliss,
A milk and honey kiss.
Your body heals from this,
The Heart feels the promise,
Brain signals the release,
Chemicals bringing peace.
Truth to your belief,
Relief in what comes undone, 
About 6 days after it begun,
A sign the moon was in your sun.

I'M Tired

I'm tired,but I still have to live
I'm tired,with so much to give

Never knowing when the world will end
So hard to raise kids in a world of sin

It depends on what you know!!
Thinking hard as I'm going to the top floor

Trying to hide,but they still watching
24 hrs later and the demons are still clocking

Thinking deep,as I release this frustration
I'm tired of not knowing what I'm facing

The thoughts of someone you can relate to
Basing kindness off what someone gave you

I'm tired,60 words with 60 seconds racing
Telling my fears that you made it

Zen In the Art of Cooking Millet

.
How about a One Pot Kitchen
Minimalist to the Max
First sort out Food
Millet - 5 grains
And a Clay pot
Rotate millets
Every 2 days
Soak and boil
Soak for 8 hrs.
In 5 times water
Leave it overnight 
Thereafter COOK it !
first thing in the morning 
Slow cook an hour on flame
Toss some greens and veggies 
The porridge gets ready as base
With warm soup as the first course 
add some crackling spice in Niger oil
Now we need just 1 more vessel ..that ..is ...all
I use a cast Iron ‘ kadahi’ from here on 
Flame it hot ..cast iron pot...pour Ghee
Add some chopped onions spices et al.
The cooked millet porridge is tossed in
And voila you can make any no.of dish
And yes. NO compulsory need for Salt.
Now the real fun is ‘time management’
In a 24 hour cycle- Clay Pot is utilized 
8 hrs soak 16 hrs to store the cooked
Lunch at 11 dinner by7 that’s 8+16 hr
(A 16 hr gap is suggested in between 
2 big meals with light eat in evening)
Yes. Entire day the food stays fresh
+ Slight fermenting is encouraged 
some add curd or coconut water
Sprouts ginger garlic turmeric 
Boiled eggs potatoes sage
Vinegar Garnish 
.
Millets in Clay pot
Experience Zen in kitchen

Four Cafes

Four Cafe’s

It was post digestion time, 6pm ! uncomfortable bloating causing a staggering stand,supported by the apartment windows brass clasp, the torn green velvet digestion chair lilted just beneath. Nested above the Canal Madeline, perched in a loft atop hundreds of lonely books, which i have not browsed ! their prison the De Krook. Afar beyond the cracked glass, out into the January month night, wildly dancing snowflakes cause a cataract pin pointed view of the culprit of indigestion 
“ Cafe Croix de Fer”! 
Along the frozen cobbles, “Chartreuse” fuelled, in-firms trudge and trip precariously, Monkeyfied by the Green Devil; towards “ Cafe Le repaire des ames perdues” I myself, visit this lair to regularly, its chestnut doors,  spit tainted in past blood,  open 24 hrs per day 364 days each  year , “ No ! Not Noel ! Its Cask day “ And, on this day, i visit four cafe’s.
My tipple of choice Absinth ! And a deck of cards !  held in gloves tattered and fingerless. This addiction to be found in the basement of the Bookshop. A Cafe, 174 worn steps below me, its name “ Enfer” my light purse, confirms this.

Count.

Four Cafes

Four Cafe’s

It was post digestion time, 10pm ! uncomfortable bloating causing a staggering stand,supported by the apartment windows brass clasp, the torn green velvet digestion chair lilted just beneath. Nested above the Canal Madeline, perched in a loft atop hundreds of lonely books, which i have not browsed ! their prison the De Krook. Afar beyond the cracked glass, out into the January month night, wildly dancing snowflakes cause a cataract pin pointed view of the culprit of indigestion 
“ Cafe Croix de Fer”! 
Along the frozen cobbles, Ale fuelled, in-firms trudge and trip precariously, fuelled “by many Trappist brews” towards “ Cafe Le repaire des ames perdues” I myself, visit this lair to regularly, its chestnut doors,  spit tainted in past blood,  open 24 hrs per day 364 days each  year , “ No ! The one day is not Noel ! Its Cask day “ And, on this one day, i visit " Cafe Noir"
My tipple of choice is a hand of cards !  held in gloves tattered and fingerless. This addiction to be found in the basement of the Library, a Cafe,174 worn steps below me,  name “ Enfer” my light purse, confirms this.

Count.

Gave My Cat a Tin of Curiosity

This guy didn't waste time hitting me round a hedge
Pole vaulting has its ups and downs
Brian Blessed in costume is that a blessing in disguise
started counting 24 hrs but i called it a day
Went to see the hairdresser at the bend on the road but he was cutting corners
really tired after hitting a bag think i will hit the sack
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sha b pe
the wether
under
that again
that again
kicked a guy and then told him he was ugly
if my name was block would call my son chip
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bl o ue moon
all my poems come with a grain of salt

My Guess Is An Apple

The deceased is a white female
mother of 7 boys
approx. height 5 foot 6 inches
weight 160
black hair
eyes brown
very pale complexation
no sign of external trauma
time of death approx. 24 hrs ago
removing contents of stomach
reveals some semi digested meat
some root vegetables
and what appears to be some fruit

24 Hours

Last night I had a long and restless night,     
I  couldn't sleep, I tried with all my might.

I couldn't get the “ phrase 24 hrs out of my head,
so next thing you know I stumbled out of my bed.

And I began to think about my life and all that I had done,
I thought about my many failures and victories I had won.

But I thought about having only 24 hrs left,
would I be selfish and only think about self

Yes, I have to make my wrongs right,
strive to love and not give up the fight.

I will try my best to be the version of me
and forgive others and let bygones flee.

I have no time to hold a grudge
or sit around and misjudge.

I just want to live my very best life
and let go of misery and strife.

Spend valuable time with my precious babies,
forget about the should have beens and maybes.

Our time on earth goes by extremely fast,
so with my 24 hrs I will strive to have a blast.






Alexis Y.
10-26-18

Death

If you ever
meet death
tell him
i stopped by
he wasn’t home

I knocked on
his door
only silence
only darkness
he was lucky

Tell him
i know what
he did
crushed alhaji
under the trailer

Stole daniel
only 4 hrs old
took dad
while i was away
the coward

If you see death
warn him
i lay in wait
i’m not hurried
i’ve come for him

24 Hrs

Sunset cascading 
bluffing mountains, 
Dainty skylines the moon undress
Beautiful mother nature.

24 Hrs

There's only 24 hours in a day, so spend each moment and second with the one who holds your heart.













2-2-17
Alexis Y.

A Mother's Right

Iris in the pupil of the mother cat's eye
turns golden red,with irritable pry.
Her engineer boss,admirable and witty
in an iota of time,caught her little orangey
went away,in an excellent costly Porsche,
impressive sound it emits per se.

The mother's heart knocks out anxiously
to beg her generous master,genially
"kindly, return the apple of my eye"
and bring over the lost order without a sigh.
Absurd it is ! how can anyone appreciate 
this kink,towards a mother's right !!



            Written on : 8/7/2016
Time taken to write:2 hrs

Life On Mars

Scientists have found water
  creates new life through
They have found lands to live
  share lives together
Increased day length of 24 hrs 37 mins
  acquire plenty of time 
Length of the year is 687 earth days
   twice as long as Earth
Two beautiful moons, Phobos and Deibos
   beauty at its peak
We would weigh less on mars
   Indirectly proportional to the chocolates I eat
What else I need?
Yet there is something missing
It's my Mother Earth
How could I leave her?
Its time to keep her happy

Phone Rant

The message relayed by the computer generated
  voice said my que  in line  would be
 approximately 20 minutes.
 So I had twenty minutes to think about 
what I needed to say.
I ran it over and over again in my head
All my rational arguments and opinions
Then twenty minutes later the voice returns
 to say that due to the high volume of calls
 we ask you to leave a detailed message
 and an agent will return your call in the next 48 hrs.
 So in my best computer generated voice
 I give my name and say, 
Due to lack of dealing with an actual human
 please be advised
 that I will be cancelling my insurance
 with your lame ass company.
 This phone call may be recorded 
for training purposes 
for the next time I want to dump 
a crap company such as yours.
 Do not call in the next 48 hrs 
as I will be out shopping for a company
 with actual humans on staff.

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