The Poetry Marathon

I couldn’t do anything
I saw her laying there
Her spirit had ascended
To the heavens
Where the lord awaited her
With open arms and forgiveness.
As I saw her lifeless body
Under duress being resuscitated
And shocked back to life
But she was no longer
Among the living.
I had to release her
I asked God to take her
If she was suffering
She didn’t deserve
To suffer anymore
The Lord awaited her arrival
With forgiveness and grace
It was the last time
I saw my mother’s lovely face.

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How could I be so ridiculous
To think that life is so damn bad
No where is it etched in stone
That life is made of gold
It can be cold
But I know
It’s good
Though.

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I feel as tall
as a skyscraper
Reaching out my hands
Toward the cloud
Periwinkle hues
Across the sky
I spread my wings
So I can fly high
Forest ranger Sam
A spy from down below
Eyes wide open
As I descend
Ever so slow
The faint smell of sourdough
Fills the air
A scent so warm and sweet
My stomach doesn’t miss a beat
I can’t wait to eat
I gotta hurry up and
Touch the ground with my feet.

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I never liked the holidays
Especially in December
They aren’t what they used to be
Not the way that I remember.
As children we were happy
With whatever Santa brought
Sometimes we got nothing
And that too was something taught.
Appreciation dwindled
As the years they seemed to fly
Not knowing what it was
To see the struggle in her eyes
Santa was the woman
That worked hard
For us to eat
She provided all our needs
For our Dad was obsolete.
Because she was a warrior
And she never let us down
Every year at Christmas time
Mom was the only Santa in town.

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Speak up
I cannot hear you
What is it
That you’d like
If I could read your thoughts
There’d be no need
To speak your mind.

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When
she often wondered
Would it be
Her time to bloom
She often called upon God
And asked
when it would be her turn
She prayed and prayed
And one fine day
Her prayers answered
From above
She grew into the adolescent
That those around her knew and loved.

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So I ask myself
What is normal anyway.
What are the guidelines
For being normal
Are there rules?
Are there regulations?
Do we measure up
Or fall short
Of societies expectations?
I don’t know about you
But how to be normal
I have no clue.
What does normal look like
Does it look like me
Does it look like you
Is is black and white
Or is it red and blue
Normal isn’t really normal
That’s the honest truth.
Normal according to who
What normal is to me
May not be normal to you
But the fact remains
We are all see normal differently
If normal was a movie
There would have to be a sequel.
Our perception of what normal is
Is too broad to be considered equal.

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I wonder,
If I move along slowly
Will I make it
To my destiny on time
Strolling along
In the autumn breeze
The wind
Blowing through my hair
On the side of the creek
A crinkle of leaves
Underneath my feet so bare
I know in my mind
I can’t race against time
I will get there
When I get there.
A wanderer for life
I wander everywhere.

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A new abode
A new adventure
A bed of flowers
A backyard full of dreams
Tilling the ground
For spring blossoms bloom
An epic find
A capsule lost in time
A merchant marine
Who lost his life
While looking for love
He left behind
A beautiful maiden
Hair like straw
Eyes like the ocean blue
Never got the chance to say
Darling, I love you

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I try to smile back,
but I’m so flustered
that I frown at him instead.(Nicola Yoon)
Beyond his understanding
His little mind in turmoil
For lack of words
He cannot say.
His expression
An anguished scream of frustration
The only way he can communicate.
Sign his first language
It’s hard to find a way to say
Everything his little mind
Tries to convey.
Where did autism come from
Anyway!
Beyond the words he cannot say
“I love you”
Those three little words
That make my day.

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