The Poetry Marathon

Facemasks at two am

Snorts of laughter

Due to farts

Joyful tears do impart

In the dark of night

the Poetess

tends her void

healing her wounds

through her words

the affection of her longevity

mischievous curiosity

she surrenders to liberation

only found through transformation

ready to ascend

the Poetess

faces her fears

digs deeper into her truth

ready for the change

due for rebirth

“Born with a gift of laughter, and a sense that the world is mad” Rafael Sabatini

On the day that you were born

It was an honor to be with

Your mom, the experience a

Gift

A treasure of

Love and laughter

Now you’re almost a year, and

Your giggles are a

Welcomed, innocent sense

As your momma worries that

Your safety is in the

Hands of a cold cruel world

The promise of what was

In a place that’s gone mad.

“People do not seem to realize that their opinion of the world, is also a confession of their character ”  Ralf waldo Emerson

It’s hard to believe in people

When we see the harm they do

United we are not

Nothing is as it seem(s)

What will it lead to?

When will we realize?

These circumstances cause that

People fully believe in their~

Opinion

This too, I am guilty of

Leading us to questioning the

Many ways of the world

As perception is

A new way, to look at also

Another lesson in a

Silent confession

We are all guilty of

To shift out of “their”

As this life has built our character

Not where I long to be
Not free to just be me

Another fucking
growth opportunity

Lesson learned

Not to be waylaid

Guess I’m just a fool for
Not staying true to me.

Wanting to be free
To have a good time

Not bound by
Other people’s rules

Creamcheese mixed

With bits of crab

Tucked tight

In its wonton

Fried till golden

Much to my tastebuds delight

Once walked 2 miles

There and back

Just to have this delicious snack

Been over a decade

Since I had them, rightly made

Fortunately I found great ones

Not far from my babe

Now we order whenever I visit

These crab rangoons are just exquisite

Her strength

Lies in her fortitude

As she seeks

Resolution

Her defiance

Is fierce, if not

Considerably peril

Her determination

An innate ability

To stand in her conviction

Her virility

Is her potency

In quiet concentration

No longer satisfied

With the redundancy

In regard to my favor

Do not deprive me of words

Complete your poetry

Overcoming the overwhelm

As the predicted trouble intensified.

Lost in her words

Into the night

Once a year we gather

🌎 worldwide 🌎

Connected by internet and wifi

Armed with our tools

Fingers that strike keyes

Pens that bleed ink

We shed our words

These thoughts and feelings

Memories reeling

Exposing our seams

Through this poetic community

We hold space

For what was, hoping

For what comes

Yearning to be seen

Longing to be read

What we mark

Between the lines

Is what we poets love

I never know just what I need
What to love, or what to fear
I’m collecting memories
Lost in love, and put of place

What to love, or what to fear
Something about your mind
Lost in love, and put of place
It keeps me out of mine

Something about your mind
I never know just what I need
It keeps me out of mine
I’m collecting memories