The Poetry Marathon

Mitch Brown

Hr 13

I wonder why limericks weren’t used
Could it be that they’ve gotten confused
For it seems odd to me
Cause this form is so free
Did they fear that they would be abused

Word temptress
Intrigue me
With form and flow

Word Temptress
Engulf me
In rhythmic measure

Word Temptress
Consume me
Cries the Poetess

Nonet #2 ( I think)

Could it be, that the end of the line
Is not close to what we believe
Victorious from the start
Twelve Hours completed
Till the dreaded form
She Prompted
At the
End

Mitch Brown

Hr 12

No No Nonet

The written word speaks loud to the herd
Our attempts to entertain them
We speak and try,make them cry
Or give them hearty laughs
Attempts we have made
Some are a shade
A few words
Can mean
Much

Yule
Cold
Longest
Night of the
year. We gather our
wood, to burn through the long cold night.

Mitch Brown

Hr 11

Word salad

The cloud floats over a periwinkle sky
The birds thread the needle as they pass by

The old man feeds them sourdough
Although the forest ranger says no

Their wings they beat and up they soar
And pass the great skyscraper door

I’ve dreamt about
being in gumboots
As a Forest Ranger

I’ve viewed Chicago
From the tallest skyscraper

I’ve seen clouds
Form and rise like sourdough

I’ve longed for
the Storefont
dressed in periwinkle

I’ve always danced
To the beat of my own drum

I’ve fixed and made things
With needle and thread

I’ll spread
Love, light and happiness
Until I am dead

Mitch Brown

Hr 10

The longest, darkest night on earth
It speaks to us of lights rebirth
Dark broken with fire and ice

The day is served with food and drink
And gives us cause to pause and think
Dark broken with fire and ice

The years have changed the tone and cause
Usurped by those with selfish clause
Dark broken with fire and ice

Yet still the names are sung with love
None have replaced what’s seen above
Dark broken with fire and ice.

Sick and tired

Of being told ~

You can be anything

~ Except that

You can’t be that ~

You’re not tall enough

You’re not small enough

You’re not big enough

You’re not smart enough

Why don’t you do this ~

When I definitely, didn’t ask

Hey, can you do this too?

Sure, never enough time for this fool.

Who only seeks to colorfully create.

Instead, she’s bombarded

Till she’s sick

And tired

Mitch Brown

Hr 9

All that glitters

Not all the glitter is gold they say, then though it may be true
There are things those that glitter, but only just for you

Gold will get you far in life, if that’s the life you seek
But gold can make you brittle, and it can make you weak

But things that cause your eyes to glitter
Are more precious then the treasure

A life well spent with merriment
Is more than gold can measure