We need change

In a world where people are valued less
for the color of their skin,
We need change.

In a world where people are rejected
because of where they were born,
We need change.

In a world where people are abused
based solely on their gender,
We need change.

In a world where people face imprisonment, or even death,
because of who they love,
We need change.

In a world where children are locked in cages, forced to work labor in adult jobs,
killed by anonymous bombs falling from the sky,
We need change.

In a world where getting a haircut takes priority
over the health and safety of others,
We need change.

In a world lacking in so many ways,
failing to value, include, cherish, protect, love,
failing to recognize one another’s humanity,
failing to recognize God in the face of our neighbor,
There is no future, there is no peace, there is no us.

We need change.

(Hour 24, Poetry Marathon 2020. Random prompt: Write a poem with the phrase “we need” reoccurring throughout it. Repeat the phrase at least five times in the poem.)

My roundabone is worth five men

On a minzap far away,
Where toepoes and gadzeroes play

I found a pet to call my own,
A hairy purple roundabone.

My roundabone is quite a prize,
You just will not believe your eyes.

He knows ten tricks and uses words
Like dopplegang and whirlibird.

He cleans and cooks, and even mends,
My roundabone is worth five men!

The only problem he presents
is when the tarkington wants rent.

Old tarkington takes rent by weight,
He wants to charge us twice times eight!

Dear roundabone may have to go,
I’ll trade him for a buzzletoe.

A buzzletoe is mighty small,
He’ll hardly cost much rent at all.

I’ll miss old roundabone for sure,
But I can’t afford him any more.

(Hour 23, Poetry Marathon 2020. Write a poem about an imaginary pet or person. The poem can be from your perspective, the perspective of a neutral third party, or from the perspective of the imaginary pet or person themselves.)

Hour 22 series of haiku

construction equipment
looming over city streets
his walk still unchanged

lost silver feather
resting on the pebbled ground
surrounded by stones

brilliant sun rising
far beyond the waterfall
both kiss hallowed ground

morning light shines forth
inviting all to worship
broken boulders kneel

Swiss cheese, full of holes
this wall reveals her secrets
but maintains its own

rising from the mist
endless mountains guard the shore
protecting dry land

(Hour 22, Poetry Marathon 2020, photo prompts)

Pumpernickel pepperoni

Pumpernickel pepperoni,
Sweet spaghetti squash.
Char-broiled cotton candy,
Jalapeno hash.

Marinara M&Ms,
Carrot Quesadilla.
Toppings you should just avoid,
When ordering your pizza.

(Hour 21, Poetry Marathon 2020. Write a poem about what you are longing for most right now.)


Vast stretches of darkness
blanket the silent world of
trees, valleys, and shadows.
the dangers of the night.

Come forth and conquer,
Oh army of light!
Bring your lamps and torches to the battle.
Reveal the depths,
the distant corners,
the secret hiding places.
Give us knowledge
to cast out fear.

(Hour 20, Poetry Marathon 2020. Prompt: write a poem involving light of any kind, from the sun, to a lamp to a candle.)


Modern life has ruined
Community living;
Made it possible
To live independently,
Each separated from

Look. Look where our
Individuality has led us.
We don’t know our neighbors,
Feud with our families;
Abandon our friends
At the slightest

Look. Look back.
Back to a time when
Survival depended upon
Groups working together.
A common cause,
Dependence on one another.

(Hour 19, Poetry Marathon 2020. Prompt: you can write about what it’s like to be one small part of something bigger.)

Christmas with a cat

Our first Christmas as a married couple
Was also our first Christmas with a cat.
A young cat, about six months old.
An agile cat, who easily leapt
to the tops of bookcases to perch
like the queen she knew herself to be,
Peering down at her subjects, mere mortals.

A fake tree, thought the mortals, was the best choice.
We made the investment, a major one
For us, at that time, along with
One box of satin balls, a star for the top,
and a spice jar filled with ground red pepper.

I had read, you see, that sprinkling red pepper
on the branches of the Christmas tree
would deter cats from climbing said tree.
I sewed more ornaments for empty spaces.
We fluffed branches, stood the tree up
Straight and tall in the corner
of the living room. In front of the room’s only window.

Before hanging the ornaments, we sprinkled
Generous amounts of red pepper
Throughout all those blue spruce branches
We had fluffed.
And the cat, amazingly, stayed out of the tree.
For one year.

But the pepper lasts, you see.
No one mentioned this one tiny, yet gigantic, detail.
And so for the next year, and the next,
And for a few more years after that,
Enough red pepper remained to burn
My husband’s eyes as he lay under the tree,
Connecting lights and regretting our choice.

But not enough remained to deter the cat.

(Hour 18, Poetry Marathon 2020. Prompt: Write a narrative poem set during a holiday.)


How long, the poet cried.
How long, Oh Lord?
And the people wonder, too.

How long in our homes?
No jobs, no school,
No stores, no malls,
No restaurants.

The people become restless,
Bored with their own company.
Resentful. Angry.

Not me, though.
I love staying home
with my books and thoughts
for company.

Baking, sewing,
taking naps.
Writing, dreaming,

The solitude suits me.
Becomes me.
Becomes one with me.
I am alone.
I am at peace.

(Hour 17, Poetry Marathon 2020. Random prompt: A poem about solitude)

Her love

Cold hands, warm heart
And so her heart
Was filled with heat.

Not the blazing
Flames that burn
Blue-bright, then die.

But the steady warmth
Of ashy coals
Stirred to life once more.

Hands like ice,
Heart aflame.
She gave it all to him.

(Hour 16, Poetry Marathon 2020. Prompt: Write a love poem without using the word love.)

Traveling by air

Dropped off curbside,
Bag in hand,
Hours early,
Prepared for anything,
Just like a Boy Scout.

Checking in, shoes come off,
A smile for TSA.
Fumbling with my phone,
My keys, my ticket and ID.
Finally. The other side.

Find my gate,
Find a seat, and
Finally relax.
Afraid of heights, but strangely,
Not afraid to fly.

Once aboard,
Luggage stowed,
Settled into place,
I’ve done all I can,
the pilot’s at the plate.

Taking off,
Now cruising speed,
Seatbelt sign turns off.
So soon it flashes on again.
Landing. Pure relief.

(Hour 15, Poetry Marathon 2020. Your prompt this hour is to write a poem about a plane trip.)

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