Ant – Page 3 – The Poetry Marathon

Antoinette LeRoux
Ant

Hi all! My name is Antoinette Le Roux (legally still Keyser, but I have divorced my abusive husband, and am in the process of becoming Le Roux again), and I live in Kempton Park, Gauteng, South Africa. I have been writing poetry since forever, but have never really published anything except on Facebook, Wattpad and my WordPress blog… and more recently on one or two websites as gigs that I’ve done on Fiverr. My main reason for entering this Marathon is to get my butt in gear: I have known since my elementary school days that I am a writer deep down inside, but received nothing but ridicule from my school peers, teachers… and even my father who has tried to push me into becoming an architect. He used to ridicule me when I tried to express myself singing and he used to tell me that writing is for the “less intelligent”; he made me believe that a woman “cannot make it as a singer or as an author”. Both my husbands simply made me believe that I am “good for nothing”, the second one even going as far as to call me a “good for nothing mad ‘effing’ bitch”! Needless to say, when one gets told the same nonsense so perpetually one really actually believes all the verbal crap that gets flung at one… Now, with my dad, peers and abusive husbands long gone… and with the internet as an awesome resource telling me to my face that all those people were actually liars, I have now decided that it’s better late than never. I am getting into the world of authors, come what may… I know that I can do it, and this Marathon is a great opportunity to show myself that I can because what I really need is the motivation and self-confidence to step out and DO IT! And here I am then, at age 60, breaking into the world where I know that I belong! I’m coming home so to speak! Good luck to everyone who will participate, and may we all survive! © 2015 Antoinette LeRoux

Prompt 7 – Picking Poppies

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Picking white and ruby poppies,

Beneath a sky of cobalt, I see

Nature’s tapestry unfurling, carelessly,

Amidst fields of dreams, waving free.

In the gentle breeze, whispers of grace,

Picking white and ruby poppies,

Each petal’s touch, a soft embrace,

In this tranquil haven, I find my place.

Time slows down in this sacred space,

Nature’s beauty, an eternal chase,

Picking white and ruby poppies.

In its embrace, I find solace and grace.

As the day’s colors gently wane,

In this moment, all worries drain,

In the heart of nature, I remain,

Picking white and ruby poppies.

Prompt 6 – Infinite Abyss Aglow

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Upon the flat Earth,

Gaze o’er the edge’s unknown,

Endless mysteries,

Uncharted realms lie below,

Infinite abyss aglow.

Prompt 5 – Mysterious Still

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In the heart of the city, where neon lights pierce the night, there lies a shadow that refuses to fade. The unsolved crime, a mystery that haunts the alleys and alleyways, eludes the grasp of justice like a wisp of smoke slipping through clenched fingers.

Whispers in the dark,

Secrets buried deep in time,

Mystery persists.

The detective’s board, covered in photographs and red strings, tells a tale of obsession. Clues dangle like tantalizing promises, but the truth remains shrouded in enigma. Witnesses speak in riddles, and alibis crumble like old leaves beneath the weight of suspicion.

Rain-soaked streets glisten,

Reflecting unanswered questions,

Cold case lingers on.

Years have passed, yet the unresolved crime endures, a puzzle without a solution. It lives in the minds of those who dare to remember, a ghostly presence that refuses to be forgotten, a mystery that will forever remain a part of this city’s lore.

Midnight’s silent plea,

Unsolved crime’s haunting echo,

Mysterious still.

Prompt 4 – Our Wedding and Beyond

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Our wedding took place

And now we live with the consequences

A life with one another

Seemed so romantic, back then,

But we’ve come to realize

That this little contract

Is not as simple as many would think.

Practically,

The only effective way

To remain true to ourselves

Is to come to

The following realization:

That love is not a feeling

It’s an act of your will

Prompt 3 – Diamante – Fire to Ice

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Definitely not up to this one, lol! Using Diamante

Fire

Flame Warm

Gold Copper Bronze

Silver lead chrome

Faucet water

Ice

Prompt 2 – Another Option

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(A bit of a pressing crisis, so I’m using the Haiku copout)

We cannot go out

It’s raining much too hard now

So we’ll stay indoors

Prompt 1 – Weaning Too Young – A Canine Sonnet

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I held her in my hand,

A newborn

German Shepherd pup;

“It’s too soon, Little One,”

I whispered,

“You’ll need at least six more weeks

Of suckling

In order to survive

And grow up strong…”

But of course, she didn’t understand…

And then, her mom took over…

With the expertise

Of a Canine Mom

She nursed her pup to life

It’s been Three years, Now I’m Back!

My last Marathon was in 2019, then Covid 19, and subsequent lockdowns, struck and all hell broke loose. Hope you all enjoy the 2023 Marathon.

Antoinette

Hour 15 – Forming of the Universe

Image courtesy of Gerd Altmann at Pixabay

Before everything, there was only darkness

And vacuum

And then a slight amount of activity began…

exactly when, is anyone’s guess

but it was a long long time ago…

when the time came

that which was the nucleus of all exploded

and began to expand in all directions

Galaxies formed, each consisting of

billions of stars and planets developed gravities

and began to encircle stars…

And today, the universe is still expanding

Hour Fourteen – We are not lost

“The Land knows you, even if you are lost…” Robin Wall Kimmerer

Image courtesy of PixelAnachy at Pixabay

The Earth is very forgiving…

We are destroying our Mother,

Yet she knows us and supports us

and will continue doing that

For as long as she possibly can.

Because we are her children

How long we still have is uncertain

But we need to understand

That her resources can be depleted

And we are depleteing them faster everyday.

How many species are we missing already?

I have stopped counting

since counting is futile

Yes, she knows us even though we are so lost

But we’d better stop depleting and begin to replenish

Or the day will surely come that she will

run out of everything

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