The Poetry Marathon

Elephants Move

I heard a herd
Left a preserve
Somewhere in southeast Asia

Is this a roam
To find a home
With a different fascia?

Or do their toes
Tell – what we don’t know
Like meteor will hit Malaysia?

Whatever comes
They have freedoms
Unlike many in all Asia

Clear night
Gold light splashes
Spills on my window sill
In old buildint where I reside
Morning is glorious
Notorious
New day

(Eintou format)

Line Vines

Up from the deep
Lines start to seep
Why do they creep
At time for sleep?

Ignore them not
For lines unsought
Will be forgot
If left to rot

I like to rhyme
Most any time
It’s so easy
Swift and breezy
But now, my friend
These lines I end

We are known as Pastafarians
Our Quob is egalitarian

Though some may view us as some crockery
We’re serious with our mockery

Since multi-universe works the best
We leave to randomness all the rest

Flying Spaghetti Monster doesn’t judge
On this point we will never budge

Pasta, pirates, any parrot-kind
Our welcome mat is not hard to find

My name is Linda. I’m an active member of “Poetry for the Love of It” (PLOI) in Tallahassee, Florida (USA) – a chapter of the Florida State Poets Association (FSPA). PLOI is also affiliated with our local senior center. All current members are seniors. We currently study a notable poet each month, and share our original poems.

My professional career involved technical writing. I began playing with poetry to entertain family & friends. That is still one of my primary motivations.

I am a cat lover. Meow.

Always there has been
A family historian
Mostly the women

Aunt Teen obviously
She kept track of everyone
In mom’s family

Aunt Alois too
Dad’s brother’s kind, soft-spoken wife
By caring, she knew

Now times have changed
No longer is there a center
Keeping us arranged

Sisters and brothers
Cousins expanding, few knowing
About each other

Those we know about
Are very different people
So we sometimes shout

There’s still Aunt Becky
She stays near to the old center
Of dad’s family

Felix, my cousin
Carries on Aunt Teen’s legacy
Eldest living son

Lax for far too long
Now I must pick up connections
Keep the stories strong

Memories have welled
Perhaps no one really cares but
I feel so compelled

My brothers and I
Have no children our very own
To ask about why

We are who we are…
Still, a hope grows deep in my heart
That others afar

Will seek us one day
Compelled by curiosity
What our voices say

For the moment, I
Will write and speak all that I know
Until my last sigh

Lazy

Tables to the left of me
Tables to the right
Sitting in my LazyBoy
Lazy day and night

Freedom

One day very soon
I will be free to go
From this rehab place
As I please, you know

To begin again
My very own life
With all the hazards
Including its strife

Independence and
Quiet solitude
To be alone helps
Balance attitude

I wasn’t sure if I was to post the first poem between 9am.and 10am, or AT 10am. So I’ve posted a baker’s dozen to be on the safe side.

Thank you for this great opportunity.

Just me
Laying in bed
Awake, aware, I wait
For others to come help me out
Just normal daily needs
I cannot do
Myself

(Eintou form)