The Poetry Marathon

I made it. Thanks for reading. All from a cube at the edge of someone not quite there. Enjoy. Just imagination. Not based on anyone real. Rantings from a Mad Black Woman from Missouri. Who loves her daughter. This is for you kid. Momma loves you more.

He played a toy 3-string Banjo

in front of Walgreens on 39thSt

He’s a soldier from

Oklahoma

He wouldn’t talk

Homeless

been there

done that

a breath away

everyday

Today he used a

battery operated

razor to shave

his head in the cold

To me, he’s

part of the neighborhood

I got more out of him

than most

That’s me

Brisk winds blow

I buy him lunch

Snow came and

he was gone

Razors

banjoes

My Oklahoma

homeless

soldier

lunch

at

McD’s

She wore emeralds

and diamonds

Round her neck

So much a Manet

outline

So much like Klimt

imcoplete

I like his work

Her beauty,

strength and eyes

like fired up steel

High rank as high

as her high cheek

bones

Her thoughtful look

is deep as the sea

What are you thinking about

Oh, beautiful ne

With

Emeralds and diamonds

Snaked soulfully

Round your neck

They are things,

but not the real

you

You, who holds

them up

Your souls passion

elegant and regal

as the garment you

wear

Your souls passions

hidden

Behind ruby lips

Quieted by clear sapphire eyes

They speak…

See me now, Now see me

The beautiful one

in emerald

Framed in a gallery’s walls

As high as its

ceiling

How high you reign over

your castle of

beauty

This land is yours

yet

Who holds your

heart?

Look deeply in her

eyes and you will

see

The silence of her

sweet lips

Speak to me

As I  sit under

Chihuily Sky

Reflections from

the lighting

sculpted another

oceanic painting

that tangoed above

lettered men

Glass columns

framed in

aluminum

guarded the

kitchen dancing

silverware

castenetas doing a

stilleto waltz

trance across the

white table cloth

And I, the invisble

woman sit

and people pass by

and I am furniture

30’s music bounce

along the walls

fantastic

It’s Friday and cold

I cried too many

times this week

Saying I’m sorry

Being told I’m sorry

I

look

I

write

poor

pour

Under Chihuily

Skies

A white girl stood

in front of me

and said sorry

The whole week

In a split second

fell like an anvil

on

my

head

I was sorry

not

Oh, so sorry

I left quickly

enforce trouble had

a holiday

for sitting on a

bench under

Chihuily sky

I fought back the tears

in my special place

of beauty

Never to return

writing poems

to an imaginary lover

Trying not to do

something stupid

and

chose

life

Thinking of your

beautiful Chihily

eyes

and my new

thriftstore coat

Dearest Darling Being,

We fight a lot

yet never speak

Let’s agree to disagree

Stick to facts

You don’t like me.

All in my head

My imagination

hates me too

Gotta grow up sometime

I got it all outta my

System.Get a life

they all say

I thought I had one

A touch too far

Apologize

All is forgiven and forgotten

Words from an

old woman

lies of a loon

crazy card in hand

another artist

with a story too weird

wild and wonderful

Kids, don’t try this

at home

Loved too deep and too

hard in my own little

world

harmless

ghetto

dreamer

Friends?

The moving

constellations

trigger a seizure

Oh well, like

shadows on the

floor

Sit quietly and hear

the the rhythm of the

building

Art and sl satify

me

Heels click and

scratch across the

wooden floors

Muted Amber tones

fight azure starry

starry nice

Indeed, I sit….

writing

watching as it

Comes to a stop

Not where I bet

myself it would

Not where I

wanted

Ain’t that life…

Take that Hafiz

I go home to get a

warmer coat

Falling out of love

with you

came too easy

Now I question

why

even more

Was there?

No

there wasn’t

I made it all up

Reality rears its

ugly head again

I shall have to

write it all down

turn it into a book

Or just another story

for you

to

read

Light enters through cracks

Like invisible, I

Like myself

Once and once

Never worry of lost things

You inspire me

Solo Flores

simple things work

Marcus Aurelius Ceasar

Meditates

Le flours du bien

Baked and split

A baker’s art

Foam flows from my mouth

Adorn me. Please my mind

Consequences give pleasure

This too shall pass away

Invent wise man, Invent

You too are mortal

To everything there is a season

Perfection and imperfection

Mirror my mind

The whole design of beauty

A way of knowing

The gateway to inspiration

Yet I do nothing

Invisible woman, l

I enter the Tiger’s cage

I leave a footprint

Gentle Kind Sir

Be with you— I cry

Walk away, yet smile

Light fills the room

I am invisible once again

Invisible, Woman, I

Yes

I Fear

No Mas

Ti adore

Mon

cheri

A page in time

Finished Windows inked firmly

Time for the next stage in life

A wake up call, fill the bucket, check your list

Have a new story to tell

not your last rites

Splendor In the grass all over the place

smoke a little too

Absolutely live like the last days

It’s not all black and white

make grey

Like a script

Be that suspenseful and use

Imagination of that Indy film we live

accept your academy award

you did your best

and see you next year

tonight, I get lucky

win and won

as

one

I stared at a little

red

square

under

a

black ribbed

portion of

a

huge

work of

art

and

saw my

heart

and

painted

again