The Poetry Marathon

Sitting on a barrier made of concrete.

Scrolling on his phone, no one on the street.

The phone his only friend, he looks at it by the hour.

Loneliness invades and makes his life so sour.

I help people for a living, by showing them the way.

Learn about diet, exercise and play.

Natural therapies like massage and more.

Herbs and supplements are part of the core.

Natural health isn’t just take a pill.

Change your life and learn to chill.

Every time I open my closet I do so with a sigh.

Dresses, skirts and shirts galore, they are piled so high.

Most of these clothes are never worn, but it’s so hard to let go.

I need to spend more time in there to clean it out I know.

Memories are in the closets core,

so instead of getting rid of them

I just keep getting more.

I need to get a backbone and put sentimentality on the shelf.

I wish there was a helper, like a closet elf.

The path was just enough for a hiker to get through.

It’s not the kind of place a city girl would do.

The green is vibrant and the flowers scent fills the air.

Follow the path to the lake, and in the moonlight become bare.

Full moon rises, the water is fair,

Reclothed and ready to go back on the trail,

Skinny dippings fun. Now lets get some ale.

What is Love?  You may ask.

To me it’s living without a mask.

Love is not sex or romance as society may say.

It’s lifetime commitment, come what may.

Respect, honesty, loyalty, communication, all parts of love.

To forgive and forgive again like from above.

Love is life, it holds families together.

It’s what you take with you into the forever.

Sitting in the carport, drinking a beet smoothie,

A cinnamon Elk with a bucket on his antler looked at me truely.

Coming from the Bayou, I’ve never seen an Elk before, my stomach tremored, my mouth went dry.

With my elbow I knocked off the bucket as I ran by.

The elk chased me, out of the carpark, my heart pounding hard.

He ran into to the woods, and into the dark.

I pulled my jacket round me as I get in my car.

A lightbulb of an Idea formed, I need to find a bar.

The pressure of life has gotten to me.

Camping in nature will set me free.

Totally alone, no people about.

This is a place I can scream and shout.

Stars my canopy, the Milky Way is clear.

Off in the distance I see a deer.

Smores on the campfire, I have for desert.

Me and my thoughts, in a warm flannel shirt.

I crawl in my tent, asleep right away.

Tomorrow at sunrise, I’ll enjoy the day.

The sunflower field was in full bloom.

A swing awaiting the Bride’s groom.

The photographer waited with care,

to await the memory she preserved there.

The Brides white dress billowed as she did fly

The Groom pushed her higher in the sky.

The photo stopped time that day.

Now every year they come and play.

Swing and Sunflowers makes them remember.

That special day in September.

Peering over the edge of the world, the cool misty water makes my face wet.

Below I see the Earth the way it used to be, before man destroyed it with his greed.

Pure wilderness, mountains full of creatures we wouldn’t even recognize.

Gardens full of food are everywhere.  A place without man to monetize and destroy it.

Clean air, water and food abound.  All unreachable to man.  Man had his chance.  The gates are closed to Eden.  Eden is unreachable.