The Poetry Marathon

I woke up at 2 AM.

So hungry.

I decided on a veggie wrap

Easy to make.

I look out the window,

There was the moon,

Staring back at me.

Being brushed by puffy clouds.

With an orange glow

Wonder what that was all about

Grabbed my phone to look it up

April’s pink moon.

It was the name of the moon

This beautiful moon

after a flower,

Pink Moon.

She gets excited with you.

They get anxious when things are not right.

They feel the sorrow that brings grey clouds.

Mothers share all these things.

She gets happy when you are happy.

They know that they are special

when you remember them on Mother’s Day.

They know when you are not at your best.

Feel bad when you are at your worst.

Mothers share all these things.

Mothers know when to speak up.

They know when to hold their breath.

Mothers know they are special.

And don’t let you forget.

Mothers know when they have it all together.

Mothers know best as they can.

Mothers are aware of their child’s stress

and let their children grow.

They allow you to become who you are today.

To allow this poem to be put down on paper.

To allow their child’s heart to smile with pride.

Betting over here!

Win, Place, or Show

Let me know your bet.

Place your bets!!!

And they’re off.

Number 9th horse Rambling Rose is 1st place

The 6th horse Racing Today is coming up to 2nd place

Number 5 Rumbling Stump is in third.

The 9th horse is falling behind,

while the number 3 horse First Love is picking up speed.

starting to come up is the number 5 Rumbling Stump.

Around the bend,

First Love is passing 6th horse Racing Today

Down the stretch…

Lovestruck comes out of nowhere.

But can’t pass Rambling Rose

won by a nose, Rambling Rose

That’s it by,

Poet’s Racing World.

I’m fleeing, I’m flying

way up high in the mountain tops

up high in the clouds

up high where the birds go soring

where they feel proud.

I’m fleeing, I’m flying

way up high in the blue sky

never-ending up here

and always so clear.

I’m fleeing, I’m flying

alongside Jet Air.

Flying as fast as a jumbo jet

not using any gas

The landing is going to be a fun blast.

I’m fleeing, I’m flying

along with the geese.

It’s different in a triangle shape

but it’s really great.

Gliding along,

Floating with no fall.

I am hoping it won’t all stop

I am loving it all.

The summer bird song at my window.

With a fresh ring to my ear.

Sometimes silent not very clear.

Waiting for the next set of notes,

as sweet as they may sound,

spoke very clearly.

When the wind blew by,

something catches the bird’s eye,

the song disappears.

Now things are silent again.

Hoping for the next sweet song to begin.

He comes back again to fulfill his need

to let out his song words of glee.

Sharing with everyone

with the gentleness of heart.

Let everyone know that it’s

another great day and have a fresh start.

The air conditioning that cools the air

Climbing into bed with the soft cold satin sheets, 

beautiful white and shiny 

The colour speaks for itself, the comforting and crisp n’ clean

Rolling off to sleep not waking up due to dreams, Sleep softly away. 

Rolling into the new day.

Awake and alert 

Getting up from the satin and silky smooth crisp morning breeze

Wondering looking over at the time 

Is it right to get ready to start another rhyme. 

Getting the coffee ready … Perfect!

Now just a sip.

Feeling the heat roll of my tongue.

Strong enough to wake up the dog.

Better add the cinnamon.

Now my day can start with my next sip another poem will begin.

Hello, This is the first time that I am using this platform. I am unsure of what to say at this moment I have been nervous and excited all at the same time.

I plan to be as quick as I can to get the flow of writing all these poems. This is the biggest challenge I have ever registered for and proud that I am willing to give it a try.

I am going for the full 24 hours or at least that is the plan anyways.

I wish everybody good luck and all the best!