The Poetry Marathon

What is worst,ice or fire,

You know what,let’s inquire.

Our planet earth will end with a final vow,

Either it will freeze and frigid in ice after 40 days and forty nights of rain and freezing floods of water.

Or inferno of wild fire, turning up the virgin Forrest into a powdery dark ashes of clouds.

An immeasurable intensity of tectonics movements of burning rocks of lava.

Rubbing of two great plates, the Pacific plate and Eurasian plate.

Climate change,let’s heed the call before we demise,

Scientist need to decide,but don’t be surprise.

I am a dreamer,that makes my life easier,

Dont let my existence scare, articulating my feelings is hard to unveil.

Writing poetry,can rescue my aching soul with no bail,

A writer never make it big,’cause writing poetry is  emptying their hearts to regain and not much gain.

Please don’t make our dreams go down the drain,writer’s life will go in vain.

It’s Spring!

After a bitter winter storm,Spring has sprung.

Embracing a renewal of life and a new hope.

In it’s absence,life is forlorn

Tree branches spread out in thanksgiving.

Soft wind blew dust of magic and turn the grass green, swaying to the splendor of whimsical tune of Spring.

Nostalgic cool breeze awaken birds hatching.

Robins sing and spry their wings to drink the first dew of Spring.

Abundant flowers in rainbow hues and tulips as the queen of Spring.

With gentle swaying and constant trill,the buds of fruits trees,exploding with sweet scent ascending.

It fills the air announcing, it is Spring.

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God is so good,He blessed me and my family

His blessing is overflowing,sometimes, it’s too many to hold.

God is so good,He blessed me and my other extended family,

His blessing is abundant that He shower me with so much joy that my heart can hold.

God is so good,He blessed my brother, my sisters and relatives too,He is there in times of grief and replace it with relief,what an easy way to unload.

God is so good,He bless the whole  human race,

He touched every widow,orphaned,the hungry and the homeless,in every corner of our world.

Autumn Wind

The sun was bright,yet the cool air frostbite.

Every time I move, my limbs sting from clinging.

Knuckles and groin adjourn to rest in a flat form.

Cool breeze makes my spine giggles in spasm and then I faint in pain.

I grubbed my old sweater and my long john preventing my thin skin from jiggling.

I’ll rather stay inside my abode and let the crunchy autumn leaves fill up my backyard with crusty trash because,

It will become a nice and warm colored blanket of autumn leaves for earthworms and mice, to survive the frigid night.

How can I reclaim the essence of my dream,

Everytime I open my eyes,my pain debilitating.

I am a survival,doing one day at a time.

I take my daily dosage of pain medication,to help me carry on.

Since I’m not in control of my pain, I hope they sympathize with my situation.

It is rehabilitating,when I choose to live, one day at a time.

The coping mechanisms is adjusting my lifestyle,

That’s why I choose to live,one day at a time.

It’s all about endurance and strategy to work at my own pace

Making the right choices,save time and energy to regulate.

Too much activity will succumb to drug addiction,

The reason why I slow down,so I could work,one day at a time.

My only consolation are family and friends,who cares and understand,

The life of a person living with chronic pain.

cool breeze touching my silky skin,

while forcing the blades of wet grass against my skin.

amass the morning dew droplets,fierce the softest part of my skin,

underneath the blue sky, you can testify,

the velvety touch makes our love nest satisfy.

A magnificent Red Cardinal stop by,to cheer me up while clearing the sky.

hoping the rain will go away,as I glanced the sky.

wishing a beautiful rainbow will show up behind the floppy clouds

promising that the rain won’t come back another day.

O’ what a beautiful to start my day, bright,sunny and gay.

i kept you in my heart,cause I’ve been deprive,not to share what’s deep inside.

lingering in my soul, waiting for the right moment to come,

cant wait to release what’s going on inside,

it’s full of life’s memory of happy and bitter moments

of lamenting rhymes to burst outside,

after I cried,no one was surprised,

but, its everyone’s pride.

I wish I have a strong bone,

thats what I’d like to hone,

I’d rather do what I’ve got to do,

but its too late,now you know,

my old age controlling though

my cracking fragile bones,

breaking more bones

and the pain, sitting pretty on the throne.