The Poetry Marathon

The sun has set
the day is coming to an end
My struggle isn’t done with me yet.
determined to bring me to my knees
I will journey on with
every tired muscle and bone 
towards the finish line…
until struggle takes a bow.

j.r.m©

The air felt heavy
burdened with betrayal
loss, heartbreak and dismay.
It reeked of abandonment
This is where dreams came to die.

As disappointment set the tone
for the atmosphere
strong stench of opium,
marijuana,
cocaine 
nicotine
and infected needles….
choking the air in my lungs
suffocated, I struggle.

The sound of silent cries
echoed in my ear drums
deafeningly desperate.
reality was like a ticking time bomb
they’d do anything to escape 
the clutches of pain…
sometimes even at the risk of putting life in danger…
for that one hit.
for that one line of coke
for that one dose of heroin.

j.r.m©

Waking wet dreams 
passion drenched 
dancing bodies
souls uniting
spirits unfurling
bare skinned
stark naked
abandoned clothing 
lies all over the floor
tip toeing around
mischievous smile brimming
dry mouths
breathing heavy
panting
barely containing desires
bosoms aching
rib cages breaking open
hearts freed
running wild
deep dark forests
swaying hips
trembling lips
messy hair
grab a handful
pleasure or pain
you groan anyway
merging into one
orgasms take over
overpowering every nerve
commanding surrender
succumb to its way
attaining all.
Piercing gaze
now softened
quivering, uncontrollably
fingertips trace lightly
 a quake beneath the surface
I am awake
I am alive.
j.r.m©

.

There she stood
in the middle of the maze.
The maze was the rhythm
on and on
it commanded
threatening to conquer
my feet surrendered.

Every other sound took to backstage
it was as if the violin took the center stage.
Frolicking in the grassy fields of 
Scottish air.
Running hands through the 
dewy blades of grass.

The rhythm curled up
my tongue smitten
to its charm
every chord rolled off
so smoothly like butter…
my dreams took to a different place.

The rhythm is infectious 
its ways are contagious
twisted monotonous 
hypnotic beckoning of celebration
oh! you sound sweet. 
My feet are barely catching up.

-j.r.m©

How can you explain the color red
burning in its deep dark majestic shade
to someone whose colorblind.
Oh! How terribly unfortunate are they for
they are unable to experience the passion of red.

How can you express the beauty
spread across lavender fields
and the way it makes
you feel from within,
free and wild, with the
lingering scent of
lavenders dancing in the wind 
The scent doesn’t do justice
to its fragrant beauty.
to someone color blind…
how will they recognize?

How can you visualize the
colors of the sunset,
or sunrise or a bonfire
if you haven’t recognized
the softness and intensity
it carries at the same time?

How can you settle for less
when you haven’t seen the
colors of the ocean,
and it’s underwater wildlife.
So many colors paletted
under the ocean,
you’d be amazed. 

How can you not miss the color 
midnight green and the earthy feel 
it gives to your senses, 
truly a delight, 
the color of most forest trees.
They are what gives the forest 
a certain sort of mysterious air.

Colors -a feast for the vision, 
co ordinate with the rest of our senses
communicating its feel and nature. 

j.r.m©

I sit in my bathtub, 
after a long hard day 
to soak in my tired bones.
Just then, I come across
an arachnid with 8 legs
making its way peacefully
to weave a golden orb.

Spidey spidey
your golden orb
is a work of art
glistening in the sun,
you lay the trap
to catch your prey.

Spidey spidey
what did your web catch?
I hope your web was strong enough to latch…

j.r.m©

I Search
for you in the faces of crowds
in the corn fields
and among the grey clouds.

Are you hiding among the blinding lights
or chasing cars
on deserted roads
to fields of stars

Dressed in the night sky where
are you now?
You said 
you’d sing out loud

Ever since
you’ve been gone, my thoughts are not mine
it has passed
through hands and I

I learnt
I am nothing without
my peace of mind
I have to restore it anyhow.

j.r.m©

Where am I?
And how did I get here?
Hang on…. this… place smells funny…
Why is everything so bright?
Why am I surrounded by all these men in strange caps and surgical gloves?
Who are these giants?
Did that doctor just whack my bum?
Ouch! Watch it! 
Does anyone here speak baby?
Where are they taking me?
Why are they all smiling?
Did something funny happen?
Why am I being expelled from mum’s uterus?
Did I forget to pay rent?
Take me back
Nooo! Ah, milk…
yum! 

hmmmm…. I could get used to this new place…

j.r.m©

She was the epitome of frailty
but, she had life running through her veins
She was barely understandable
absolutely inaudible.
She had a temper that blew fire
you wouldn’t want to be around her.
She often looked tired
like her life force had been sucked out of her
but, her smile lit up the corridors of dim hospital.
It almost felt like her soul was caged in her body,
waiting to be set free,
seeking purpose,
searching for a reason to not give up.
She was fed up
she couldn’t hold a decent small conversation,
or communicate the basics,
she was dependent on her mom for every little thing.
What a miserable meaningless life to live.
to be sentenced to the abysmal pit of deathlessness.
j.r.m©

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NOT ONE OF MY FINEST

The trees danced
with the mischievous winds
as the sun came out
from hiding.
Oh what a beauty to behold!

Out in the fields 
in the scorching heat
birds took shelter,
singing from tree tops.
The women began to hum
a tune in unison
to make time go by faster. 
Wiping away their brows
from time to time
squinting at the sun.

I remember a specific
memory back in time
when we were just kids 
running through corn fields
playing hide and go seek.
Stealing corn cobs
to roast on the fire.
Years later it was the same 
corn field where we shared
our first kiss and made love.
 

j.r.m©