The Poetry Marathon

At this time I’m usually resting. I’ve said my prayers and lay looking at a movie.I wake up suddenly due to something disturbing me. I go to check it out then it’s back to resting. Again, I am awaken having to use it. As we said in grade school with a raised hand “teacher can I go and use it?”. I go check on my mother ‘cause I take care of her. Then it’s back to my resting feeling like a blur.

Once again I’m awakened this time by my kitties. It’s snack time for them my rest goes on back end. I get them their treats and then back to resting. The night goes on and again I am resting. Up again for natural causes cause I drink lots of water so I’m up one mo’ ‘gin for that reason.

Throughout the night I toss, turn and fight for at least eight hours, to no avail but I’m still on it!!!

A

perfect way

to begin the

day, I pray to

GOD ALMIGHTY I extend my

arms and open my hands and

submit to the Man upstairs. It’s the

perfect way to end the day I pray

to GOD AlMIGHTY.

So many things we take for granted

here I will name a few. These are three

of my favorite things about life and living and love.

The first of the three are the stars that bring us light at night

when earths lights have gone out. And the brightest star

the sun of course thats very important to all of us

the sun brings the day light that separates the night.

It also brings the warmth on spring days and hot days

of summer.

My next favorite thing is my love the trees and trees

are an especially favorite. They work to keep us cool

during summer by giving us plenty of shade. They keep

the pavement cool, and the sidewalks and streets too

and the same for parking lots. Those trees are earths

natural climate controls.

Last but not least of three of my favorite things is

water my favorite beverage. Water is good for

hydration of our bodies as well as helping to

rid our bodies of waste. Water is a lubricant

for our joints that help to give us movement. Something

else about water it’s great for swimming and even other

sports. So there you have it the importance of three

things that some may take for granted. Think of

trees, and stars, and water more often and know

they are important to this earth.

I’ve joined a poetry marathon for the first time in my writing life.

Its really quite the challenge and it gives me little time to perfect my poetry the way I’d like.

I’ve written haiku’s, sonnets and epics and elegy’s by and by. I’ve written lyric poetry, but at this time I’m just trying to get by.

I’ve published my own books of poetry which included villanelles, some prose poetry as well as pantoums, several ballads and narratives.

But, now in this marathon I’m having such a time ‘cause there’s little time to get my poems together to make them more refined.

I must think quick for a subject to expound and I’m trying to keep positive. I’ve written ode’s and sestinas with plenty of time to proof.

Even so, I’m loving the challenge mainly because I’m big on rest. I know I will make it through right along with the rest of youse and then we’ll celebrate.

Good luck marathoners in  this 11th hour

My life has taken turns and twists

thats made me who I am.

An angry, volatile kind of

gal, that’s full of love still.

Those facets may not mix

to you, but inside me

they do.

I pray and pray and do

the right things. I try

not to get thrown too far off

my square. I know I’m

far from perfect, but I continue

to try and try- to climb up to

a higher plateau before my

time to die.

I give out food, and donate blood,

Sometimes I’ll give a ride to a stranger,

I’ll keep trying to help others,

and I’ll write instead of fight.

I get angry and blow up,

I scream, shout and holler.

But through it all I know my

God doesn’t blame me for

blowing up. So now you know

some of me and I don’t mind the

share. I’ll just have to keep

being myself, being good

leaving little room for bad

on my hearts shelf.

I had a beautiful sister

I carry her in my heart.

She was my only sister

But now we’re permanently
apart.

Her name is Pam she was

gorgeous and tough.

sometimes we fought

together; but we never

fought one another.

At times we would disagree

but that’s to be expected.

Like once she wore my

holiday outfit, knowing

it was too small.

My sister and me would

take long walks. We’d walk

for miles and miles.

Sometimes I’d drive to

pick her up and bring her

to my side of town.

My sister was a trouble soul

but she smiled despite of that.

I miss my sister and wish

she was here to support

me and cheer me through

this.

I know she’d be my biggest cheerleader.

In my opinion there are some who confuse love with other emotions and such; things like obsession, possession and control. None of these things are components of love. Love has nothing to do with hate or the devil.

I do not believe that there is a line that exists between hate and love that allows the excuse that love can turn into hate. Can love change? Sure. Love changes still have to do with love. Love can change from love of a mate to love of that same person as a friend, or love of that person as someone you once shared your life with. But if you claim to hate someone you claim to love then it wasn’t really love.

God did not destroy the people of earth because he hated them. He destroyed them because they didn’t know love. They were lustful and evil and non believers in God. They were hypocrites. He watch the power of Mephistopheles growing and growing.

Now, here we are once again. Another chance to love and live and what are we doing? And where is God in what we are doing? It’s a good time to reevaluate what’s going on before it happens again.

God Loves Us

Sitting and watching the boats sail by brings me peace. Listening to the waves gently bounce off the shore, feeling the gentle spray touch my face and arms. I close my eyes and take myself far away to a beach of tri-colored sands and the warmth of the sun beaming down on the land and me.

I imagine a house behind me;  salmon and tan in color with a screened in porch that wraps around three quarters of it. The moon makes the house look peaceful and quiet as it shines it’s rays down as if it’s the only house on earth.

On my porch I sit and smell the fresh night air. I hear crickets chirping and the last of the birds calling on their way in. I can still see ships and boats making way through the waters and sending small gentle waves towards the beach. It’s just peace in my mind’s eye. I use my imagination to transport me many places. That’s my coping mechanism. I can be peaceful. I can be alone. I can write. I can concentrate. I can read. I can pray. I can love…

imagine

Let life be not all about hate; after all we are not balls of fire. We are all children of God even if we don’t believe in heaven. It’s easy for most to hate and hard to love because of what we’ve been through. But if we hold onto prayer it helps to establish a belief in something larger than one’s self. So, grab hold of a golden angels wing and ride. Let the wind carry your heavy heart and make it feel again.

pray

These are not riddles, these are not rhymes. They are far from fiction they are damn near crime. Being put into a position to display hate; not really my cup of tea. It’s certainly not my fate and definitely not my dream. To be used and misused and not tossed away. Kept ‘round so that when your end nears I’ll be in dire straits.

To be one who butts in and secretly make choices on another adults life was not yours to do but you did and it shows your scorn and wickedness too. Born to be a slaver, you’d made a strong bad queen yelling “off with her head” any time you wanted to clean.Shame should swaddle you and your ugly behavior.

Now you want to be punished before you go so the Lord will forgive you and see you as a lost soul. But let’s not forget our lives have been all seen. So, there’s really no escaping the sins you have weaved.

Will the Lord be forgiving? Yes, I’m sure He will. But I’m done fighting you. I’m done being Blue Hell.