The Poetry Marathon

A Final Poem of Thought

This experience won’t win me a Pulitzer.

Won’t not get me an Academy Award, Grammy, or an Emmy.

It has the opportunity to allow me to published a poem,

 my prize winning certificate without trophy.

My name in print, a possible push-cart nominee.

I got myself on paper, a person among others 

to share space in an Anthology.

That’s pretty cool if you’re think like this,

something fun and unique.

Together we cross the marathon tape with no medals,

the finish line is here.

We’ll participate and write again 

this time next year.

Collections

I collect

stamps

poems 

prompts

CDs

poetry books

cat items

Quotes 

Teddy Bears

Hello Kitty

purple things

pens 

paper

stationary 

thoughts

visions

songs

groceries 

friends

pen pals

socks

shoes 

clothes

make up

t-shirts

concert tickets

experiences

memories

frames 

bills

posters

drawers 

history 

albums

words

epigraphs

forms

prose

stickers

sticky notes

mistakes

erasers

decisions

reasons

thoughts

Instagram 

Facebook 

TikTok 

Twitter 

Patreon 

Gmail 

Yahoo

Microsoft Word

Apple 

iPhone 

iPad 

myself

on a good day,

bad day

and anything 

in between.

“ You connect to your fans, like stars to a night’s sky.”

You connect in the eyes of a fan

waiting in line with me at Meet & Greet.

It’s her first time meeting you and I encourage her to go to more shows.

You connect in the eyes of a girl from New Jersey at City Winery in DC.

I mention next shows and tell her to try the VIP.

That’s you this pull in the universe,

I never get tired of seeking.

Relive my first meeting through other fan’s eyes on repeat

at each and every Meet & Greet.

“I pay my debts in words.” Rick Christiansen

They won’t pay my bills,

won’t buy cat food.

They can’t pay my rent, 

put gas in my car.

They won’t win lotto,

or a chance at a slot machine.

They are mine,

my gift to the universe.

I can share them

and smile in the received approval 

by audience. 

They are my vision,

my muses and words.

I pay debts to society 

with my work.

Be like the Sun

“The sun doesn’t care what color you are.” Unknown 

The sun burns us all the same

tan comes later for some.

The sun doesn’t know black, white, tan, or red.

The largest star shines no matter who’s around.

The sun won’t judge our size, family history, or gender.

It won’t care the crimes, lies, or offender.

The sun doesn’t measure us in height, creed, or age.

Won’t judge us on our happiness, sadness, or rage.

The sun is always in the sky.

If we looked up and never looked down.

What a different person, one might be.

Positivity shines all around me.

Be like the sun,

even when it sets it’s still there.

Look up at the moon’s glowing light they share.

“The best things in life make you sweaty.” Edgar Allen Poe

Best things in life 

surprise you.

Not always right in the face, obvious.

Best things in life 

are sometimes people.

You don’t recognize 

their importance at first.

When I see you now

my palms perspire

and I realize why.

Every breath together

a moment we share.

Every sight of belonging to a vision we care.

Opportunity given with us by chance.

Another poem I write in rhyme 

by our circumstance.

“Love the Words.” Unknown 

When you feel yourself falling asleep 

be in love with your words.

Closing your eyes, finalize 

accept what you wrote.

Be at ease

you left no stone unturned in cliche.

Every emotion shown through metaphor.

Personification relation in every situation.

Love your poems.

Accept your prose.

Know your verse.

Be in love with how you started,

cherish how you grew, 

until you ended.

Til then, keep your journal 

wide open.

Masterpiece 

If he never performed,

never auditioned 

every sound we’d miss.

How his passion now still moves me.

Each gentle rhythm builds measure.

Harmony together accompany the emotions I feel.

Music haunts your soul, from spirit I listen to him

sing and perform.

Live life through his gift to us.

With a rush of color in his signature we celebrate.

Crescent Carving 

I imagine you, a perfect planet 

shadow rising upon the tide.

Pale yellow beam behind harvest wishes,

follow this crescent star.

Under sweet silent space

from deep, dark, broken night.

Transverse summer spirit 

shine through light.

Serene morning here at home.

A Healing Prayer 

Bless this life’s journey 

inspire others through gentle pathways. 

Remember we nourish in gratitude,

create inner voices when we 

listen, see, smell, feel, taste

the positive gifts of almost.

Trust understands strong compassion,

encourages balance, accepts good.

Peace is possible, begins with you.