24 Poems ~ 24 Hours
Hi There Marathoners, My name is Mary Eugene P. Flores, from the Philippines. I am a Business Excellence Analyst, Researcher, and at the present time a Medical Collection Reviewer and a Published Poet. My recent project was an anthology book where my poetry "Young, Old" was luckily part of. The book entitled: Metaphorposis: Speaking In tangka is currently on its top chart in amazon poetry book list in nature category. This is my 3rd year and I signed up for 24 hrs category. Poetry Marathon have been my yearly go to and I enjoyed every minute of experienced, and I can tell that I'm learning a lot from the past 4 years as a marathoner, and for some other reasons that keeps me coming back. I'm excited to finally create new pieces push my limit to the edge, and also bond with the old and new marathoners☺ You may check out more of my writings on this page : https://www.facebook.com/LifeisForLivingPoetry
A new generation of summer’s heart,
Heat wave on skin,
Touch from within,
Not complaining though,
It is worth a thing.
Happy thoughts of promise
A never ending kisses
A young hearts small wish,
Good young, Forever bliss.
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Writer: M.E. Flores
Hour18, Text Prompt18
The tapping sound of unknown feet,
Gives me a heavy feeling.
I have the art of knowing,
That they’re not from here.
It gets louder and louder,
Weirder and weirder as it gets near.
The visions of their faces seen on the shadow,
They are the meaning of tomorrow.
A knock of three was heard so clear,
I know, They are here.
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Writer: M.E. Flores
Hour17, Image Prompt17
I fly high with the red sky,
Drag by the wind,
I’m an invincible find.
No one can see me from now on,
No on can hear a thing.
I fly high with the red sky,
Often times, I know why,
I’m an invincible find.
No one can Be bothered now,
I’m gone, somehow.
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Writer: M.E. Flores
Hour16, Image Prompt16
How does two soulmates meet?
Maybe not a typical meet and greet story.
Others tale might be good as mine,
Like once upon a time in a wishing well,
You just magically appear in front of me,
And saying all the good and right thing.
But it happens more like a mystery,
In a bad spot, at a wrong place,
Not even looking decent in my memory,
A terrible lovers start of taste.
I guess, we are the terrible match,
But a connection of the hearts.
Our bad stories were turn out good when put together,
I started to think that we are each others forever.
No! Not another fairytale love affair.
Just a simple care, and a love in the air.
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Writer: M.E. Flores
Hour15, Image Prompt15
A stories passed on overtime,
Mama found a good old dwarf.
His nose was point and sharp,
And he calls out mom by playing a harp.
It goes on and on until late teens,
Before the dwarf was forgotten.
His voice sings a visayan song,
That calms the lake and mystery.
He lives across the mango tree.
And often times his out and free.
He was never heard since,
One of her childhood memory.
Probably, he only connects to young hearts,
With magical thoughts,
My mom lost it all after teens.
And so her little friends was never seen.
So is she.
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Writer: M.E. Flores
Hour14, Text Prompt14
That turn out to be the good thing in the bad.
The situation’s a bit blurry,
We are both in a hurry,
At September misty morning,
You ain’t picking up at all.
I was left all alone.
No answers until October,
Just silence on entire November.
Sadness turns to madness back then I often question.
But seeing you now after a these months makes me understand the reason.
You turn out to be a totally different person,
So am I.
Way better than the one you met before.
And that turn out to be light in that situation.
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Writer: M.E. Flores
Hour13, Text Prompt13
A call from an old friend at Eight,
He said; wear a black and don’t be late.
I was there just before everyone arrived.
A rose on hand, as white as snow,
Then after a moment, I let it go
And gave it to you.
But how will a dead person appreciate the flowers?
They can no longer touch or smell.
How can they even tell?
Familiar voices cracks the silence,
Tom, Gary and Mary are all here,
What a perfect way to interfere.
A wine they offer,
A talk from the past,
What a blast that never last.
Four old folks in the wake,
For the first time, I am not late.
And for the first you’re here Kate.
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Writer: M.E. Flores
Hour12, Text Prompt12
You burst so hard when you saw me
Slipped,
Your reactions can even speak,
I made you the happiest that day.
You can’t even drop the case,
Covering your face can’t make it stop,
But you can’t, you can’t stop to burst,
My funny expressions still lingers on you,
And you can’t get it through…
What a fun day that was for you,
And I am happy that you are happy too.
Writer: M.E. Flores
Hour11, Text Prompt11
We’ve been through hurdles,
Drag apart by circumstances.
But if we are for each other,
We will be together.
Life has its way to joke us around,
Push us to the ground,
But what’s meant for you, is for you.
You will be found.
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Writer: M.E. Flores
Hour10, Image Prompt10
When I’m five or six we used to run and play,
Just running and running and some with mud clay.
Our “Nanay”(Mother) call us back to eat,
Our familiar food, Banana Cue in a Stick.
We laugh and talk and joke around,
Good old days, a familiar sound.
It taste so sweet like happy hour,
No bitterness or sour.
A happy childhood lullaby,
After finishing five Banana cue,
I guess, I don’t find much clues,
How happy I am with Banana cues.
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Writer: M.E. Flores
Hour09, Text Prompt09
“Banana Cue is a famous snack food in the philippines, it was fried Banana sweetened with sugar often times being served in a stick like Barbecue, and I attached pictures for visual.”