The Poetry Marathon

I am like this lemur

A red furred black faced beast

Who’s sensitive to issues

And prefers to feel peace

I hate to be a bother

I lurk with golden eyes

And if you try to trap me

I’m not an ideal prize

I belong in the wild

I need to be free

And I hold my body close

When I’m laying asleep.

Write a poem about a routine or ritual that is part of your life. It can be something like making coffee every morning, or something like attending religious services once a week.

Pet the cat at bedtime

No matter when it be

Lay flat upon the mattress

With upward faced belly

Call your family on the phone

And feel your stress climb

And the he will start purring

Affectionate and divine

Give him lots of love now

Scritchies and the snuggles

Ear crunches gently smoosh his brain

And let you give him huggles

And when you’re done drift off

To a deep deep sleep

As he purrs you into bliss now

Your dreams are his to keep

I forgot to summon

Words for sweet pink demons

Who light on feathered wings

And stare with devil’s mischief

Shrimp demons of swamp and sand

Flamingo queen of evil

Bright pink and brilliant eyes

Colored like a flower

In devious disguise

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Soon my favorite season

Sweet summer child

Transitions within to fall

The leaves a copper red

But my home trees are pines

Not seasonal sycamore

And my leaves are spines

Shed on an ivy floor

Perennial is beautiful

Deciduous is sweet

But I like to see a change

Of color to say the least

Let me see the gold

Of a healthy field of wheat

Made of glass and metal

Hazard in every tube

Wood and fabric monsters

M&Ms and juice

Eaten by the fistful

Empty trash remain

A wild dino dinner

Plated on a plane

Plateau of terracotta

Cubonic and yet flat

And past trees pressed carefully

In page in high demand

Recently a bird call

Alerted all the cats

That crows were flying swiftly

To hit down on our town

Calling out their flight signs

Clearing out a paths

And now they lurk all over

Calling out the time

Caw caw caw caw

Creating quite a din

Once in my apartment

A dish flipped by itself

And the plates shifted

In a way that defied aerodynamics

And no one had just touched it

Or done a loud stomp

The house had not shaken

But still the dish did drop

And move away most weirdly

It also killed the hyacinth glass

Knocking it right down

Knowing that no one

Was home right now

I always wonder whether

What I see is real

A series of colors

And worlds and flowers

Just glass and light

Sights a mood just right

That life must surely live

In a moment so bright

And then just as quickly

It

Crushes

Smashes

Ends

Transforming into new life

With every lively burst

What if that’s where we are

Colored all so bright

A moment in an astral eye

A kaleidoscope of light

Sometimes I wonder

How the duck

They get graffiti on the overpass

I’m not drunk, but the room is spinning

I’m not drunk, I just think you’re pretty

I’m not drunk, I just need some sleep

I’m not drunk, but let me just tell you you look great

I’m not drunk, I just want to kiss you

I’m not drunk, let’s just dance a little

I’m not drunk, but we should make out