The Poetry Marathon

As I sit down to write this poem for you

It is filled with mostly lies along with half truths

It just wouldn’t be exciting

if on my life I was writing

Because in my life the truth is I seldom do

So I write of all the adventures that I’ve had

From far off trips on rocket ships

To the places that I land

Laying it all out line by line

In exciting verse with enticing rhyme

This poem mixed with mostly lies and half truths

That I sat down and just wrote out for you

You feel the push

You feel the pull

Some hold on tight

While you let it go

They sometimes break

You sometimes times bend

You’re out of shape

The shape you’re in

You show up early

They show up late

Some hold steady

While others sway

They’re giving in

You’re giving out

Your share of this

You have your doubts

While some are lost

You make your way

To find yourself

Another day

You’re the one who parts the waters

Lights up the darkened sky

My God above all others

No need to question why

You love the mild and meek

You see through the heart of man

My recesses dark and deep

You are the Great I Am

You move the mighty mountains

Faith of a mustard seed

You are the living fountain

And you’re in love with me

You are the roaring lion

You are the gentle lamb

From you there is no hiding

You are the Great I Am

You are the reason given

The very breath of life

Glory in the seasons

The closest friend of mine

You know the number of my days

As my life is sifting sand

Count me important in my ways

You are the Great I Am

Pardon me miss

But have you seen a kiss

It was here a minute ago

I ask if you could

Give it back if you would

As it was just a loan

If you find the kiss

It belongs on my lips

That’s where all good kisses go

I won’t hold it against you

But my lips they want to

As if you didn’t know

She squeezes me like a lemon

In her hurry and her haste

Which only makes me sour

In the heat of summer days

If she would only add the sugar

Teaspoon at a time to taste

Then pour me into a glass unused

And send me on my way

There must be something missing

But I’m too afraid to ask

It was right here between my ears

Last time that I checked

I know it served a purpose

If not to help me blink

When was it that I last used it

I’m trying hard to think

If I don’t find it soon enough

This noodle to my noggin

I just might run into

A bit of a problem

If everything ran

According to plan

How dull would life be

Without its demands

Without a piece of the pie

Missing a slice

There’d never be wonder

Or questioning why

While this statement to you

May sound less than true

What good is life

If you’ve nothing to lose

If it always felt right

With never a bite

Then no remedies

Would you need to find

We all wish for the day

Free of all pain

But you know what they say

About  no pain no gain

What can you do

But to accept this as true

What good is life

If you’ve nothing to lose

Do you take take time out to listen

Or lend a helping hand

Do you see what others are missing

And try to give to them

Do you only give the basics

Or go much deeper than that

Do you spend time well, not wasting

Giving  till there’s nothing left

Do you try and solve the problems

Give a good listening ear

Is your shoulder easy to cry on

Are you comfort between doubt and fear

Do you try and do what’s right

In all that’s done and said

Guess what I’m asking at this time

Is do you do your best

Life keeps playing me

Like a band from the 70’s

Sometimes reckless and loose

Other times soft and sweet

With a rhythm all its own

Beaten daily like a bongo drum

When it comes to decibels

It’s having too much fun

With the picking of the lead guitar

Which won’t stop screaming till it’s found its mark

I’m feeling not so much a fan

But more of a fallen star

Guess with what is left I’ll just join the band

Before the band gets the upper hand

Then eventually

I’ll come to understand

Why life keeps on playing me

Like a band from the 70’s

Sometimes reckless and loose

But also soft and sweet

When I’m not reflected in mirrored glass

To myself I have to ask

Do I think it’s right

Perhaps I should be a bit concerned

The moment that my back is turned

I forget what I look like

Is my nose thin or is it pug

Are my eyebrows thick enough

To raise them high

Do I have have a widened smile

Are the wrinkles on my forehead filled with doubt

Am I an ugly guy

Is there a mustache on my upper lip

To explain away this lisp

That’s so hard to hide

Are my cheeks rosey red

Matching the color on my head

Both the left and right

When I’m not reflected in mirrored glass

To myself I have to ask

Excatly what it is I look like