End is near, I hope
without a rope, I say nope
blank mind, sleep, elope.
– Sandra Johnson, 9-3-2023
Sandra Johnson
sandraj631968
I’m Sandi- An artist all my life, I began writing poetry in high school but not seriously. In 2001 I took a poetry class, and that’s what lit the fire for me. Ever since, I’ve been writing when the fire burns hot and wild. I graduated from the Art Institute of Philadelphia in 1988 and then pursued writing and poetry in the new millennium. This will be my fifth year in the marathon.
A World Unlike Ours – Hour 23, Prompt 23
A world unlike this one
would be so much fun
i‘d name it Your Choice
and we’d all have a voice.
Money, no problem
rich or poor, all pocket none
instead of currency, we
will deem everything free.
No hunger, or thirst
food provided, no hurts
massive gardens, everywhere
and everyone shares.
Crime, bullies, none here
kindness, tolerance aware
we all smile and care
hugs always be there.
Politics, they’ll be none
no parties, but one
to be peaceful and kind
clean the air and the mind.
So soon, we will run
the next galaxy, we come
blasts a rocket of fun
to a world unlike this one.
– Sandra Johnson, 9-3-2023
Pizza Musings – Hour 22, Prompt 22
Lately, I feel
all the fighting, unreal
my toppings should not
cause friendships to stop.
There’s pineapple, whew
causes quite a to-do
arguments ensue
with spam, they say eww!
But pizza’s like people
no two the same, or equal
toppings they vary
with four cheeses, or nary.
.
Some people are hot
peppers sprinkle a lot
and pepperoni, to boot
keeps a dude at salute.
Some, they are tougher
cheesier, meatier
thick crust they do have
like people who’re bad.
Sweet ones, they have many
tart apples and berries
with Gouda or cheddar
these girls make it better.
In the end, they all rock
like different socks
whatever may thee choose
just do pizza for you.
– Sandra Johnson, 9-3-2023
Running (double nonet) – Hour 21, Prompt 21
Running, words jammed together in here
mind is jumbled, not very clear
four more poems, tangling hair
nouns thrown through morning air
fresh picked verbs, bulbs rare
one more poem done
bedtime, I
now need
run
except …
running will
never be done
three more times, more words
a million more puns, ones
my mind is afraid to wake
possible great mistake I make
in the end, I’m still writing, running.
– Sandra Johnson, 9-3-2023
Yoga break – Hour 20, Prompt 20
Yoga, meditation, too
my body needs you
hands touch the floor
stretch my brain into four
so it can think more
hour twenty is here
this ritual I hold dear
I stretch my hands high
for a metaphor of sky
then jump up three times
to catch some more rhymes
four more squats
turn my words hot
down dog pose I do
thus onomatopoeia, too
when poem is through
a tree pose is due
then bed, I heart you.
– Sandra Johnson, 9-3-2023
Ratatouille (a nonet) – Hour 16, prompt 16
Sliced tomatoes, zucchini, squash, we
in circles, patterns numbered three
red, yellow, green, bake and boil
drizzled with olive oil
olive, garlic, see
finish thee
a treat
Oui!
– Sandra Johnson, 9-3-2023
Poetry room – Hour 19, Prompt 19
The room is a blur
my thoughts are a-stir
the lizards are monsters
their cages mid-whir.
Coffee, poetry mix
doing lots of cool tricks
words jumping off pages
into canine cages.
The dogs are loose, too
this place is a zoo
my dwarf frogs grow big
like fat little pigs.
My green shamrock tree
stuck in March will it be
till December, you see
I missed holidays three.
My coffee is gone
poems, now strong
not inarticulately
pets now asleep
I write just for me.
– Sandra Johnson, 9-3-2023
Baby talk – Hour 15, Prompt 15
She’s singing again
why can’t she understand me?
I know the others need her, three
but more so do I
so I get louder, why?
But need is in order
please pick me up
I’m more important
ah, I like that song
calm down, not for long
and that elephant sound
my screams, they will drown
goodie, my turn
a bottle, I earn
and her smiling face
my yells are erased
a cuddle or two
a whispered coo
rocking, swaying
I forget why
I cried.
– Sandra Johnson, 9-3-2023
Haunted Home (back and forth nonets) – Hour 18, Prompt 18
Home
haunted
a whisper
wafts against skin
tendrils of white, within
a scent mirrors death, old
shivering begins in mold
a flash, something dark lay beyond
something brittle and twisted, lurks on
deeper, a feeling of fear hangs
alone, the heart triple bangs
dread, it’s covered in red
mouth gapes, eyes awake
a last mistake
your soul, will
haunt this
space.
– Sandra Johnson, 9-3-2023
Kaleidoscope World (acrostic) – Hour 17, Prompt 17
Kaleidoscope shines
A world rainbow bright
Lovely, happy light
Evening’s a sight
In sunset, refracted
Diamonds bow in reverence, impacted
Over its fractal beauty
Shining o’er hill, faceted lakes
Covered in color, no shadows we make
Our skies, all aglitter
People, all blinged
Earth a prism, reimagined.
– Sandra Johnson, 9-3-2023