The Poetry Marathon

whisper my name
whisper my bane
whisper my lane
whisper my heart
whisper my craze
whisper my crave
whisper my take
whisper my idol
whisper my cake

Fresh greens
Sprouting so tenderly
Inching their way from underneath the ground
Oppositions of earth and grime
Stand not in their way
For the greens must out, come
To beautify and nourish
To make healthy
To give life

Iginla the great King

He was fearless and brave
know throughout the seven kingdoms
for his prowess and skill
he was never afraid to fight on the battle field
to protect the territorial integrity of his kingdom
Wise and knowledgeable
he was sought for miles
but, the great Iginla trusted too much
he trusted his second in command
a man who had proven himself faithful, time and time again
unfortunately,
you cannot tell the mind’s construction from the face
For his second in command began to nurse ambitious ideas of his own
he thought he could make a better king
and so, treacherous thoughts flooded his heart and mind
Until he made a pact with the enemies of the kingdom
and
after the order of Julius Caeser
Who was slain by Brutus his protege and others.
king Iginla was slain
One cold rainy night on his bed.
And his second in command, Ifira, the betrayer, reigned in his stead

To love a Cactus
Prickly is this love
Irritable is this love
Painful is this love
Most difficult is this love
The art of loving Cactus

Sneak-a-peek

The sun shows its face in hide and seek
Briefly, very briefly it shows its face
The laundry spread out to dry, groan on the lines as they cannot dry
The grasses sprinkled with dew long for the heat only the sun can bring
Sneak-a-peek

Flowing gently like a stream
Flowing gently like a dream
Flowing gently like a wind
Flowing gently like a film
Flowing gently like a feather
Flowing gently like a cream

Don’t let them see you coming
Make sure to appear suddenly like a mist arising from dawn
Don’t let them see you coming
Lest the naysayers who are always adept at saying no, say the usual, nay
Don’t let them see you coming
Be a lil’ crazy, do the very unusual
Be here and there but never still
Don’t let them see you coming
Land with the suddenness of a tornado with all its effects
Set those bottled up thoughts, free
Don’t let them see you coming, homegirl

Morning Rose

Be my morning rose
Be the beauty I behold
First thing in the morning
Grace my life with your presence
Be my morning rose

Her gaze is haughty
Her eyes coldly searching
Her bearing, indifferent
Scrutinizing and dismissing
A slight sneer on her lips
The smiles that never quite get to her eyes
Completes her coldly over bearing mien
Without much ado
It is obvious
She doesn’t give second chances
You mess up, you’re discarded, instantly