The Poetry Marathon

HOUR THIRTEEN

POEM # 13

24 HOUR

POEM

MARATHON

WHICH ROAD DO I TAKE?

Two roads divided by one toll booth,

My feet no longer spray of my youth.

One road new modern shinny and bright,

The other old and worn filled with blight.

My eyes traveled down the road for miles,

Suddenly what I saw, brought wide smiles.

Far down one road, a little man with a goat,

He would tug and pull, in his firery red coat.

My decision made to view this tug of war,

All because of what this little man wore.

The other road in my travels will have to wait,

If I travel this way again, I will open it’s gate.

Written by Carl Mann

The kurlman

6-13-2015

HOUR TWELVE

POEM # 12

24 HOUR

POEM

MARATHON

A FRIEND NAMED PETE

Pete a four leg friend is neat,

He will do anything for a treat.

Pete knows how to make his bed,

Or rollover, then stand on his head.

He will run forever to chase a ball,

Whenever you whistle or just call.

Pete loves to march and prance.

He evens knows how to dance.

Pete’s favorite game is hide and seek,

He always wins, one eye open to peek.

Pete knows all his toys by name,

He loves to play that game.

After Pete plays, he sleeps a lot,

He curls up on a rug never a cot.

Pete older and needs more rest,

Pete will always be the best.

Written by Carl Mann

The kurlman

6-13-2015

HOUR ELEVEN

POEM # 11

24 HOUR

POEM

MARATHON

NO WORDS TODAY

Where are my words today?

Strange I have nothing to say.

My mind a blur and a blank,

No reason to stop at the bank.

I’m silent and unable to speak,

Sit in my chair hear it squeak.

Is this the end of my rhyme?

Words finally run out of thyme!

Have my words decided to rest?

Were they 100% my very best?

Words flowed when I rambled,

Now jumbled and scrambled.

Do I pay for even one thought?

For words bargained or bought?

Anyone got one gigantic hint?

Has my words run out of print?

Could this be the absolute end?

No words left to give or send

Please show me what to do.

Write words for me and you.

Written by Carl Mann

The kurlman

6-13-2015

HOUR TEN

POEM # 10

24 HOUR

POEM

MARATHON

BE KIND AND LOVE

Four winds laying calm in the sky,

Marshmallow like clouds drift by.

Don’t anger the wind of the south,

It will muzzle, repress your mouth.

Watch the stormy wind of the west,

Wound your heart within your breast.

The twisted hurricane wind of the east,

Will demolish, destroy, ruin as a beast.

Only the gentle wind out of the north,

Can remain calm and thrust him forth.

Kind and love the four winds that be,

For they may turn and be cruel to thee.

Written by Carl Mann

The kurlman

6-13-2015

HOUR NINE

POEM # 9

24 HOUR

POEM

MARATHON

TWO JIVE TURKEYS

Two jive turkeys,

Herky and Jerky.

Wanted some smack,

They had the jack!

No smack lit up a weed,

You need some feed.

Man you are square,

I am, at least I care.

Smack makes us high,

Get some, watch us fly!

Soon were out of sight,

Later got into a fight.

Now sitting in jail,

Bed, blanket and pail!

Still no smack or weed,

They have some feed!

Written by Carl Mann

The kurlman

6-13-2015

HOUR EIGHT

POEM # 8

24 HOUR

POEM

MARATHON

LIFE

Earth motionless in place,

Traveling quietly in space.

Through the corridor of stars,

Find no doors, gates or bars.

The Sun controls the light,

The Moon reflects the night.

The ocean tides move in, out.

Winds whirling sound shout.

Seasons growth divided by four.

Life on this Earth rich not poor.

Written by Carl Mann

The kurlman

6-13-2015

HOUR SEVEN

POEM # 7

24 HOUR

POEM

MARATHON

BILLY AND BOBBY

Billy and Bobby could be twins,

Listen as their story begins.

Billy is hard to see, being a flea,

Bobby is easy to see, being a bee.

Billy rides on Bobby’s back,

Once they flew to Hackensack.

These two are really quite a pair,

Flying in and out the screen’s tear.

Bobby buzzed and flew around,

Everyone ran hearing his sound.

Laughing watching people scatter,

Winking, as they cause such clatter.

Bobby said lets go sniff a flower,

I will be strong they give me power.

Sun going down, day almost over,

They flew in and out of the clover,

As day turned from light to night,

Both were ready for the next flight.

Written by Carl Mann

The kurlman

6-13-2015

HOUR SIX

POEM # 6

24 HOUR

POEM

MARATHON

OH JESUS HEAR OUR PRAYERS

Monday’s here Call to Jesus

Oh Jesus hear our prayers

Oh Jesus hear our prayers

Call to Jesus Call to Jesus

Tuesday’s here Forgive us Jesus

Oh Jesus hear our prayers

Oh Jesus hear our prayers

Forgive us Jesus Forgive us Jesus

Wednesday’s here Go to Jesus

Oh Jesus hear our prayers

Oh Jesus hear our prayers

Go to Jesus Go to Jesus

Thursday’s here Hear our prayers

Oh Jesus hear our prayers

Oh Jesus hear our prayers

Hear our prayers Hear our prayers

Friday’s here Pray to Jesus

Oh Jesus hear our prayers

Oh Jesus hear our prayers

Pray to Jesus Pray to Jesus

Saturday’s here Run to Jesus

Oh Jesus hear our prayers

Oh Jesus hear our prayers

Run to Jesus Run to Jesus

Sunday’s here Sunday’s here

Oh Jesus hear our prayers

Oh Jesus hear our prayers

Call to Jesus Call to Jesus

Forgive us Jesus Forgive us Jesus

Go to Jesus Go to Jesus

Pray to Jesus Pray to Jesus

Run to Jesus Run to Jesus

Hear our prayers Hear our prayers

Oh Jesus hear our prayers

Oh Jesus hear our prayers

Hear our prayers Hear our prayers

Written by Carl Mann

The kurlman

6-13-2015

HOUR FIVE

POEM # 5

24 HOUR

POEM

MARATHON

FREAK OF NATURE

Am I am don’t you see

I only have one leg instead of three,

My leg made from the fine birch tree.

Am I am don’t you see

Pretty face with two noses instead of four,

Is two enough or do I need more?

Am I am don’t you see

Boxer with three arms instead of five,

One punch opponents take a dive.

Am I am don’t you see

Feet with four big toes instead of six,

Pair of shoes out of a box of KIX.

Am I am don’t you see

Five big eyes instead of seven,

Waiting for my Lord, take me to Heaven.

Am I am don’t you see

Written by Carl Mann

The kurlman

6-13-2015

HOUR FOUR

POEM # 4

24 HOUR

POEM

MARATHON

SOMETIMES

Sometimes!

Sometimes I don’t know the day,

Will my body give permission to stay.

Sometimes I’m not sure how to think,

My body cries for one more drink.

Sometimes out the window I look,

I try to sit in a chair and read a book.

Sometimes I wake up and salute the moon,

My head feels heavy, larger than a balloon.

Sometimes I hear people call me a drunk,

I have a date to be placed in Earth’s trunk.

Sometimes I ask who I am, I know not me,

I look in the mirror, a shadow do I see.

Sometimes I’m not the person you knew,

Always be my friend and bring the brew.

Sometimes when the parties over I’m awake,

I promise no more drinks will I ever take!

Sometimes!

Written by Carl Mann

The kurlman

6-13-2015