The Poetry Marathon

HOUR THREE

POEM # 3

24 HOUR

POEM

MARATHON

THE SANDWICH KING

A man named Bing,

Is the sandwich king.

When Bing was a boy,

Sandwiches were his joy.

Peanut butter and jelly,

They would fill his belly.

Bing stopped for lunch,

Sandwiches by the bunch.

Bing could’t wait for dinner,

Hamburgers were a winner.

Bing loved to ride his bike,

Or a ten thousand foot hike.

He would always say please,

Give me a ham and cheese.

Looking at a restaurant menu,

Was Bing’s favorite venu.

Many sandwiches to choose,

Bing knew he couldn’t lose.

Bing loved to try them all,

He grew round instead of tall.

Let’s name a sandwich Bing,

BING is the sandwich king!

Written by Carl Mann

The kurlman

6-13-2015

HOUR TWO

POEM # 2

24 HOUR

POEM

MARATHON

RE-GIFTING

Last Christmas my Aunt Mabel,

Gave me a three legged table.

I looked with great surprise,

She said “It was quite a prize”.

And a highly collected piece,

Why not give it to your niece?

I quickly packed it in a box,

Thinkly I was sly as a fox.

This table has been all around,

Where will it next be found?

I may give it to my brother Bill,

No, its going to my sister Jill.

Last I saw the table was E- Bay!

Tha auctioneer had a lot to say!

My sister has money to re-tire,

While I just sit and perspire.

All because my Aunt Mabel,

Gave me a three legged table!

Written by Carl Mann

The kurlman

6-13-2015

HOUR ONE

POEM # 1

24 HOUR

POEM

MARATHON

A DAY IS A DAY

A day is a day, until it’s a week,

Some days short, some days meek.

Some days long, some days strong,

Do you think either is right or wrong?

Written by Carl Mann

The kurlman

6-13-2015

POEM #303

MY LAST DAYS

In a nursing home today,

Will I leave or will I stay?

Life or death, how do I choose?

If it’s death what do I lose?

Living life what is the price?

Do I pay or roll the dice?

Why is my mind becoming clay?

Weren’t we just children at play?

Is there no one to love or care?

Am I destined to sit and stare?

Why did my home become so cold?

Maybe we both were growing old!

Family and friends, where did they go?

Strangers glance my spirit sinks low!

Day after day, night after night,

My strength is gone, I’ve lost the fight!

Memories are fading fast,

Please leave me one that will last.

I would like too walk in the park,

Once before my room becomes dark!

In a nursing home today,

Will I leave or will I stay?

Written by Carl Mann

The kurlman

12-23-14

Pleasant Hill, Ohio

POEM # 368

NO MORE SHOOTERS

Stopped in the bar just to think,

Everyone there buys me a drink.

How many shooters have I had?

Usually quiet now happy and glad,

Should I have ordered my lunch?

As shooters continue in a bunch.

The day has become just a blur,

As words I speak begin to slur.

The more I drink, I try to act cool,

Challenging all to a game of drool.

Stick in hand my shot rips the felt,

Laughter the sound, I begin to melt.

Another round of shooters too all,

Eyes so bleary, I wait for last call.

When did I walk through the door?

One more shooter will be the floor.

Bartender help me, please call a cab,

Everyone a last shooter on my tab.

Home at last, to the whirl of the bed,

No more shooters, today I will be wed.

Written by Carl Mann

The kurlman

5-11-2015

A very special THANK YOU for CAITLIN and JACOB JANS! Excitement is in the air. Writers from around the world, and at least one from a very small town in the middle of the state of Ohio! My name is Carl Mann everyone calls me The kurlman. I am a rank amateur, have no books nothing published. My biggest claim to fame finishing 12th out of 3556 entries in a poetry contest held by RHYME ZONE, this past year. I am 78 years of age, did not begin to write until early seventies. my serious writing started just two years ago, same time I got my first computer. A late bloomer, maybe but yes I do like to write. I belong to a writing group, they have helped me tremendously. They say I write folk art poems. I do write end line rhyme. Hopefully I will be standing at the end of 24 hours with 24 new poems, for my group to critique.Thanks for listening.

The kurlman

PS. if there’s anyone else in my age group let me here from you!

Your instructions are hard to understand! WHY? Didn’t I already post? I don’t want to spend all of my time trying to figure it out! How do I post my poems? Thanks The kurlman