Snoring loud mouth of crumbly words, In a strange and twisted grammar and jagged phrases of Slime letters, weaved with saliva and drooling in a gelatinous stanza. Poets tossed and turned a Haiku into Tanka, in deep slumbered, Drowned in a free flowing Sonata. In…

A people person, funny and outgoing, that’s me. Full of life and ambitious, I enjoyed life to the fullest and love to party. Yes, a social butterfly but, I begun to suffer social anxiety and all. It bacame worst, I wasn’t my best self, Neither…

The moon looks tragic tonight By the lake a couple Critical errors are being made Landing vicious blows to the ego Great techniques Beautiful combination of misunderstanding and guts But who has the glory? When no one agrees to a truce Spare no feelings Continue…

I am tired but I am here I just want to be more than here I want to be present Fully alive Available Myself I want to be captured by beauty And be ok in my own skin To stop overthinking And really live Maybe…

I close my eyes and drift to a place Where I am always happy and at peace Where I am organized and productive Where my life is shining and clean Where my book is a best seller And I travel the world with my babies…

Behind the jeep we stood the moon is out tonight, it shines down on the lake; the stars surround so bright. Will you spare a kiss? I know that you won’t miss, perhaps we need to move don’t leave me here to wish.   Now…

Last night the moon like god’s own streetlamp lit up the sky. Only a lake could serve as mirror to reflect it’s boundless glory. A canopy of stars above my naked eyes.

Silence of Mind Done. Shut down. The shutters closed tight. Not a thought or a shimmer of contemplative light. The dark overwhelming, not a sound or a peep. My mind is turned off, now let me sleep.   Good night, Poetry Marathon 2016! Thank you.

ONOMATOPOEIA The zooming cars deafen the quiet silence with their beeping horns. The grinding metal crashing against the pavement spoofs the crowing crows and buzzing bees that seek refuge in the wailing weeping willows. The chirping sparrows and hovering hummingbirds zap away and meet with…

For my last official poem of the day, I followed the prompt. Don’t panic You may feel that there’s not a minute to spare but the moon is not bound by your constraints If you cannot hear her whispers at midnight do not be alarmed…