FALLS Clear waters fall From the deep blue ocean Turned down to stand Conveying love, peace and hope To couples around the globe (Tanka, 2015 @9:15 a.m.)
Category: Half Marathon Poem
You Give Me Sleepless Nights
I am drawn to your pure illumination Though darkness fills up the air My thoughts always bring me back to these nights Though I can’t close my eyes to be numb and just rest. My mind brings me to a black hole of oblivion The…
Morning Song
Why must our words rhyme all of the time It’s too early to rhyme all the time Sipping my coffee Putting away my wine Kicking my feet up because this is “ME” time. My eyes are sleepy but my body is awake right after this cup…
first poem (1st hour of half marathon)
First Poem What will this day bring? questions? ponderings? wonderings? all unknown here at this start
9 am Poem
The Peace of Nature I listen to the birds’ calls Telling them my worries Letting them carry them away I feel the grass beneath me Taking comfort as it tickles my feet I smell the flowers Letting sweet overtake the sour I see the sun…
Out of Control
You are here and there and everywhere A panic induced nightmare you crave Sweeping throughout your body like a wave Reality ripping and you tear A shedding of your skin and you feel bare Darkness suffocating you like a cave Aching, dying; a Love you…
Standing Stiff
In my dream a snake and a dog Me standing stiff as the dog dies The snake slithers into the shadows. Me standing stiff in my dream Wondering Wondering how I’d let something that dangerous into my life.
Poem#11 LIFE’S “ION”
Anticipation … assumption … premonition … Words that promise something … yet exhaustion; In all life’s “ion” … it goes back to a question. What is life all about? … Is there any OPTION? Anticipating the things that are yet to … but might not…
Intro Post
Warming up, but at 11:06pm, already fearing and actually knowing I will most likely be late to the starting party tomorrow. I will try to wake up at 6am! I’m looking forward to seeing how this all goes and what we all do, and also,…
poem #3 THE HUSTLER
—-THE HUSTLER—– Just when his ear Catches the waves of the cock crow He wakes up sparing his teeth He walks from afar on the street Just when he’s sacked from a wooden piece ”Eno be now oo” Is the term Sun shines,rain falls Yet…