A woman’s womb is the source of all healing Not just for whom she creates but also for herself That’s why it’s so much going on in the world. Mother Earth is in need and a woman’s womb is the answer A source to heal…
Category: Marathon Poem
15 seconds of agony
It’s the moment you dread despite its short timespan. The moment you put everything on the line in an attempt to better yourself. Your body says red but your mind is telling you green. So you keep at it, finish the set and then rise…
burn out
this is my last shift I walk out of the hospital and stop outside of the revolving door I am jostled from side to side as nurses escape a swarm of blue and white their faces as weary and worn as mine this…
Poem 9
Dare you! Speak truth whole day, I dare you. Pray to god without any demand, I dare you. Think selflessly for others, I dare you. Share the real you, I dare you. Feel the darkness of a blind, I dare you. Listen all your bad…
Where have I been
So you want to know where I’ve been ? I been chasin. I been gamin. I been playin. I been waitin. I been here I been there I been absolutely nowhere… I been hi and lo lookin for someone. Been to hell and back Been…
Ode to Oscar
unnatural hue decadent odd indecent a green carnation
A Room of Her Own
A Room of Her Own The office was once called The Golfing Room Computer, desk, chair Golf pictures in every corner Titleist banner engulfed one wall Even the light switch adorned with a pewter golfer She painted on the kitchen table Toting her paints…
Family
For days I struggled to find the right words to say For days I tried my hardest to configure the perfect word play See for days I demanded my mind to find time to develop words that would bring us even closer together My family…
Hour 9 – Prompt 9 – Picture 1 – “Enjoy the present”
You’ve left me free in this picturesque scene Free to explore and go, wherever I wish Should I walk on the board walk, enjoy the creaks? Should I climb and balance to walk on the wooden fence? Should I walk on the moist, yellow grass,…
Planting the Flag #9
Planting the Flag I have no flag but yours to claim Our fathers and lovers fallen We weep and bury our sons Yet you hand us this flag Brother, what do you know of us We are different, not like you I…