‘ere’s my effing pome about love and all o’ that I wish I ‘ad an effing beer and a bloody awful ‘at so I could ‘ide behind my world and dream about the time when I was effing single and I didn’t ‘ave to rhyme. But yeah,…
Category: Marathon Poem
Twenty second poem
To my future babies. I can’t believe how lucky you are. I learned the hard way what love should be, I’ve faltered and fallen, I’m covered in flaws, But she fills in the pieces, As I fill in hers. We’re partners in love And we’ve…
childhood remembrance
if he never came back there would be hundreds of sad little boys and girls crying out for waffle cones stamping their feet in the street for gooey caramel swirl there would be some kind of uprise in the making and tears overflowing for vanilla…
Autobiography Of A Face.
I see that my face confuses you I have politely said ‘no’ to all your insistent, ignorant guesses Yet you press me further I am not from whichever exotic land you think I am from I will not change my answer to make you comfortable…
Your Earthly Spends
I could have lost you so very many times. That long, dark corridor claimed your strength and salience; those vicious creatures seeped into your aching spaces. You did your best to empty your soul of them – when that didn’t work you emptied your veins….
u and I evol love
I and U e v o l l o v e e v o l v e i l consuming ever burning inflaming surging body and soul surging…
Born
Surrounded by worried, exhausted love, she comes in the world. She’s calm and wide-eyed. I love her realness. She looks at me expectantly, trustingly. I want to hold her close. Already I feel the loss. We are now separate, no longer dependent on us. It…
Hour 22: Rise
Rise Like a wave Rise Like a bird Rise Like the sun Rise Rise Like mercury Rise Like yeast Rise Like the tide Rise Rise Above it Rise And shine Rise To the occasion Rise
(Hour 21) 6.30-7.30pm — #30 “Dirty Gertie”
Incomplete, more drafting necessary; but no time available. A shower & clean teeth helped, but already the steam is fading. #30 appropriation 16 feet of very nude female bronze ; on her toeballs ; arching on her own ball of earth sword aloft ; a…
TRIBUTE TO AMERICA
HOUR TWENTY TWO POEM # 22 24HOUR POEM MARATHON TRIBUTE TO AMERICA Let all American’s shout, We are strong we have clout. We will shed no tear, Our nation has no fear. Armies a real fighting force, Ours boys stay the course. They will protect…