he beat the child thinking that tomorrow it would return to its old self, brand-new, a shiny scratch-free Teflon pan ready for the fire; that the child’s smile would reappear like the daily sunrise, or a tape rewound constantly, gurgling out goose after Mother…
Category: Marathon Poem
Aurora
Slow dying sorrow slips over me, slow as sun in evening… slightly lowers my listless stare. Capturing my heavy eyes, heaving as I kneel, on that frozen lake by a frozen town where the dust drifts, deterring a detached zodiac. Wandering stars can only dream…
Ride On
Good morning, my master; I am your new servant. Be honest, how much land did I conquer in life? Treasure island must be on the distant oceans Soft moonlight shines as we ride towards Babylon After hours, master, you must live on for me.
Good morning, Writers!
With a smile, I greet them every day Whether I’m happy or sad Or grieving or mad. With a smile, I want them to feel safe And warm and loved. With a smile, I teach them to touch the soft moonlight with their…
Shiny Tasty Tickle Bits
Thousands upon thousands of you Swimming silver tornados around me I can’t count you but I can eat you I’m just a big dumb beast to you Slow and slumbering, floating by There for you to taunt and tease and poke and play. I’m bored…
Morning Salutations
a good morning starts off with a bang no, not a gunshot but your legs might end up over your head bang cross a few hills, play around in a valley, searching for treasure island be honest, wouldn’t you like a nice bang followed by…
Hour Two
Rolling over in the early day And there you are You look so young In this good morning hour Takes me back to our first meeting So young and naive To be honest I never thought we’d make it to today Yet here we are…
#2 – Time Travel
A thought. A memory. A good morning, as if there was such a thing. A cup of coffee. A necessity. Be honest, darling, we are addicts. Increasing speed of life, and time, it has a mind of its own. It stands so still in daylight,…
Second poem
The park is quietest after hours. Trespassing thrill, not for cowards. Soft moonlight upon the pass. We find our place within the grass. Forever there, through the night. Good morning comes at dawn’s light.
Love will shine again
When darkness came over my heart. For the love we had . Our friendship grew into a love. that was so warm and gentle. With laughter and smiles When you touch my hand my heart melted. With the most beautiful love. We shared our lives…