The ladder with 24 steps, he tried to do his best, working hard so he can rest, you won’t believe what’s next. He made it to the top, a 300 inch drop, intense heat made him stop, and so he fell off. What goes up…
Category: Marathon Poem
Rachnoc lives Hour 8
Cave lakes floatation, Eight legg-ed fixation, in death, Night skies deliver.
High by the beach
There she was lying on the shore washed up with the rest of the tide & all I could do was pound on the glass, trying to save her from the tsunami beating her down waiting to pounce & take her away.
Hour 8: Corruption tearing our land apart
Mothers of African kids have learnt to cook empty pot as lullaby to pet their hungry wards to bed, they’ve done it, not once, not twice it has become an addiction. Fathers of African kids have rolled their father’s name into their pant pockets hunger…
Hour 8 image prompt- Camping
The sky is dark Just like my heart When trapped within the city So sometimes we seek refuge Far from home Some by choice but it can be seen That not all are so lucky Unhoused this is their day to day So we take…
Young & beautiful
Those were different days when all we ever wanted was to feel wanted. & somehow we were, even if we couldn’t see it. I still remember when it all came crashing down. It was the most painful thing but soon the hands began moving….
Funeral singers #8
Funeral singers keen In charity’s last pact So your soul won’t Slip silent into the night Alone in your last act The window is left open Lace curtains twitch In warm summer’s breeze To let you fly away from me And soar into the stars…
Sometimes
Sometimes I worry too much. Sometimes I forget to sing and dance. Sometimes the weight of everything is too much. But I have heard a word that gives me hope. Joy and laughter are a result of obedience to God’s word. I would rather have joy…
The Ruse
A spearmint wind speaks my name to darkness, “Let us make her think he wants her, desperately!” “Lamb impaled upon lettuce?” “Let us traaaaace it all back,” eyes drool oily spice as lust inverts its greed, hot to the mind of myth. “So foolish be…
Over the edge (6 hour)
Peeped over the edge ants streamed along the streets like giant robots Smoke covered the surface like a huge blanket Dots festooned with light shined like shooting stars Heads dashing in and out of the dots like monkeys Neck craned; I pulled back Too…