The nervousness is understandable there’s so many of them on the Internet and in real life it bothers me too how they’re always happy and aren’t always the most intelligent but you have to think of the disciples and what they were before and what…
Category: Marathon Poem
The second last (Hour 23)
Everyone talks about the firsts or the lasts, the beginning or the ends, but what about just before it ends, when sun and moon appear together in the sky, Its not night yet, neither a full sunrise. Just before the exam bell rings you are…
Dancing trees, announcing breeze Animals with tongue, awaiting until post freeze Roaring commands, prophecies sung Of Kings and Queens of young A mane of winter and spring A victory of great shall bring Hide inside the wardrobe, wait the train to vanish Sink in the…
Purple Skies hour 23
Purple Skies phosphorescent paint streaks pulse for attention across the firmament solar winds stream across the sky away from the sun at one million miles per hour, a 40-hour trip to reach earth solar flares the clash of oxygen and nitrogen burst into colorifc waves…
23~21
running again so fast with my thoughts gogogogogogogogo i don’t want to catch up with myself sleeping pills drain me brain fogging black sweet darkness my heart finally stops running
(Hour 22) 19.30pm-20.30pm. BONUS: cheese
sour cheese “Poets have been mysteriously silent on the subject of cheese.” G.K. Chesterton Well might English writer, philosopher, critic & Father of Brown bemoan cheese’s woeful under-representation in the annals of poetics as he himself being a descendent of Clerihew Chesterton aka the 1st…
Hour 7: Fearless
Out you damn thing, out you fear! You are just a four-letter word And yet you take on gigantic proportions You spread your tentacles everytime I begin new Out you damn thing, out you fear! You make me lose even before I can try But…
Hour 23- A world that isn’t this one
The challenge is write of a world that isn’t this one. So that world would be fair, equal. It would be sensible. It wouldn’t be on fire. There would be no war. No child abuse. No broken hearts. The elderly would be respected. The young…
The Wood Worker
The Wood Worker Blue model car, wheels greased and sides shaved Triangle peg board, one peg missing so they can hop Napkin holder with flag on top, unpainted Rose, petals delicate and round, bright red Ball inside a square, holes in sides to see,…
Other worlds #2023poetrymarathon #prompthour23
The sun rises mainly to the north and sets again after 40 hours in the east. There are delicious little green berries that we pick with sticky fingers and cram into our mouths like there is no tomorrow. The moons are bloody orbs of delight,…