Jagged beauties! The art of earth and stars made real! Molten crust breathed into sandy caves cools with infinite adagio. Slow and silent. Motionless, if you please, deep beneath the roots of fungi, trees, and dinosaurs, molecules align like soldiers on a quest for perfection….
Category: Marathon Poem
Its not about them Its about you Do you love what you are doing ? Do you enjoy what you are doing? Do you care about what you are doing ? Do you enjoy about who you have became ? Do you nourish your body…
Protected: Delicacy
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June 24, 2022–Hour 14
Sharia law rules America Our shameless reel us backwards Clean the slate please
Ardeat (Hour 15)
Fuelled, Bodies supplied, Hade’s flame salutes, Rising applause of deaths tithe, Burning. Bodies, Consumed flesh Fodder for our blaze, Feeding the ravenous inferno, Consumed. Silent, My offering, Departed from this world, Conflagrations feast gratefully given Devoured.
Hour #14 (Random Prompt taken from hour 2, 2022)
Inspired by leonard cohen – https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=FqVvNpcX5HQ Burning Desire. Random Prompt Hour #14 You look my way my hair stands all over, smiling in my direction with your playful gaze strips me naked off my yearning. Baby I pine for you. Oh, we’re…
Hour #14–Haiku
Delicious chocolate Thick, rich, vanilla icing Sweet celebrations
Melancholy
Sometimes I go sunny yellow Taxi cab yellow Hey, you Talkin to me? Yellow On my nails. Click click click I rarely feel sunny. I’m more a mauve half dried Half rotting petal On the rose kind of girl. Or blue dripping into black Dragging…
Opposites Attract – Hour Fourteen
You’re the butter to my jelly The ice cream to my cone The waffle to my syrup The lemon to my scone You’re the creamer to my coffee The ketchup to my fry The sausage to my pizza The corned beef to my rye You’re…
Prompt 14: Tale of Twelve Elve
Twelve elves, you know the story is true. Twelve elves, and this is what they do— One only watches for spelling botches, Two takes tense and makes it make sense. Three is malaprops, where the right word is dropped— And another slips in, but…