You went a different way & made it clear: either get on board or get lost. Now I conduct the train from the bowels of obscurity. How could anyone ask for more? It’s the least you deserve because at the end of the day, trying…
Category: Marathon Poem
Hour 11 – Live, Laugh, Love
Some people are like snakes, a joke comes with a hiss While other bray like donkeys, muleish tones oft remiss You however intrigue me, your voice sparkles like champagne Effervescent and evanescent, transparent and bubbly Where are the songbirds summoned by your reaction? The princess…
A Goat Named Billy (Hour 10)
Granny had a smart goat that heard you when you called and answered his name with a bleat. We called him Billy, not because he was a billy goat but because he had a beard like dad’s runaway half-brother Billy. This other Billy, Billy the…
11th hour – Halos of peace (Text prompt)
Familiar combustion of excitement tickles innate chords of expression playfully careening outward into the earth from playful souls merrying mischievously as their bubbly disposition glowers with golden kindness halos of peace simple expulsion tender tender bliss
Hour #11
Twilight mist guides the way On an early moonlit eve in May I wander along the stream Each step feels like a dream
Poem 11
[ ] he’s already a widowman before even having his first wedding and she is always a true bride groomed by self-preservation two beautiful perpetual minds vow under sorrow and felicity they could write books of any sorts but…
Samson and the Stargiant: (a Legend of the Sheep)
Deep was the winter night, The snow as thick as wool. Silent prowled the stargiant Seeking beetle-jewels. Close he wandered to the flock Of small Mulberry Farm, His glinting eyes as sharp as frost And cold enough to harm. Terrified they took to flight, All…
Pixie
Her wings float on air as she flutters here and there, happy hums, no cares
Hour 10 or 11
Poetry requires a radical honesty that we are rarely equipped to deliver, The sort of shocking truths that produce nervous laughter or painful giggles seeking social approval, like masturbating away the fear of death.
Prompt 11, hour 11_ laughter a haiku
A bubble of mirth Guffaws jubilant in glee Burst forth from within