An amicable life fulfilled with hap, They could lead a charmed life, With infinity felicity. You may get a destiny, Or maybe a surprise power, To lead a amicable life. To win it we should be, Adorable with everyone, To be kind pleasant. To lead…
Category: Marathon Poem
Hour 19
I can’t wait to feel the sand under my tired, but reliable feet! I want to play with the waves, feel sun and water on my skin. Seaside is so appealing, even more than a famous mountain resort. I like the idea of height,…
Listening – Hour Twenty-Three
Listening Just be still and listen and then tell me what you hear Is the quiet all but deafening? Does it make you shed a tear? Does the silence bring you anger, for you need chaos throughout Or does it bring you worry, filling up…
Bigfoot Out Hunting
A wee hour caught my eye as I pondered late over x and y. Time for bed, I guess… this place! What a mess! I closed the busy coding screen unaware outside, the strangest scene. A lone campfire in fire season. The man inside for…
What do you do with all the mistakes?
What do you do with all the mistakes? Paint pours that didn’t turn out the way you wanted: do you scrape the canvas, wipe it clean, refreshed for another try, blank, or do you leave paint smeared still, untouched and kept, showing how you…
Say cheese, taste cheese
Succulent, elastic on the tongue Toast the bread and adorn with cheese Stand back, say cheese, blow a kiss And wet your tongue by one sight
Poem 19 – A Self-Portrait
I am scattered and distraught piles of books not yet read Stacked like good intentions never fully realised But the thought at least counts even if the human doesn’t keep scores And sometimes I wonder if it’s worth fighting for Stories that are yet to…
Cheese Please
In France it’s called a light fromage Yet for the cameras it’s Marmoset In a pot it melts to a special sauce And then it becomes a thick fondue Mexico uses lots of Queso Upon hot chips it can be found Jalapeño’s dipped into ranchero…
This evening
I met a man this evening, With motive and mysteries, There seems nothing missing, He was blunt and silently speaking. It seems all right, I stayed for a while, Looking at his eyes, Listened to his low voice. Suddenly where is he ?…
15 Head on
Right to the keys Never amiss Head on it is Glimpse me please Leaps and jumps Forever straight Head on it is Copyright © 2021 Roxann Lawrence (Poetessrock)