There you are. I do not remember you. There under a gloss finish, You point your lens at me across the water. An older man laughs beside you And the wind lifts a veil of petals around you both. You could be anyone, Frozen in…
Category: Marathon Poem
Appetency – 3 of 24
sometimes, summer’s hungry is different in the may of my sixteen I took a few bites that’s all, just a few, my hands replaced by a knife and an axe somedays, my thinning was a violence you’d have to testify to if you bared witness…
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Hour 3
Odd Fellow – Hour 3
Amidst the lake and the sea Capturing the moment, enjoying the breeze Soaking in the sunshine The beauty of nature Amidst the sea and the river Restoring my balance, cleansing my fears Resurrecting the waters The beauty of nature Amidst the river and the ocean…
ONE ENDLESS PATH TO HOLY KNOWLEDGE – Hour Three (2021)
ONE ENDLESS PATH TO HOLY KNOWLEDGE and here there is an eye as well water, moss, cattail, stone, current watcher watching as another image generates derrida does not wonder alone where the eye wanders and above this there is a bridge …
Otherwise, you’d compromise
Things hath no holidays Things hath no holidays Things hath no holidays All of us are If you dare You’d end without a care Love is not in things Love is not in things Love is not in things Had they known It’d have…
Waiting
So you really thought I had gone away? I took your kid’s education, that Fourth of July picnic you loved so much and Grandma from the nursing home. Gone away? I destroyed businesses, put people out of work and elected a President. Gone away? You…
Breaking out | Surya T | Poetry Marathon Poem 3
Take me out of this place, I begged him Take me out of this place, I begged him Take me out of this place, I begged him This prison, I must escape, I pleaded You are in prison, I don’t commit felonies, he told me…
HOUR 4 Dyer-Bolique
Dyer-Bolique An inner smile spreads as my Dyer-Bolique strips, Baring his true nature as a man revealing the flesh. Such titillation, voyeurism with front row seats, Man and monster rolled into one. The beast before me. Blessed Dyer-Bolique! Prospecting a future, your lamented incarceration, Victim…
3. He Found a Gun…
He found a gun and shot her. He found a gun and shot her. He found a gun and shot her. He found his mother’s gun with his tiny four year old little boy hands and shot her in her 20 month old pink little…