Unlucky in love I’ve always been, Invisible to all the women I’ve held dear, But I’m a romantic – what can I do? One day, I’ll surely meet my lover. I may have even met her already, I wonder if Susan is ‘The One’, Or…
Category: Marathon Poem
Season of the Virus
Season of the Virus The ancestor rises again In its atavistic moment Blanket spreads the entire humanity Before one could forment Swaths of territory won As we face our gravest reality Hour 7 @varenyas
Prompt 12: Our Inner Skeptic
That way, concluded the Interviewer, you can tell if a buyer is a buyer. And, what if he’s not a buyer? This question came from two rows behind me. I had seen the guy changing his tie to one he’d bought in the lobby. The…
farewell to arms
What you gave me was was the ability to rise in the morning. Enveloped me Consoled me Never asked for too much. I became a baby at baptism Pure and carried up to blisses of heaven, just for a moment. Take me back and let’s…
Prompt 12 ~ Post #12 Essence of Time
Ever notice how time flies continually through our life. Some with unending joy others with grief and strife. Only by experiencing the highs and then the lows. Will we be able to cherish the good and let the others go. So before all slips away…
Hour 12: Steel, As You Probably Know
I am made of steel made of nails and invincible. Keep going. Stop and I will find as you probably know I am an alloy based in iron Prone to rust and decay I don’t want to be reminded
Dreaming Reality (hour 12, prompt 12)
We were wrapped in innocence In someone else’s dream Somewhen (in another time) But nothing’s ever as it seems The reality is the nightmare And innocence, the past So long ago I can’t recall When loss first came to pass For even as a child…
The Universe Is Made Of…
Things Everyone Knows: Roses are Red And Violets are Blue Little Girls are Made of Sugar and Spice And Everything-Nice Little Boys are Made of Frogs-and-Snails And Puppy-Dog-Tails The Little Dog Laughed to See Such a Sport And The Dish Ran Away with The Spoon…
The Daughters Of Earth.
The thoughts gyrating and cultivating inside Call out and cry for the expected end apocryphal Books that beheld are opened with tales played out Of the deepest dream liquid stars speak of Enoch’s cry for salvation turns personal Until the end of time brings all…
Hour 11-Somewhere in the galaxy
Somewhere in the galaxy lies another sphere with water, sand and signs of life just like we have right here. The difference is there is no bad, just everything that’s good If only I could leap across to the Utopian-like hood. No haze or pollution,…