Livin’ on a prayer To die for, to live for Isn’t it a question of whom? We all know we move towards death Yet we crave for life The longer the better It’s a funny equation you see Guns or roses? Can we make a…
Category: Marathon Poem
10. Early
Early. A state of being filled with anticipation at its best. As a writer our minds can peruse the sites without contest. Magazines, children’s books, paintings, flowers, plants, people watching… Being early is a state of being that is elusive to me, yet when…
Me and myself
I am kindness, but I can become fury. I am a fairy, but also a dragon spitting fire. I am a mixture of light and shadows And my heart is so full of rainbows.
“Won’t Get Fooled Again” (Hour 24)
Cut open, tear. Bleed from magic inkwells Stare. The window’s pane is a television screen; what you see outside is not actually happening. The president is trustworthy The police are protecting you The children are safe. Remember to giggle a little if anyone tries to…
Protected: poem 23 hour 23 (childhood 1 – 5) asphodel, skipping stones, and Styx
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Hour 24. (2019)
you give love a bad name tempted me in sweet delusions I did not hinder your intrusions Twas your love that kept me sane There’s so much you manipulated From Heaven to Hell my life deflated you give love a bad name
PROMPT #24 Delicate Brutality.
Delicate Brutality You breathe purpose into this broken heart. Your love is healing it is in my blood. I can feel you in the air tonight. You shook me up electrified woke me up my restless heart beats only for you. Save me from this…
8. A strategy for daily living by Ari Kiev MD: “Several years ago a young businessman visited my office with a very unusual request.”
A strategy for daily living by Ari Kiev MD: “Several years ago a young businessman visited my office with a very unusual request.” He offered me no money. He was all alone. He had a strange look of indifference in his eyes and that’s what…
2019 – Twenty-Four – The Pop Song Prompt – “Heroes”
Exhausted from the weight of all the words the poet settles in, enjoys the birds as they begin to sing in the rising sun and he feels the joy of finishing what he’d begun. He didn’t swing a bat or kick a ball. He didn’t…
Futile Denial
love has taken wing fluttered first frissons of desire flickers of delight fire licks and flits roars and in the flames births another kind of love born in pain then glory held to breast a mother’s love father’s adoration family bound until death though bonds…