Poem 20: Naming the stars: I’ve always wondered whether we’re spending too much time or not enough naming all the stars out there. Deciding which ones will be famous and which can live a quiet life just because. It has always been fascinating to me…
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Subbing in America: Hour 20
are you married and how old are you teacher and do you have children? mind your manners child it is not polite to ask yes I am twenty
The Kitchen Ship
“The salivating aroma of the kitchen, Is unique and beautiful. A world of flavor and spice packed into sense, Scents that make you yearn to taste, Foods with such a lovely aroma must have a lovely taste. My grandmother at the helm of the kitchen,…
Likened to Lycan (Hour 20)
Abundance of flesh, teetering on a stuporous step, Carried dutifully and on a drunkards resolve, Resigning himself, a true wretch of the unkept, Her body not to be touched or involved! Sacrificial, our desirous fool will endure my scorn, I glare on, anticipating my…
Hour Nineteen – My Tale of Two Cities
Hour Nineteen – There are so many nature poems out there. Our prompt for this hour of the night is to write a poem for a city, real or imagined. My Tale of Two Cities Two homes have I, they’re oceans apart Two cities,…
Poetry Marathon Hour 19:
Slowly but surely gradually but impactfully making popcorn and making progress as hour 19 kicks off. And there’s something so beautiful in the fact that we are still here despite everything that has been thrown our way – lack of sleep, lack of veggies, lack…
Lagos (hour 19)
Lagos, like the mythical elephant ugly and attractive a moment it is flooded the next it is a silk smooth dazzling fragile strong and enterprising accommodating and regale If a capital city is needed you check the boxes exotic tastes eyes for beauty energy and…
Elixir of Joy
“A moment of joy, An elixir of happiness, Inner fortune.”
Pit and Long Boar (hour 19)
Our plan, born of true heinous, Oh, my canine friends of nourishment deprived. Yet tonight they feast on standing pig, Such pleasant fare to absorb. Within a tavern’s hospitality, Hogs adore to imbibe, Pre-marinated and duly prepped, Oh, my canine friends of nourishment deprived….
Hour Eighteen – JOY
Prompt Eighteen – Write a poem about a moment of joy. JOY We had waited for this call for seven long years. ‘Hello,’ I answer, quivering with my fears. ‘We’ve found the perfect match,’ she said. ‘All sweet and pink, with a roundy round…