Hour Sixteen – “Write a poem with the last line being a question and the answer being the title.” Your Hand What could be more tiny and simple? Than a pimple on a dimple on the left side of the right bum of…
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Can peace flood the earth? (hour 16)
Soon in not too distance future peace will flood the earth and the violence of now and the violent now will be erased
Poetry Marathon Hour 15:
Hour 15 – okay let’s do the things. Let’s keep going I think I’m going to use a prompt from the poet rajah again “wonder where tomorrow is” POEM 15: If things continue to go this way I’ll have no choice but to wonder…
The Beauty of the Feast
Hour Fifteen – Write a poem about someone or something you have lust for. The Beauty of the Feast In the wee small hours, past midnight Here in the north where dark meets light I wander into a room by chance Where letters…
Infernum (hour 16)
Added, Grotesque herald, His invading entity, Trespassed on my vocation, Burning. Dancing, Flames amber, Joy at donations, Charity in bodily form, Blazing. Blazing, Skin crackling, Fingers as candelabra, Putrid flesh-soaked alcohol, Fitting.
Rolls Royce (hour 15)
Rolls Royce soon I will have a ride in you this is true
Protected: Delicacy
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Ardeat (Hour 15)
Fuelled, Bodies supplied, Hade’s flame salutes, Rising applause of deaths tithe, Burning. Bodies, Consumed flesh Fodder for our blaze, Feeding the ravenous inferno, Consumed. Silent, My offering, Departed from this world, Conflagrations feast gratefully given Devoured.
Hour #14 (Random Prompt taken from hour 2, 2022)
Inspired by leonard cohen – https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=FqVvNpcX5HQ Burning Desire. Random Prompt Hour #14 You look my way my hair stands all over, smiling in my direction with your playful gaze strips me naked off my yearning. Baby I pine for you. Oh, we’re…
Poetry Marathon Hour 14:
Poem 14: Imagine someone has sent you a text message at one am saying “do you ever think of me?” how do you respond < From I am Incomplete without you prompt journal “Do you ever think of me?” comes across my far too…