How to move to beginning of Posts, 2021 Marathon

Hi all, Is there a way to jump to the beginning of the (many pages from) 2021 Marathon so I can read the posted poems? There are thousands of pages of posts and comments and would like to start at the start. Advice appreciation. Bravo/a…

Poem 24 – Home

Home is where the heart is, Home is where words are a hearty meal Full of conversation ’til sunrise And a little bit beyond; Simply put A hug and a friendly pat on the back Salient sensations and creation Passed down between generations Knowledge a…

Mississippi River

Houses make me nervous They can burn down Buildings with floors Have the possibility of collapse Bridges are unreliable London Bridge fell after all But the Mississippi River Is the one constant of my life Sitting on its banks I feel at peace When leaving,…

Soles/Souls -Hour 24-text poetry prompt

Concealing storms underneath the feet, slippery with mustard seeds, walking on Edges crease, burning holes with use. There is a pontla* throbbing between the palms That can be carried everywhere, that burden of dreams that seep into A womb that speaks quietly to the feet,…

Poem 23 – A Cheesy Poem

This special sauce ain’t as good as it ought to be So let us add cheese, please, for culinary steez And because it’s the bee’s knees Chesterton may have had a point, but the silence Re: fermented dairy, is by no means an intentional Omission,…

Reed Marsh

……….Home A southern marsh, all green and brown Is the place we call our own Our first, most restful home. Here we were hatched,fledged and taught Here we sported, played, mock-fought With other nestlings. Wingtip to wingtip we filled the sky Exulting as we learned…

Poem 22 – Wake-Up

This poem has * l e v i t y * Conveyed through p U n C t U a T i O n ! And a steadfast dedication to FORMATTING But don’t let its A C T I O N – F I L…

Homeward Bound – Hour Twenty-Four

As I cross the bridge over the river, I know I’m almost home The changing leaves, their colors bright as if to welcome me back The two lane roads, the Amish buggies, the fields that span for miles The air so crisp and clean, I’m…

2 am Walk

I hear my boots Scraping on the pavement On an empty street At 2 am I see ribbons of light Swirling around me Ghosts of the cars That went by I feel prickles On the back of my neck Caused by the person Following me…

Poem 21 – A Short Ode

O! meat sticks and beer, you instil no fear But much cheer and it’s clear that to steer Towards you is to tear up and be reminded Of the glory of savoury; O! meat sticks and beer, near to never would I say no to…

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