Poetry Marathon Submission #11

Starscapes Background on Mars is black. Stars bound. Gas sings in sibilant color; Red, yellow, blue, green, purple, orange. A heaven worth of Skittle’s. Heaven born rainbows, freed from Earth. Vast and breath catching, frozen in the shade, the universe encapsulates the planets. Comets sling…

Re: Moon Shadow

While I am being followed by a moon shadow Moon shadow Moon shadow Leaping up on a moon shadow Moon shadow Moon shadow If I lose my legs, I won’t have to walk no more If I lose my hands, I won’t have to work…

Skay Hour 10

Beliefs My Monstera Adansonii leaves Have large gaping holes Where light breaks through on the other side. Leaves with windows she said. If you peer through them you can see The soul of the world outside. Sometimes you can see the world Beyond. That’s why…

Camp-meeting

Our bus zooms past treeline highways as we travel to the annual camp-meeting I am always looking forward to the camp-meeting It is in the cool, dry breeze and the happy faces It is in the strange people who peopled the places There is no…

Poem Marathon 9th Submission

A Mysterious Party Ann WJ White The country cottage, surrounded by evening light, is host to the many fireflies, nightbirds and shadowed creatures. The building wears a mask of civility under the languid heat of summer night. Strange voices project from the treeline. Stars hold…

Mine Very Short Love Story

I got goosebumps at midnight, when he held me tight. We looked each other being lost in each other side. millions of days are gone Now he says hold our baby’s finger tight.

Wordless Conversation

She sends him a text message but it is not a text message it is a unique text message two images, arms wrap-around each other.   He replies her text message but there is no text in his message he pushes the button and an…

My AaBb Poem

As dusk emerge as black is on verge. Book of love opens believing,you are still there in my pages.

Season of the Disease

In the face of petrol-dollar and stolen riches, the president still dies His hordes of physicians try his death to hide The citizens are in the dark and no one is in the know His kitchen cabinet covers up the cause of his death so…

Hour 6

Are we done? I think I’m done No? Oh. Well damn. My congratulations and many accolades Will just have to wait Til it pleaaes theĀ  fates.