The Poetry Marathon

Normal

There has always been a part of me that has stood
Apart.

Like a waxen seal between my friends and me.
between my colleagues and me.
between the world and me.

Or like I’m                                                             out of sync.

Except.

Maybe normal is something you can only see from a distance.
An impressionist painting of humanity.

Or maybe normality grows from within,
Bespoke.

I know a handful of people who also stand          a little apart
But they’re standing here, beside me;
So perhaps we are all, really,
Normal
(Bespoke)

Or, perhaps not.

A Physics Time Capsule: The Quantum Randomness and Entanglement of the Biology of Bees, Birds, and Butterflies Hour 5

The “investigation of the behavior of migratory birds and carrier pigeons may someday lead to the understanding of some physical process which is not yet known,” Einstein commented on the behavior of bees, not mentioning butterflies specifically.

How beautiful is it to still have mystery in our natural world.

Unlike birds we do not travel lightly.

We both have animal magnetism and sensory perceptions that baffle the mind and drive our internal magnetic compass.

We collect more than shells, stones, and glass on our travels when near the sea.

Do we leave behind any mystery?

A legacy?

What is there left for us to see, to be?

You want to see the seven wonders of the world: The Great Wall of China, Chichén Itzá, Petra, Machu Picchu, Christ the Redeemer, the Colosseum, and the Taj Mahal.

I want to see the seven natural wonders of the world:The Northern Lights, the Grand Canyon, Paricutin, Mount Everest, Harbor of Rio de Janeiro, Victoria Falls, and the Great Barrier Reef.

You can’t out do me.  Why not team up and experience them mutually?

I have no qualms about following and learning from the masters up until a certain point, and then I must break free!

Forge my destiny.

Find my own path, create my own map.

Construct my own time capsule.

Create my own traditions.

Design my own list…

Where will your first destination be?

Questions that come up in conversation…Adapted from Anne Morrow’s Gift from the Sea Hour 4

 

Who are we really?

Is it human nature to conquer and control?

Do we seek to be subjugated to submission?

Is there power in domination?

Will world domination still be our excuse?

What is the race card?

Are we pitted by socioeconomic status?

Who determines class?

Can it really be reduced to a battle of the sexes?

Is there power in prestige?

Why do I have put you down to make myself feel whole?

Is insecurity the basis for all prejudice?

Where do countries begin and relationships end?

How can we heal the hurt?

Where is our humanity?

A conversational dilemma that plagues the few and affects the many.

“They can only be surmounted by men and women side by side.”

Poetry: Are you elusive ? Hour 3

Poetry

Are you elusive?

Short innocent and sweet.

Rough harsh and real.

 

Poetry

Are you elusive?

A gateway to my heart.

An entry into the subconscious labyrinth of my mind.

 

Poetry

Are you elusive?

A moment of brilliance.

A glimpse of heaven.

A taste of bliss.

 

Poetry you are my muse.

My temporal forehead kiss.

My sweet retreat.

Sometimes offbeat, yet always elusive.

 

The Joy of the Unseen- Hour 2

This is where I live and breathe.

This is the realm in which I exist.

This is a sacred space.

The spaces in-between.

The anticipation of the first meeting.

The moment before you hit the stage.

Right before the paintbrush marks the canvas.

I am the cool breeze that brushes your cheek.

I am the branches that rustle as you pass by.

I am the rain drop that feeds the grass.

I am slow patient, harsh, and rough.

I am all that you wish for and sometimes all that you do not.

I am  waiting to be explored.

Treat me kindly for in the unseen lies the greatest gift.

 

Hour 8-I Got Nothing

I got nothing

The prompts aren’t doing it

The pictures aren’t inspiring me

It isn’t them

Its me

I don’t want to play

I want to nap

Go run through a sea of tulips

I want sing songs at the top of my lungs

I don’t want to poem anymore

So many hours

So little sleep

The cat is glaring at me

I am uninspired

Unmotivated

I got nothing

Just a bunch of words

On a piece of paper

Filling up nonsense

To avoid getting serious

 

 

 

She Went Down

She went down 

All the way down. 

Belly up, my belly went down. 

Unsinkable, like my fears. 

I didn’t have time to be scared. 

I went down. 

All the way down. 

Icy water 

Whistles blowing.

She went down, 

All the way down. 

Rich, poor, old and young, 

Their time in heaven was due, 

We all went down 

All the way down, 

Except for a lucky few. 

The Oath and The Lo

Bold and heroic

Lead the seas and oceans

For love swings on the chest of the bold

Allow the heart to suspend

Let her inhale emotions till the core

Heavy Crowns

Heavy are the crowns of kings

Whose mettle sings of steal

Their hearts ablaze with righteous fury

Infected by hate and fear

The conquerors soon to be conquered

Of their own design

A Man Named Campbell

I knew a man
He goes by the name of Campbell
Never did I see anyone
Who liked to cause more trouble
It was coming up to the time
When they say
Lucifer fell
Into the brambles
The time we now call
The feast of St Michaels
Campbell thought he had a win
and not unlike
Lucifer before him
He put his pride ahead of commonsense
And everything else that
Had come before
Campbell wanted to the superior
Than the man he considered his competitor
Most of all, he wanted that man’s wife
To chose him over her true love
I knew a man
He goes by the name of Campbell
Never did I see anyone
Who liked to cause more Trouble!
He attacked the woman that he coveted
He attacked the man that she loved
He thought that because he himself
Was a liar; every man else was the same as himself
Campbell fell into the briars
He had tread on sacred ground
‘Let what God has put together,
No man pull asunder!’
Campbell had wronged the laws of God, Man and Woman
The Woman he had coveted pulled a curse down on his head
The Man pulled down the laws of earth
God pulled down the laws of God
For Campbell had sinned by heaven and earth