The Poetry Marathon

#2- Her and Me

She didn’t think twice,

If I deserved all the love,

That she was sending my way,

That she was spending so generously.

She loved me for who I was,

Why do I need a mirror when I have her,

Her eyes reflecting my face in the sunshine,

My mind wondering who shone better,

Her or the sun.

Put me above herself,

Her joy when she saw me,

Convincing me I was worth more than I was.

The best face to look at,

After a long day of waiting.

Her,

In all of her glory,

Tail wagging,

Heart soaring,

Mind brimming with thoughts,

Of her and her alone.

~thryaksha

 

IS IT THE DOGGO’S THOUGHTS OR THE HOOMAN’S? Who’s the poet?

The Joy of Things Unseen

The Joy of Things Unseen

 

The dog waits at the door and hears, whimpering soon replaced.

Joy jumps like paws, scratching warped wood as sounds of car locks beep,

of owners returning home. The cat climbs curtains and stares,

things moving slowly under her intent peer. Keys jingle,

unseen. The dog barks at what’s here, knowing without knowing.

Hour 2: Dog Song

[sung to a pleasant melody]

Last night while we were sleeping,
The dog pooped on the rug.
This morning I was seething,
But I gave that pooch a hug.

Though what he did was wrong, sir,
It’s not the same as naughty.
The moral of this song, sir,
Is: dogs can’t reach the potty.

The View- Poem 2

The View  -Poem 2

 

The joy of unseen things

Wonders of nature brings

Sunset in the morning seems

Walking on the deck feels

 

The joy of the morning walk

Brings joy to the day folks

The sky a pattern of heart felt

The clouds array the scene felt

 

The ship at the distance walk

Connections to the distance

Sailing to the beauty of unknown

Breathing in the air of the unknown

 

Sunset is the beginning of a new day

Sunrise the feelings of unknown today

Joy can breathe through the lenses

The view from the unknown lenses

 

The Joy of Unseen things supremacy

An allusion of the expectancy

The expectation of an emergency

The instinct of frequency

 

The Joy of the unknown

Unseen of the unknown

Destination of the unknown

Brings Joy to the unknown

 

@Sabinah Adewole 26/06/2021

 

Zuihutsu- genre of Japanese literature loosely connected fragmented ideas from the authors surroundings

 

Catch A Fallen Star

Rise up.

Into this life journal. To iron on out each wrinkles on sheets.

Higher up we’ll go until we reach our morning star stormy or not

Pink runs of lights to shine

Catching our own morning star.

Waken on up.

To see the sunlight to shine brightly on us

We’ll stand.

On solid ground, and not in sinking sand.

The moment we feel unease from the things that we can not changed

The naked eyes.

But with ABBA

We could do all things through him who strengthen us.

Letting not our hearts to be worried.

 

 

 

 

2021 #2 – The Dog – Best Life Example

Stop to smell the roses,
and everything else.

Stretch every morning.
Play hard as often as possible.

Intuitive to feelings of others.
Cuddle all of the day.

One's best friend.
Gives unconditional love.

Always forgiving.
Grudges never held.

Listen for hours.
No judgements given.

Often misunderstood.
Never ending resilience.

Dogs, life's best example.

What is Man!

What is Man!

What is man!

Here today, and a tale tomorrow

Man, a speck in the sands of time

An almost insignificant waveform in eternity

Man –if we have any virtue

It is by the grace of God

And, by that grace, man must go forth

And do that of which he is enabled

In this fleeting moment called

The days of our lives

Bitcoin Vexation

I check my instagram everyday and to my dismay

lately the new followers I receive all have a common theme

Bitcoin..Bitcoin they shill as if writing that to me is supposed to

offer me some thrills.

I politely decline their pitch and yet they keep persisting

and I have to keep resisting the urge to not lash out

as my repeated no’s keep drowning in a sea of questions

that I no longer wish to answer.

I truly despise this exchange and I get annoyed to the point

where I can hardly contain my anger

typing my displeasure and irritation

in a long paragraph as if I were writing

a law dissertation.

I didn’t ask for your services nor do I need them

please leave me in peace

I will not fall for your scams

or any of your Flim-Flams.

 

No.2 – Inching into Class – a strategy

No.2 – Inching into Class – a strategy

By Nandhini G. Natarajan

 

No one frightened me

as my first standard teacher,

a nun.

Short and rotund,

with a cane

taller than she.

She never hit us but,

when mad, she’d strike the ground.

She’d fly off the floor

with each strike.

While we watched,

with amazed terror.

 

She hated latecomers.

I was always late.

My grandfather never hurried

ignored my frantic pleas.

He and my teacher

were old friends.

Still I was punished.

To stand by the door for

the whole period.

My shame witnessed

by everyone.

 

But I had a strategy,

a secret one.

Every now and then

When the teacher

wasn’t watching,

I would shuffle my feet

a few inches into

the room.

By the time the bell rang,

I was sitting

at my seat

like I was always there.

The teacher never noticed.

 

Or so I thought.

 

How We Go On

Scratches and cracks on the surface
Refract the light pushing to get in.
Through the bends and breaks of the foundation,
Searching for center.
Fueling the core that keeps turning
Long after the will has escaped.
Sharp corners abound
But the structure does not break.
It struggles to lift and create
From the fragments that fall.
They are unshaped
Without scratches themselves,
Sheltered for a time,
From the crumbling giver of life.