The Poetry Marathon

I feel elequant curruption stirring within
A vacant void filled with ravenous curiosity
For a see the inhuman suit before from me
A pure manifestation of my purest desire

The vacancy within myself screaming
Writhing in its silent symphony of macabre lust
Coiled in on itself with immoral delight
Patient in its own blood rapture to come

The facsimile of humanity that sits adjacent to me
Scrutinizing myself as her own unadulterated image
Stilled acknowledgement of her duplication of death
My heart calm and steady in your glare

Most people go through life devoid of what we share
A common ground of vicious aspirations
The purest form of balanced damnation our calling
The dissimilar methods of no consequence

I address the would be beast of prey before me
Monotones of jovial unconcern ringing out
A gambit of normality to snare my inhuman prey
The game commences with appropriate discord

‘A common cause does invite strange bedfellows
Seeking what we both desire from anti-life
The greatest form of scales to be balanced
And always at the end of my
equity bringing hand
Perhaps we shall both enjoy the others company of carnage
Souless in its own rapture of screams’

Seeking the demise of the injust
My own form circling yours
Drawing the chaos akin to the fly
As the normality as spider will ensnare you

In time

He stand in between rainy trees, runs up to the door with no rain coat on, He-s all wet and dripping watery in rain, The door bell rings, smells of cakes being baked for supper feast

I could remember of my mother’s aprons filthy with flour stains with hand prints, filthy wet spots to wash into winter where you can see the stains any more neck down

Mother wore it every time she bakes, hanging it on the door next to the table and chairs. Wrinkles and all lively she is, short and blouse she sits waiting on time

To finished up with the rainy cooking for the day of mommas sweet potato pies adult encounter links to the family ties the tree of life, the rainy taste and tea sip, founded in 2020 menu on the roster plug-ins who is served in a day, spring on into falls the healthy take out

Every weekend’s happy hours, as the rainy summer comes and goes with fried chicken wings and fries

Hello all

This is my 4th full marathon and the countdown begins

Hi, I’m Maggie! This is my first Poetry Marathon, and I am so excited to participate! Let’s see what the next 24 hours brings…

I’m ready to go. I’m posting like I’ve done in past poetry marathons. The more I read about how to do it the more confused I get. I am not at all technologically inclined. The first time I did the marathon I surprised myself. So good luck to all.

Like everyone
I am many things–
mother,
grandmother,
wife to a working artist,
musician,
gardener,
teacher,
writer and poet,
but when people ask.
as they sometimes do,
What do you do,
I tell them
I’m a poet.

 
Session

I saw through your soul at first sight,
Soulless soul,
Hollow as mine.
Tiger’s spirit; Judge, jury and executioner,
Rolled into one ball of calm fury.

Seeking me out for my own travesties,
Such is the nature of your calling.
Next on your list,
My penchant for the death dramatis a failing,
At least to you.

Appointment made, counselling the lies,
In each word of deceit sits a truth,
I am as naked to you as you are to me.
Both eluding the authorities,
Failing to offer expected motive.

Motive is desire, nothing more,
Seekers of sanctions and retribution,
Unleashing a fury on the troubling.
We are natural born killers,
Punishing the unworthy.

You try to deny the thrill, justify with just cause,
Whereas I consume my prey in part,
Dress the rest as a side dish for all to see.
I hear your hollow words,
But I listen to the unspoken.

The recorder is switched off, the papers stowed,
I lean forward locking my eyes with yours,
‘Your words are gracious mendacities. I see you.
Renowned for my discretion, speak freely,
As a sheep who addresses the silent priest.

For there is much we have in common,
Baying for the blood of the unrighteous,
Bringing justice where justice fails.
Open yourself to me, offer the truth,
And we shall seek together.’

Goal we accomplished and complete, honestly we fulfill in the blanks. Years and years gone by a memoir to remember.

Adulthood becomes the autumn of seasons to come. Something to cherish  before it’s all gone you know.

As I Can Remember!

The day has come, showers of rain wets the memories awe! for lasting as it starts.

Lie there, makes up the causes. Now through the years over and the start a brighter day

As I Can Remember!

You think other wise, when the plan until’s its roots. The respect and all to enjoy- will come back again.

As I Can Remember!

The words to hold onto when the summer comes sunny light, and shines memories on you more: The love, you love – love it!

Whew almost time to start the 24 hours of poems!! I did make plans for today not thinking so I do have to make up a few hours later but I am still super excited for the day to start. Plus my roommate made brownies with coffee in them so I should be able to stay up later! Good luck and happy writing to everyone!!

Hi, all! Cheers!~

I appreciate the chance to be here for a third season – I look forward to this, annually. My best wishes are extended to all of you, from Canada with my coffee!

Background: I’ve been writing since my teens and have published 5 books of varying genres, over 7 years. I also enjoy some freelance work as a book reviewer , am studying within the mental health sector and am very proud of my merch store.

Take care!
I applaud all of you for your efforts; it’ll be an adventure!

I know we’ll get through this; the beautiful art we make will be worth it.

-Motivational Pieces by Kate Allen [click]-