The Poetry Marathon

If ever there was a moment
any moment,
in which I was not myself,
that moment pushed us
each away from the other.

I am she who is not,
yet I am eternal;
a child of one who is.

You got to shape up, ladies and gents!

No, you’re right! The lovely Non-binaries too, is that right? I feel odd. You (All of You) must drink to be in better shape, shape up with your loves! Don’t, I repeat don’t turn a blind eye, so you can shape up…

And not be a sheep.

My Candy Jar.

My bag of Skittles
Filled with colours
Making a spectrum
Of my life, sparkling

Candy to a sweet tooth
You are my best kind
The past long behind
I strive for our tomorrow

Ice cream, flavored
Pink and blue, beauty
Sugar and spice, sweet
How i feel with you here

Chocolate dipped,thick
In summertime, cool
This I will hold onto
It’s sweetness is forever

As blurring as heart’s broken tears,
As blinding as the first kiss.
As wild as that last fight,
As soothing as the one you miss.
As tempestuous as a bridal veil,
As calm as the silver in her hair.
As transient as that flicker of a smile
As eternal as, you and I were, for a while…

#snow – so many stories lie buried, some flaky, some not so much.

Above the cart was a large empty. No stars. A sliver of moon.

He heard a coyote. The sand no longer scorched. But it thickened. Bound his steps.

The mule stopped. It could not be urged on. So he jumped down.

He pulled the body to the sand.

Of all the journeys not embarked upon,

the one in which a fop would

in the confined, constraints of a capsule,

fub ecstasy, only to discover,

that heaven number seven, was

not necessarily 5280 feet high,

if enlightenment were thus nigh,

that would be the voyage of self-discovery,

one would like to undertake soon.

My heart beats
To the syllables
Of your name

I pick up this book

To tell you how awesome you are.

May the inks transform you into a better version of yourself.

You’re more beautiful than

What your reflection shows;

I believe you’re the star in an empty sky,

And the moon seated on water.

Affection

He brings to me a cup of coffee
In my favorite mug
Warm and sweetened to perfection
Before I’ve had the chance to ask

Air travel is not what it used to be.

You’re lucky if you get water or space to move your head.

I think my jaw has not ever been the same since a long expired Spirit flight.

This is no Air Jamaica Champagne of the skies.

You must wipe down your seat and inoculate yourself.

Who has time for eye patches facials and moisturized sleep-scape?.

Bring your headphones one lightning for music and another standard plug if you want to catch the news or a feature film.

I prefer the window seat to follow the clouds to think without the looming need for WIFI overhead.

The best part is catching a glimpse of the geographical map come to life below or the clouds overhead.

Cheers to a safe flight smooth and one that does not resemble the rough treatment we now experience in the friendly skies.