HR-3 Just sillyness
Everything is everything
But anything can not be everything
And nothing can be everything
Everything is complex
And everyone is simple
Everyone is everyone
But someone can not be everyone
And everybody can be everyone
Hour Fifteen: A Listening Point of View
Shouting does not make me hear you better.
Your voice booms naturally, arguing, singing, storytelling…
The boys across the balcony can hear you revving up about the latest political absurdity.
That phrase you repeated to the kids, “indoor voice,” or
the husky-soft wisps that thread through the air vents when you guide meditation,
those voices I can hear, words so calm and clear a megaphone could not silence them.
You want to be heard.
Speak so I can listen.
Balance
Hour 3
Oh look! “The best couple”
Completing each other’s words
Helping each other in chores
Being there for each other
Holding hands, all lovey-dovey
Always kissing goodbyes
Calling eachother cute names
Always smiling at eachother
So, how do they manage?
How is it possible?
When couples are related with fighting.
Doing just the opposite?
Life is not always agreeable
To keep up with the up’s and down’s is tough
A lot of understanding and patience is needed
A fine line balance is needed
Rashmi S Kurup
Rachnoc 15 Hour 15
All the walls tar paved,
Delirium gone awry,
He screws the scared help.
Hour 15: Strange Things
He was walking down his street peacefully
It was just another day
The same old monotonous day
But he liked the sameness, the luxury of normalcy
At his age, he valued a day lacking stress and excitement
He adjusted his walking stick and continued walking
Thud! A bright red football missed his ear by inches
The owner of the football was a chubby four-year old
Who had ‘trouble’ written all over him
” Grandpa, I am your new neighbor,”
The boy announced in a cute sing-song voice
Grandpa felt a tiny wave of anxiety sweep over him
This meant bidding goodbye to a ‘normal, same-old day’ goodbye
The boy kicked the ball to him, Grandpa could smell his adrenaline rush
He remembered himself in his green and yellow school jersey
He sighed. He smiled.
“Let’s go, boy!”
I choose my misery #15
Cook the brown
Fill the syringe
Find a vein
Not on the edge.
Sharp sting
Of anticipation
Keeps self loathing a bay
Time for time to stop
For me to go away.
Caught the dragon
That first time
Man it was good
Now I realise
Syringe ryhmes
With orange
When I add
A little blood.
Press down slow
Feel the itch
And forget for a while
That life’s a bitch.
One misery not chosen
Outside control
Swapped for another
That I can own,
That I can turn
On and off
By taking a hit,
And making
The chosen misery
Fade,
For just a little bit.
You catch the dragon once
That’s his trick
You spend your life
In vain vein misery
Chasing
That first pin pick.
That first rush
The last time
You’ll ever feel
Heaven when you push
The brown inside
But it’s your misery
And yours alone
It lies to you
Because it’s you
Being owned.
Hour 15 – A Phoned In Poem
A Phoned In Poem
Beep, beep, beep, boop, beep, beep, beep…boop.
Brrrng Brrrng Brrrng Brrrng
Brrrng Brrrng Brrrng Brrrng
Hello. Your call cannot be completed as dialed. Please check
Your number and try your call again. If you need help please
press pound for more options.
Click. Beep, beep, boop, beep, boop, boop
Beep. Brrrng. Brrrng. Brrrng. Brrrng. Hello, you
Have reached the Poetry Marathon Hotline, if this is
An emergency, hang up and dial 9-1-1. Otherwise, press
1 for more options. Boop. You have selected 1 –
More options. Is this your choice? If so, press 1 for
Yes. Press 2 for no or press 3 for more options.
Beep. Hola! Su llamada no se puede completar
Tal como se marcó. Por favor cuelgue e intente realizar la
llamada nuevamente. CLICK! “And that’s how you get
Them to stop calling at every hour of the night.”
#8: All these questions inside my brain
#8: All these questions inside my brain
What if I’m not enough? What is all my fears are true? What if I never measure up to how I’ve always been expected to be?
What if what they want me to be or do isn’t what I want to be or do? Does it matter? Is what they want more important than what I want?
How do I make the right choice? How do I know I’m not making a big mistake? Is it really my choice to make?
What would I do if I make a mistake? How will I respond? Would it be the end of the world? Or would I find the strength to carry on and learn from that mistake? And who gets to determine if it is a mistake?
WHO THE HECK ANSWERS ALL THESE QUESTIONS I HAVE?!
Prompt 15, No One’s Looking
Oops! I’m caught!
I have to keep walking
I put one foot –
I know, I can tell the way she looks at me,
she doesn’t seem to like me.
I know I’m not stylish.
She was looking at my shoes.
The short lady with the Irish name,
she’s nice.
The manager talks to me in a kind way.
The assistant manager talks to me like I’m slow.
And the tall lady stops me and instructs me how to carry things.
She doesn’t know how much I want to fit in.
I don’t know how to, though.
You can’t ask that.
You can’t.