When we visited Lourdes

HOUR 12

WHEN WE VISITED LOURDES

 

We visited Lourdes (France),

like all devout Catholics,

to ask for favors.

 

Our girls were two and one.

The younger one had a milk allergy,

and drank protein milk,

which resulted in poop

of the foulest odor.

 

We arrived late for the only mass

In English.

We entered the crowded church,

with two strollers, two toddlers

and myriad backpacks and bags.

The faithful were determined

not to let us through.

We were as determined to

make our way,

into their midst.

We settled on the floor

amidst glowering looks

which we ignored.

Then Natasha decided to unload.

The dreadful smell reached the rafters

and settled on the believers.

We couldn’t pretend it wasn’t us,

not after the sounds Natasha made.

When we stood up to leave,

the crowd parted like the Red Sea.

We were out in the fraction

of the time we went in.

Hour 12: My closet

I have always loved the closet
Even as a child, I felt drawn to it
Not for me laughter and light
But only the warmth and darkness of the closet
I felt safe, away from prying eyes and judgemental stares
But as I grew up, I realized
Hiding away is a coward’s choice
And so, one bright sunny day
I opened the closet and walked out of it
I embraced the brightness and allowed the light to warm my soul
Ah! Should have done this sooner
The closet is my safe place but the world my playground!

Hour 15: Storyteller

How wonderful it is

To articulate a scene in your mind

Into a scene on the page

 

With pencil and keyboard

A different world is born

Filled with anything one can imagine

 

Humanity was built on stories

What a gift it is

To take part in that legacy

She’s Remarkable – Hour 15

She was nothing remarkable
at least, that’s what I kept telling myself
truth is: she was everything I wanted
everything I needed
everything I deserve

Amazingly, I had her
she was in my grasp
I held tight
perhaps too tight

I should have let her breathe
to flourish under her own guidance
she was remarkable
she is remarkable
to me.

#6: Work…your life away

#6: Work…your life away

September 1: Pay rent.
September 2: Work.
September 3: Work.
September 4: Work.
September 5: Work.
September 6: Work.
September 7: Work.
September 8: Work.
September 9: Work.
September 10: Work.
September 11: Work.
September 12: Work.
September 13: Work.
September 14: Work.
September 15: Work.
September 16: Work.
September 17: Work.
September 18: Work.
September 19: Work.
September 20: Work.
September 21: Work.
September 22: Work.
September 23: Work.
September 24: Work.
September 25: Work.
September 26: Work.
September 27: Work.
September 28: Work.
September 29: Work.
September 30: Work.
October 1: Pay rent.

Repeat until you can’t anymore.

Hour 15

A roll of the dice is all life really is

One shot

Two choices

Three decisions

Four outcomes

Five secrets

Six ways to make or break you

 

Thoughts On Life

the grey leviathans of the sky float towards the horizon

as the gods begin to smile upon them

delighted to see their babies come home

they painted them with colors never before seen

and the leviathans danced among themselves

on their long trek across the sky to their home

where the heavens and the earth converge

a place no mortal can arrive

always moving forward getting closer

failing to find safe harbor

facing the vast turbulent seas

some meet their end beneath the deep

some go one almost forever

further than most

forever following the great leviathans

as the gods bestow their praise upon them

envious of those that came before us

we too wish to see the same

 

 

Hour 15 – Inspire love

“I’ve never inspired someone before”

I find that immensely hard to believe

I believe that you may have fallen for

A lie, I know that you have been deceived

 

Who told you you are insignificant?

Who convinced you that you do not matter?

I for one know you are magnificent 

Vulnerability alone flatters

 

I may fall in love easily most days

But I fall in love with people’s moments

With the left side dimple that blooms with praise

The smile, twinkling, shyly represents

 

A moment where you (you!) inspired me

By sharing, being honest, you are free

Down in the Bayou – Prompt Hour 9

It happened in the bayou

     yes way down in the bayou. 

The streets were iridescent 

     in their darkness,

Each lightbulb atop a tall

     pole, broken and shattered. 

A slight magical scent of cinnamon

     floated in the dark swampy air. 

Not even a rising sun 

     red as a newly plucked beet,

Could chase the undesirables away;

     and they had no recourse. 

Not to be defeated and in need

     of drink and water,

A tremble of fear spread throughout

     the group of refugees. 

Without a jacket, scarf or glove,

     all would kick the bucket 

before their second meal unless 

the elk they hunted, would soon fall.

Green (Hour 14)

Green wall with a diamond shape

Looking at my phone

Green Hooded sweater

Sitting all alone.

I am not a clone

I am just an image

We are not apart

It is just a scrimmage.

10 more poems to finish

I am filled with venoms

This is my release

Winning my defeats

Everyword completes

Every nerd competes

Marathons for geeks

I am one of these

I aint one for wars

I am one for peace.

But in wanting peace

I prepare for war

Let us eat the rich

While we feed the poor.

Let the pistols pour

Bodied up the floor

I redact no thing.

Muted birds won’t sign.

If I am tasked to do a service,

I must ask, what is its purpose.

Otherwise, it’s in the furnace,

I cannot be none but earnest.

 

I leave marathons refurbished

Dropping megatons of verbage

Hosting telethons of courage

Homemade teleprompters urgence.

Holy helicopter surgens

Only hell is topped with virgens

Hold me yell and stop them urges

All WE, fail, in godless churches.

 

(Please forgive my stupid questions, and my ignorent mindless ranting, and my lack of understanding, but what’s the purpose of redacting?)