The Poetry Marathon

Don’t leave me

The challenge that everyone does because of the boredom corona has caused

I once asked mother nature why has thou afflicted us with such a curse and she said you never have time for yourself nor your loved ones the only you all care about is money

You even neglected me when last was i trimmed, well taken care of and fed with manure, when last did you call to check up on your loved ones

Sorry for those whose lives will be lost it wasn’t by my hand but y’all are unyielding are sometimes it takes a very disastrous circumstance for you to start caring about one another

After all families can be together and enjoy their parents, children can be at home and be loved by their instead of hearing the lashes of canes daily

Also don’t leave me it’s all about how good your rhyme is

Some say i went to check the master piss (master piece)this brought so many laughter to people’s face as they shouted don’t leave me

She brought it to tell us even when this period is over we shouldn’t neglect our loved ones and also care for everyone and everything from the plants to animals to the neighbours, our children and everyone around us whether the person has brought smile to our faces or not.

Ivy League

She stands, tall,

slim, brown-haired,

heart in throat,

hands in hair,

quietly talking to air

madness reigns

in academia

ink stains and words

stuck in her chest,

waiting to get out

hour 8 poem 8 cptsd edition : what we make is a reflection of what weve absorbed

–its inescapable this poem for example
wears blue eye shadow    big hair    star-loop
earrings  because its stuck in the 80s   :    so is the author

8. Emoji Poetry (Please add emoji translation)

I pray for respect love and freedom

While the world celebrates victory, I hold my forehead in shame.

The UK is banning the US.

Parties are no longer condoned.

It is as if we look at the heavens with sunglasses on,

still in awe of just how curious and foolish we humans truly are.

 

#9 Summer of Wounds

Twig snaps underfoot and
leaves sashay
to the ground
on an autumn-like summer day

makes me crave that pumpkin
spice, cinnamon harvest,
jack-o-lantern family.

Makes me haunt that memory
of apple clove plug-ins
releasing their cozy, homey
scent into my new, adult world,

into my first apartment after graduating
from college. The small, dark
cave-like space
had a balcony just big enough for
a chair so I kept it bare.

My galley kitchen
boasted fluorescent light
and a freezer with ice
build-up squeezing out
frozen Healthy Choice dinners.

It’s the kitchen I was in
when I sliced off the edge of my thumb
while cutting an apple.
I’d just returned from the gym
and I lived alone,
but then, I was strong,
so strong
I didn’t panic. I reattached
my fingerprint, and pressed a
damp paper towel over the
amputation. The bleeding ceased
quickly and a good witch somewhere
did a spell and Abracadabra!
When I lifted the towel to check
my injury, my finger had already
begun to repair itself.
My body made glue, and the tip
of my thumb was preserved
without even a scar
as proof of the accident.

This is what it means to
live alone.
You could die
and nobody would believe
it happened.

Prompt 9, Hour 9

Write a poem containing at least five of the following ten words. If you want it can include all ten words. If this prompt seems at all familiar, it is probably because we do it every year, just with different words.

Firefly

Bottle

Mask

Porridge

Zoom

Lethargy

Treeline

Heat

Strange

Cottage

A SET OF THREE

tulip fields
reviving my dead
inner child

mountain in spring
my lungs fill
with laughter

sunlight on the trees
outside my window
where did world peace go

Agenda

If you can’t serve it by the slice
it isn’t real coffee
so sayeth myself
to anyone who will listen
If I have guests, it also serves as
warning-shot across the bow
for those faint of arabica heart

It is a good day when the java
comes from the carafe like
the meat off a Thanksgiving bird
plated in a mug that I can take
outside, my backyard deck

fragrances mingling
fresh brew, grass-caressing dew
cream and sugar
sparrow chatter and crow caw
a day coming to life
me coming to life
life coming to life

I need a vintage
percolator to rub
conjuring up barista genie
granting me my every
caffeinated desire
But I will settle for
more mornings
more nights with which
to anticipate
more mornings
more coffee
times to contemplate
the ‘how’ practicality
of making my coffee
sliceable

– Mark L. Lucker
© 2020
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Contradictions (hour 7, prompt 7)

She’s made of strength and moonlight
A midnight rose of thorns
You might think she’s got a halo
But it’s held up by some horns
Wildflowers and willows
Clovers blowing in the wind
A soul that’s made for loving
With a body made for sin
She knows that she’s too much for most
And alone she’ll always be
She might be strength personified
And made of mystery
But it will never be enough
For anyone to stay
So while she’s made of moonlight
Look closer; it’s all pain.
~Mandy Kocsis©2020~

Emoji Love

Protecting myself and I am proud of me.

Walking my own path, even if it means being alone.

The flowers and even the seashells call me, remind me of my lucky

life – full of hot drinks, books, clothes, the trappings of an existence.

Grounded in a life-giving bread and sweet fruits,

I can escape the worm and blossom into my own beauty.