The Poetry Marathon

YOU’RE SHEEPLE TOO – Hour 8

 

YOU’RE SHEEPLE TOO

 

the whole world fits between your fingers

and that’s OK by you

the sheep tread up the corporate ladder one by one

mothers making daughters, fathers making sons

 

a million obligations

creep up the shores to drown you with a shrug

a pregnant pause before every agreement

you might resent them for asking

but you hate yourself for saying Yes

 

so you drink up today’s obligations

a sheep stepping steeply to success

with endless voids inside, 

hungry chasms gnashing madly

they whisper within you and they multiply

 

you scoff and look around the supermarket

“what a bunch of sheeple,” you think.

Hour 8 Prompt 8 . Faith

WILD.

Jungle animals giving a sight
Traipsing through the trees,wild
Unafraid of wandering ghosts
Scared are the humans
Brave are the game beasts.

#8 Haiku

Kindness is a valued virtue
Spread it and sprinkled with much love
Give and receives in lots

Love is the greatest gift
It’s  in four corners of the world.
Give and receives it abundantly

Celebrating Emojis!

All other expressions be on your way, Why isn’t there a day to celebrate words?
A day for all the language🧐

But it’s nice to celebrate something new,
Rejoice in the use of the emoji✌️
Emojis definitely brighten up a tweet✨, To tell everyone you are: “allergic to 🦞
Not just one you can have a few,
Instead of an insult why not a you ! Although we shouldn’t make travelling easy,
Thinking of that nastiness makes me🤮

Emojis are cool creations,
Enabling all nations –

To interact without language + verbs

+ grammar,

Not a communication

In the works !
A new language to appreciate, So EQ emoji before it’s too !? !!!

With this poem I think👩‍🎓

Cipher

Smiley Face.
Kissy Face.
Eye Rolls and such.
These emoji expressions
confuse me so much.

Are you trying to be cute?
or are you sharing your heart?
I feel quite at a loss
when I read text-speak art.

I want to believe that a
means you love me.
But without those 3 words

I am only left wondering.

Hour 8

In a few weeks I will go off-
grid. I will hang in a hammock
supported by trees I have not named
and will likely ignore except
when I thank them for their
small sacrifice of bark
because I am not adept at camping
nor survival, aside from the
few moments I was forced to
endure
But that is a story for another time,
another poem.

Whatever This Is — Hour 8

O, Captain, my Captain!

Our scream wave half ship left tended

blow tornado blow! half ship entropy metal partay

right soon half ship anchor ear-bell prithee

hear-bell thy kit-kat chorus

dash dash lookie half ship equals for sooth

duh face on guard

 

Prompt Eight (8): Will Two Cups of this Poison Do? [Hour 8]

Will two cups of this poison do?

Only if one cup is not poisoned?

Or if both are.

You go first!

Who poisoned them?

I thought you did?

Did you?

Not that I recall?

I don’t drink tea or coffee?

Do you drink poison?

Every time I watch Fox News.

2020 Poetry Marathon, Hour 8

Emoji aren’t my thing, so I went to the random prompt generator for this one from 2016: Write a poem of praise. It can be praising a person, a place, or a thing…

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Never was

When you said you loved only me
I held on to your words and to you

When you said you lost me
I blamed myself and I let you go

When you held her and vowed to love her

I knew then…
You never loved me
You never lost me

Because you were never there at all.