Let the light in
Have it shine all over you
for the world to see.
Because maybe then things won’t seem so life or death;
maybe it’ll all finally coalesce
& you can stop finding the solutions to your adversity
at the bottom of a jack & coke.
Clause Zits (Hour 12)
Enclosed. Never me.
I do not have a closet.
I have a clause set.
I set clauses because closets can be clogging-up our process.
Or our progress can be compromised by counter claims and crosses.
No need for closets, only secret Santa clauses,
Be free and just be, never shut-in your prowess.
Dreams may end up with mothballs and cobwebs,
And ourselves made to hang in old suits in closets.
I cannot be hid in closets.
I am spotting hidden clauses.
I will never hide my gains,
Just to not remind your losses.
Burning everybody’s closets.
the body #2023poetrymarathon #prompthour14
What should we do with the body
After the vultures have gone
Poked, prodded and abandoned
Of all dignity shorn.
The crematoriums are bursting
The pyres have all been lit
They fill the graves and rivers
Hoping the gods do their bit
(Where do the gods go, then
Those to whom you pray
What can we do with the bodies
That burden us today?)
I thought I’d say a few words
Mumbled in my head
You sought to drown your grief
In speechlessness instead
We’ve finally become immune
To Death, breathless and bawdy
We look but do not – cannot – see
Because we know not the body
(Where do the gods go, then
Those to whom you pray
What can we do with the bodies
That burden us today?)
We sigh and shake our heads
We protest to alleviate pain
We drown desperation in scotch and ice
And talk of how much it rains.
The petrichor returns each morning
Masking the stench of decay
But what shall we do with that body
That refuses to go away?
Hour 7
I’m hoping to catch up soon!
Hour 7
The best poems are almost the ones without words
A ceiling that had glow in the dark stars
But they forgot one before painting over it
The flowers growing in cracks of the sidewalk
The art of carving God’s hand reaching out to Adam
Onto a pink eraser to be a stamp
They way your lovers hand feels in yours
#Prompt 14 – 2023
No Escape
Away from the madness
Yet still connected
To those that want to see you
And what you do
Your life lived in full view
Shared to give others a clue
As to the real me
The one you want them to see
Editing is the key
The perfect image
At the right time
Portraying a lifestyle so divine
That they can never compete
[inspired by the image]
Redacted …
Hour 13 – Without
Without
Can I capture a black hole
before that which it has swallowed?
Can I capture nothing
before having the world between my teeth?
And if I have not done so,
why must I feel this absence?
I thought we only knew a word
by its antonym–
only know darkness for the light,
cliches for original thought.
Yet I feel this loneliness
without knowing the kinder twin.
Would I be so bold to name it love?
No.
Rather, laughter, or comfort, or you.
Hour 14 – Reading through – Image Prompt
Reading your poems
All over again is what I cherish
Spoken from the heart, hits the right emotion
I see you through them for I know you love words
I do not see your rhyming verses often
But I love the treasure I have
I am blessed to have kept them through
For they are etched in my heart forever.
Censorship
This requires more thinking
Star and Micey poem
“The floor is lava”, the band plays, la da da da, all the local artists fill the dance floor. It’s exploding with creativity. The final song from star and Micey. The view of genuine inspiration floods the girl at the concert writing this poem. The poets third time to enjoy this band live. And neither times were they planned.they say the Third time is a charm. Meant to be melodies and random adventures that lead to the views every poet longs for. Oh the gratitude of being in my hometown. A place I belong. Cheers to Memphis, TN. #901 day
Old People Gang Activities (14)
Swinging at the retirement village
Writing Jenean all the way out of the will
Saying ‘I never cared for them’ about so many
Riding the motorized carts
Getting the cane with the wolf face on it
snarling and with pearly eyes
Showing old tattoo with the titties on it to grandson
gotten while in the Navy, nearly died from infection
one-upping the Iraq youngins with war stories
Two words: USS Indianapolis
the only reason you don’t believe they were there
Is that you’re just absolutely godless and liberal
driving extra slowly in the fast lane
church hat collection filling a whole closet
farting whenever and wherever
‘forgetting’ about the bills
and the 18th great grandchild
borne by Janice, who couldn’t wait
who is definitely her mother’s child
not theirs.