The Poetry Marathon

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]

 

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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.

 

Summertime sadness

Before popping off,

I just thought you deserved to know

you’re the best thing i could have ever done.

It’s been indescribable being

with you.

 

Now it’s time to part ways & see where it leads.

It’s no one’s fault, really;

things just grow apart no matter how

much you want them to remain conjoined.

 

But just know when all is said & done,

you’ll be here

again

by my side

& that’ll be all she wrote.

 

No more sorrow,

pity,

hatred,

adversity,

inquity,

just the two of us

floating in a world of catharsis.