The Poetry Marathon

Hour 2, Prompt 2 – A Little Bit of…

 

1. Excitement (enough to be the life of the party)
2. Two handfuls of good wishes
3. A sprig of time
4. A spoonful of delicate care
5. An eyeful of spiced fun

 

First, warm excitement under sunlight

until nice and soft.

Then add all your good wishes, and incorporate well.

You’re looking for agreeable suppleness.

 

Next, rub time between your palms. Feel it’s crisp fragility.

Release its essential oils before adding to your mix.

 

Separately beat delicate care with spiced fun;

let it emulsify before adding to the other fixings.

 

Tricky as this recipe may be,

give it your best intention

for a moment well spent.

 

 

doctor’s appointment

wake up
shower
shave
eat something neutral
brush teeth
go into a dark cave
sit as a lotus
wait
allow the dankness to soothe you
listen to the constant clicking of bats
hope this time their chatter will be helpful
conjure up the end of times
scream louder than you have done before
breath in “I calm myself”
breathe out smile
time to go

#2 – Recipe for Disaster

Handed down through generations,

This recipe is unique to each, yet gives similar results. Here’s mine –

Take a child, aged at least 4 years. Go for a 2-3 year old if you are feeling adventurous.

Begin with adding one strict work deadline.

Add a little bit of unfinished laundry and a dozen dirty dishes,

Mix the child with some candy/cake/chocolate (anything will do as long as it has sugar).

You will notice the mixture begin to bubble violently.

At this point, sprinkle a few Lego pieces for an extra punch.

Add a few swear words to taste, preferably muttered under the breath.

The mixture should be boiling now.

Immediately add some loud warnings, (the ‘1-2-3’ warning gives the best flavor) before the solution spills over.

The boiling  will reduce to simmering.

Your dish is ready.

Serve with a side of prayers and tired tears.

 

Works best if prepared at nighttime.

 

– Prachi S

Hi All… Wishing you all positive enery as you write today and tomorrow.

10am

It’s just not an easy word
It makes my skin crawl
everytime I hear it
Makes me cry because I know
You’re not coming back

I’ve gotten close to so many
Some are still here
some gone and
some are in transition
What a miserable word

I don’t understand how this
is part of God’s design for my
life.
Why does everyone do this?
why can’t you do the opposite?

Like a caged bird I have to
set you free.
I’d rather keep your feathers
bright and glossy
but I can’t

I’d rather you return to me
teach me more lessons
But instead-

I’ll see you coursing the skies from afar
never coming near again, but always there
on the outside looking in
there if I need someone to talk to
but not able to reply again

There it is again
my skin’s crawling
It’s getting closer and closer
Is there a way to push it back?

We’ve had a good run-
we’ve learned from each other
I’m not going to stand in your way
You have to go where led.

The time is at hand and I know
this is it.
I don’t want to say it
I can’t say it
I can tell you have a hard time
with it too.
Let’s just make it short and sweet

Goodbye

Mixture

First, take what survived germination,
Salvaging senses of self,
Sieving out tempers and traumas,
Smooth fractured surfaces,
Compact all together for the next stage.

Second, place on the lowest shelf,
Wait protracted periods to notice a rise,
When sinking occurs wait longer,
Be careful lest ingredients turn on themselves,
Not every mixture makes it past this point.

Third, notice which form is being taken
Poignant possibilities or none at all,
Casino kitchen bordered with fate,
Some change and some remain,
Nothing looks like the book’s examples.

Fourth, now some can begin to split off,
Luring and enticing variety into its mix
Such a composition, volatile at best
Changing it forever or spreading too thin
Yet fermenting a crust to show outside.

Finally, the process is always too quick,
Mistakes build unexpected taste,
Recipe is fixed and too late to change,
Carrying off with garnished presentation,
Never able to explain the steps you put in.

Hour 2: Recipe for Heartache

You’ll need, 

1. Love 
2. Desperation 
3. Music 
4. Musings 
5. Hope 

Use a good deal of love, don’t be shy and pour in your entire heart 

Now let it sit and turn sour 

A few hours 

Before it turns it to desperation, 

And aspirations, rise to melancholic notes

‘Oh how she dotes, and quotes my favorite lines’

Say it with sighs, and that brings us to rueful musings 

Pick a bowl of your choosing,

And pour the last of your hope 

Viola! 

Does it hurt yet? 

Dreams of a poet

My heart is in a bit of a mess right now

Trying to find out where my calling is
I write poems and i feel delighted as i express my feelings

But despite all this i still have a duty to those who bore me

Their intention i become a lawyer and stand before judges

But i see myself creating a name for myself like the poets Maya Angelou and others
I want to be able to command authority with authority and make myself known around the world

I want to create a place in which there will be no sorrow and pain

I want to mould hearts and making us one living in togetherness bound by love and not race

But deep down i know being in the court will make me bound by some rules

I will have to live my life based on the rule of law and the codes of a lawyer and not by how many lives i can impact on or change the world with the words from my voice

But as i try i know it’s a gamble and only one can win and that’s passion i will get their degree and make them proud and i will still preach my gospel to the world against all odds

Hour 2 Recipe for Mental Freedom

What you will need

1. Peace of mind
2. A place to live
3. A body of water
4. A scenic view
5. Serenity

Let’s try a new dish,

How about a piece of mental freedom,

You would think all we need is peace of mind.

We need a little more than that in these times,

But please make sure you have enough because we might need a ton,

A place to live is always a good touch,

And a body of water to calm the mind.

That’s what I’m talking about,

Add a little more of that peace of mind,

A scenic view to escape to will do just fine.

Don’t be afraid, you know we need more,

Keep pouring that peace of mind,

Make sure you mix it well it has to be just right.

Finally, we can add a little bit of that serenity,

Now let’s put it in to bake,

We will see how that mental freedom takes shape.

Mmmm mmmm, that peace of mind sure smells delightful,

That place to live gave it the right scent,

And that body of water makes even more enticing.

I just can’t wait for that scenic view to bake right on in,

I hope it makes you feel more at ease,

That serenity will definitely make you go head over heels.

All done and ready now would you look at that,

It came out just right on the first try,

A piece of cake and in no time.

I hope you remember the recipe for next time,

I’m sure you will need it another time,

But for now enjoy your piece of mental freedom.

Sonnet 25

Thy serpent tongue twists all thy truths to lies

And devil’s gleam lies content in thyne eye,

But that won’t shift my heart: I fail to try,

For when thou art near, what I feel, oh my!

I know thou cheat: life is a game to thee

Where all who surrounds ye is pushed and     pulled.
That is what thou do to the heart of me!

I see thee, talk to thee- happiness filled.
I don’t care if they say thou art a fox,

One that shall only break my unseen heart:

Loving thee has made me strong as an ox,

Losing thee shall cause pain with I’d ne’er part.

Though my love for thou doth thrive in sin,

Do know that nothing can change what’s     within.

10:00 AM Poem

Elizabeth Wingert