The Poetry Marathon

Hour 2, prompt 2 Ingredients

My childhood tasted like favoritism,
fresh, hot-off-the-grill patriarchy seasoned,
guiltless bites of “don’t talk so loud,
don’t have that opinion, don’t show that much skin.”

Devouring a life long diet of “stop crying” and
“no one will love you if you eat like that.”

Partially cooked platters of hypocrisy and conditional love.

So, I hid chocolate under my pillow and snuck out
to find validation from boys who never loved me.
All the while, consuming half chewed snack packs of “I hate my mother.”

As a child, my mother encouraged us to feast on the words of God,
to consume hate and discrimination by the handful because,
according to her, my white skin was the only worthwhile thing about me.

It wasn’t long before I started to feed myself from the books I read.
To twist compassion around my fork twines
and slurp up empathy was a singular revolution for my soul.

When I tasted diversity for the first time,
I knew that I’d never get enough.

Recipe For a Lost Love

Recipe ingredients 

 Distance 

Time 

Complacency 

Inertia 

Frustration 

 

Ingredient 1. Is mixed in with everything else,  

Ingredient 2 seasons. 

3 and 4 are tossed into the recipe, both compliment each other perfectly 

But it is 5 that gives it its punch  

 

Method

It was distance of so far for so long

that our love just lost all its heat 

It was time that spoke most, the day after day, more like friends than lovers 

I had somehow grown to enjoy the solitude, lived both lives single and in love 

Certain it was not forever, that time would bring us back again 

Stronger for having made it through 

I didn’t realise her heart had already risen 

Not for us as lovers now but for us as almost so 

Frustration is the prime ingredient of a broken heart 

the what if, the questions 

That sprinkle throughout the whole stack of emotions 

That the glaze of tears that are dried out by grief 

But what hurts most, is knowing 

I did not take enough care, thinking it all so simple 

So straightforward, the recipe of love 

Being maths, measures and doses 

The recipe of love, requires a devoted hand 

It was distance for far too long, that love lost its heat 

More friends now, than lovers 

Two hearts, no longer stirred 

 

My Key – Prompt 1

I loved the way you painted us

Battling wicked fathers

and blood thirsty demons

Our bodies that were

fat-bearing enemies,

begging for war.

You painted us

with legs that ran fast

with voices that belted

and I a key nestled right in my palm.

So I could lock all of my demons behind.

2020 Poetry Marathon, Hour 2

Hour 2 prompt: The recipe thing. I listed my ingredients, then followed the recipe (sort of).

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A Recipe For Protection – Hour 2, Prompt 2

A Recipe for Protection
You will need:

1 contraction of perseverance
2 small rocks – your favorite
1 beetle carapace or chitinous exterior
1 gram of love
1 Large AA Egg

Set the contraction of perseverance aside, it is important to have it ready.

Grabbing a bowl the size of your heart and place the beetle carapace inside
Its interior shell should face the heavens, reflecting hidden colors in the kitchen light
Taking a silver needle, pierce the egg, do not remove the needle. Leaking is okay.
Sprinkle your love over the perseverance and the beetle carapace in equal parts
And sing the song of your heart. It’s okay if it doesn’t make sense.
While you sing grind the shell between two small rocks, preferably ones you like
Let them grind the beetle into dust and then keep grinding them,
Using your perseverance and love grind them into dust.
Let sit 20 minutes and remove the needle from the egg.

Take what remains of the egg, for much has probably leaked out,
Pour it over the dust through the small hole from the needle
Do not break the shell.

Stir well until the mixture has incorporated the egg into a paste
Smear it on the photo of that you wish to protect and bury it somewhere secret.
And deep.
Don’t tell anyone about this, just be there for the one you want to protect
Let them come to you with their troubles
And remember to go to someone with your own.

Mother Ear hour 1

What will be left

When finally his turn is done

With what’s left of her

From the clench of

His vice like grip

Dripping with plaque

Will we get there in time?

Will she still be alive?

If we bring the non-doctors

And tell her to please not cry

That everything will be alright

Once we free her from his wretched control

Will there be nothing left of our selfless Mother,

and the only home that we know?

Menly tears

Ever get that one tear from nowhere,

Exposing all your fears,

From the deepest depths,

They reappear

Ready,

To finish the job they started,

Trying to attract sadness to haunt you,

Anxiety to taunt you,

And depression,

Gives you a 4 foot cord called suicide,

Your memory will live to haunt others too

~Ropa

My Paterfamilias

                 My Paterfamilias

I was humbly and hungrily

Waiting for a day like this.

To see joy sparkling everywhere

In my heart.

And never thought of being angry

For waiting too long

For a day like this.

I was always thirsty

To drink the cup of joy

Fed by my pater.

I was always longing to have joy,

Boldly written in capital letters

And glued to my heart

With the color of joy . . .

By my pater.

There I have today,

That will always give me a happy tomorrow.

For I have been fed to the fullest,

By the man

That never missed any chance,

To break an egg

And make me a being,

In the womb of my carrier.

Thank you Dad!

For this everlasting day of joy.

 

 

Quick and Easy Recipe To be a Functioning Version of Myself

Level: Easy
Total: 24 hr
Prep: 10 min
Cook: 12 hr
Yield: 1 You

Ingredients:
50mg Sertraline
20mg Propranolol
12.5 mg Meclizine
25 mg Sumatriptan
0.25 mg Norgestimate and Ethanol Estradiol
200 mg Ibuprofen (as needed)
50 mg Tramadol (optional)
3 cups of Water

Directions:

1 – Preheat yourself to 98.6 degrees F.
Sift the Sertraline, Norgestimate and Ethanol Estradiol,
and Propanolol into a medium bowl. Set aside.

2 – Drink 1 cup of water. Gradually pour the mixture into your mouth,
mixing until incorporated. Let simmer.

3 – Once melted, use a rubber spatula to fold in meclizine and Sumatriptan
until steady. Bake for 30 minutes or until a toothpick inserted into the center
comes out clean. Cool on a wire rack for 5 minutes. Turn over.

4 – Top off with toasted pieces of ibuprofen to add crunch (to your taste).
For more sweetness, add a dollop of tramadol on the side.

5 – Wrap in plastic wrap. You’re best served the next day.

Recipe for a good day

1. Books

2. Tea

3. Pyjamas

4. Ecstasy

5. Rain