The Poetry Marathon

Recipe for Unconditional Love

1. Rescue dog from a shelter
2. Foster dog (one, two or three)
3. Pregnancy via your best friend
4. California King bed
5. Music

First, go to a high kill animal shelter. Select one or two dogs using heart and intuition.

Wait one year for dogs to decompress and feel secure in your home. Aromatherapy, dog beds, bully sticks and dog massage strongly encouraged. 

Contact a couple dog rescues. Apply to be a foster parent. Wait several weeks before you finally “foster fail”. 

Marinate in love for approximately 5-7 years.

Buy a California King bed before proceeding with recipe. Warning: This is absolutely necessary.

Get pregnant by your best friend. One time will do, I did it twice.

Surround bed with pillows.

Buy pet stairs leading up to bed.

Play music.

Sleep in.

Laugh.

 

Eat in bed.

 

Dream together.

 

 

 

#Prompt2

Hour 2: Prompt 2: Recipe for Happiness

1 cup of memories

2 cups of love

3 cups of self esteem

4 cups of honesty

 

Mix all together. Stir in memories with love.

Sprinkle self esteem.

Always remember to bake with full honesty.

Enjoy.

When the Clouds Pass

It seemed like darkness knew no end…

Heavy charcoal clouds, predicting inclement weather,

were still and solid.

The air was laden with moisture and foreboding.

The smell of ozone prevailed for somewhere,

far away, lightning spawned like firecrackers.

But here, there is only waiting.

Prompt One

one of the valiant
born into the silent generation
you did not sit quietly

as your question burned
across the country
one that took so long to ask

like a leaf on a tree
that flames with the sun’s touch
and paints the future

a brighter tint

you and the other famous four
fed the roots of this country’s tree
branched off into new limbs

that we hang on now

A Happy Marriage

1. Respect

2. Affection

3. understanding

4. empathy

5. Partnership

Seek partnership with a person you can respect, who will understand your struggles and feelings. Marinate them in affection each day. Throw away the timer because tomorrow isn’t promised.

2: Sunflowers

If sadness grows
a sunflower
then what of anger
what of grief

A garden grows
a field
faces the sun
and glows

Recipe for a Breakup

Take some months, maybe years and stir it up in a container larger than you think you’ll need. The ingredients will rise and fall, so don’t be alarmed.

Add some fights, to taste

Sprinkle in some disappointment

Maybe an infidelity or two

Add some tears, a tablespoon at a time

Set a timer, although the timer will always be wrong

It’ll be ready when everything is broken and there’s nothing left to save.

Although it may leave a bitter aftertaste, no amount of sugar will save it.

Walk away before you know it’s done. If you wait for it to be well done, it’ll always be charred along the edges.

Take some more time. Lick your wounds. Wash the dishes. Walk away.

Poem 2 | {N-dimethyltryptamine}

By Ajanta Judd All Rights Reserved – 12am Australian EST – No Prompt

 

{N-dimethyltryptamine}

 

I’m invoking my DMT

so I can float in a sea of bliss

so that I can escape from all of this

in this place – at this time

to a state which is sublime –

far removed from the maddening crowd

at least in this household

at least in this place

where space is a commodity

where validation is a rare gem

where energy floats dysregulated

settling densely in the dust

lying thick on the furniture

drifting insipidly amid the noise

of mindless video games

weighing heavily in the disquiet

of sedentary beings

I’m invoking my DMT

so I can float in a sea of bliss

and escape all this

 

 

The Second Wave

Daughters of the founders

Cousins and mothers of the third

The invisible crest

The unheard

”Be anything you want”

”Be smart”

”Be Pretty”

”Be nice”

”Be good”

”Lean In”

So everybody can surf the amplitude

of your energy

your efforts

your quiet indignation

Frolicking in the froth

Never checking

for the women

Crashed

broken into a trough

Prompt one: Helen’s Horse

Helen’s Horse

~willjxn~

 

Darkness is her relevance;

sitting blindly on the glooming.

One magnolia on her lap.

Her Trojan horse— stark silence looming.

 

Constellations— worlds unseen.

Symphonies,  loud silence neighing.

Arion— his presence stirring,

Courageously, she rides his back.