The Poetry Marathon

#1 Love More Than Enough

As I open my eyes in the morning,
Down on my knees, head bowing.
The new breath of life I am taking.
It is a gift coming from heaven.

I don’t deserve it even just a bit.
Whatever I have is grace from above.
Forever I will be grateful as long as I live.
Nothing is impossible by His mercy and grace.

I will praise Him in song.
I will rejoice in His blessings.
I will be forever thankful.
For all the things He has done.

Our vessels are now full.
And no longer will be empty.
He fixes all the wrong in us.
His love is more than enough.

What Do I Know Of Fame? Prompt 1-Hour 1

In times of old, a woman’s worth was quite easy to define
If she was “good” and didn’t speak or step one foot out of line.
If she served her husband or her country that was plenty for the time.
Still, a woman could be famous, sticking out in ways that lead to death.

Then time passed and her worth grew and shrank in ways unexpected
She could be a queen or simple folk who grew to be respected.
Eventually, in cinema, a woman’s worth would often be reflected
by love, not death, and how she stood, against the system cinema erected.

Presidents and principalities became horrified by woman’s plucky positions.
They created rules meant to cage and burned them for any poor dispositions.
And yet the strong could not be made weak by men who made their missions
Destroying woman who just desired the right to have a right.

As worth transformed and work transformed, platforms for women grew,
To the point that I am asked to share a story of one I personally knew.
What do I know of fame or influence? What strength of femme can I do?
I’m not that special on my own but I can feel their power in my bones.

While I’ve never gotten to know a woman cursed with fame,
I’ve seen them throughout history with spirits wreathed in flame.
They never fail to do what’s right, they are impossible to tame.
A woman’s worth goes beyond her station, her influence can shape a nation.
And while I’ve never known one personally, thanks to their power
I can hope to be a woman who sticks out with influence on history.

No Justice, No Peace -Haiku (HR 1)

She Danced

I watched as he broke her heart,

Stood her up,  tore her apart.

He did it like it was a skillful art.

He told her she was his breath and life,

he wanted her to be his wife,

He threw away those words like a guilty knife.

If she had only known at the start,

she would have armed herself for the fight.

But, I watched her rise,  watched her wounds heal,

She bore the pain,  and it was surreal

to see her gather what he tried to steal.

I watched her eyes grow wise and deep,

there were no cries of wounded pique.

not once did she let him see her weep.

I saw a strength so catching and real,

I knew there was somewhere she carried this deep.

Then it was by pure chance,

I saw her dance.

The pain ebbed out in glorious beauty,

every note doing its duty,

The loss, the tears, the guilt and the shame,

Out of each move the flowing came,

I saw her divine a patterned advance,

when I saw her dance.

 

 

 

Influencer

Sister

Strong, Enduring

Hurting, Helping, Hiding

Love, Envy, You, Pride, Hope

Angry, Fighting, Wishing

Mysterious, Indomitable

Woman

Hour 1 Janice

What I remember most about her is
The smell of coffee crawling through our house,
Like fog, the first thing every morning; this,
And the burping percolator, of course.

#1 ~ Heart On Hold

Broken heart
tears now fall.
I do not under
stand at all.

Why the pain
am I alone?
No more joy
within my home.

I’m alone
where are you?
What am I
supposed to do?

Yes, heaven has
called your name.
How can I
ever be the same?

Oh, when my name
is called we’ll be.
Rejoined as one
for eternity.

1. Spell To Name Your Muse

Sweet smoke from the burner, handcrafted incense high.

Roses tumble in the air you are rising through,
and saints and lost things: keys earrings brilliant ideas

close your eyes rearrange your senses follow smoke

until her name appears spelled in stars or honey

or hummed by passing weeds or singing
from a new tattoo on your palm.

Goddess From Heaven

i. Oh Little Heaven

Oh Little Heaven, Here’s the message

We found a land of love, midst the worn down dystopian desert.

The Land of Hardworking men, The Land of loyal people

No wonder, it’s the land of the saline princess Lavaana in her teen.

The name must be on history, for being an angel in deeds and words

Seeking peace and hating greed, must be a goddess.

Birds chirping in agreement to her laughs,

Winds yearning to caress her fairy brown hair, hip long.

 

Oh Little Heaven, sometimes she joins the reapers in harvest,

More pretty on farmers cloths looking prettier, the charm still on.

 

Oh Little Heaven, Oh Little heaven we’re enlightened to deliver the message

The tiny angels flew up the sky, singing.

H.1 – MAD DONNA

She’s all hair and brains selling

hunger to sweet young minds

 

Teasing, tempting hot young

bodies, wet and thirsty on the

dance floor.

 

Notes pounding through her

through them, a rhythm stretching

between lips, syncing.

 

Stretched and snipped, holding

youth in a jar, pointing her chest

out into the stars.