The Poetry Marathon

Poem 1 | {Influence.her}

By Ajanta Judd All Rights Reserved – 11pm Australian EST

Prompt: Write a poem about a famous woman or an influential woman you know personally

 

{Influence.her}

Well I had something else in mind

but as soon as I saw the prompt I thought of you

so uplifting, real and courageous

so knowledgeable and intelligent

it was you that I wanted and no-one else would do

I could listen to you endlessly

your entertaining banter

your humour and quick wit

and all the while the trials you have overcome

where others have attempted to curtail you

but there would be no holding you down

you stand for women’s rights

you stand for everything that is right in this world

with such a prolific output, creative, talented and wise

a writer, comedian, broadcaster, actor, producer, political activist

a mother, a wife, a friend, a colleague

all contained in one neat inspirational package

you are a legend Sandi Toksvig!

Thank the stars above for people like you!

 

 

 

 

Hour 1: [dripping time] (Form: Haiku)

dripping time treasures
memories into future
reminisce the past

Emptiness

Can’t see a soul

My eyes still search

No one to talk, to tell

My lips moving, hearing them laugh

No one to hold,

Can’t hear everything’s right anymore

Thousands walk beside me

Still I walk alone

The emptiness inside, my only companion

My Dear Dora – Hour 1 Prompt

She raised her son and nephew
On a housekeeper’s pay
She made sure their hearts
Knew love every day

Her smile was so genuine
Her morals so strong
Her faith was divine
Each trait was life-long

She taught me that hard work
Paid off in the end
She showed me the value
Of being a good friend

I have tried every day
To be as strong as she
The utmost example
Of who I should be

My Great-Grandma Dora
My mentor, my light
With her memory to lead me
I know I’m alright

She gave me these gifts
I can only repay
By doing my best
To honor her way

Each day that I wake
I vow I will try
To make her the proudest
Angel in the sky

Angel on Earth (Hour 1, Prompt 1)

She did not have to do it.

She chose to anyway.

I was not family.

She didn’t have to stay.

She walked  beside me, through my most devastating days.

 

My mother’s battle with cancer was ending,

her days on earth were few.

There was so much work to do,

I was overwhelmed by pain and grief.

She walked besides me, providing sweet relief.

 

She helped me plan the funeral,

She helped me resolving the estate.

She gave me a place to sleep,

When the night watch was too great.

She walked beside me, a gift of love so sweet.

 

She knew my mother through their church,

Through my mother she knew me.

She walked beside me, an angel if I ever did see.

 

Poem 1

Turn away from the door

See me here as I lay

Had a life full of pain

Struck the match

Burnt the days.

Once in my youth

Life seemed sweet

Sunbeams long

Then days drag by

Man after man

Now sun is gone.

I drank it down
Laid head to ground
No more thinking
Blackened sound
As I drift off
Flies buzz round.

Invitations

The Dinner Party… a poem in 24 parts

20 line poetry… repeat words odd-numbered lines

 

Invitations

 

Only asking eight

What will I do

I have more friends than that

I guess for some, the next party will do

 

parchment paper

a fountain pen

International Gourmet Feast

I so happily pen

 

a chosen wine to bring

correlating with a particular course

and someone with bring champagne

that is a matter of course

 

a nine-plated meal

with a beverage to match

hoping my table’s enough

to avoid an elbowing match

 

Hooray! Everyone has RSVP’d

so now for stage 2

the shopping list

and table plans too

 

DeaBeePea  6-27-20

 

 

 

Wacky Waco

 

There once was a Texas town named Waco.

With an inferiority complex muy bueno.

But HGTV started airing Fix’er Upper,

And the town found many a fan and lover,

So Seattle snow birds will discover.

 

As a native Wacoan, who returned 20 years ago from the Intermountain West, I thought I would celebrate my hometown.

Poetic Prompt: Location 8:16 a.m. CDST

Her World

Bare feet
with dwindling heat,
entered this world
with hope of her own world.

The world,gloomy,grimmy
disheartened her,
every stride frightened her
despite she imagined her own world.

Rose queen
killed by her thorns,
left nothing to torn.
She rose again
with hope of her own world.

1: What Do We Need To Learn To Go Forward

We want to get back
always turning, looking
over a shoulder, a prayer
twist towards the ceiling
and sky. We topple to the
side, one or the other,
until we learn to look
down, center, pull in and
pull up, and then find
balance to look ahead
into the brightness.