24 Poems ~ 24 Hours
little creatures live throughout the world still unseen
water and woods, fire and sky pixies live all over
the nymphs create their scenes and hide all in scene
all creatures seek their preferred and secure cover
when big people seek to see the elves be keen
if you are not you will find none you duffer
big people might do better to just drink poteen
know that both big and small belong to earth mother
That alarm clock rings down to my very soul
Every morning with that infernal toll
I hate it so much that I forget
Just how lucky I am to see another sunrise
Still, I can hit the snooze button and close my eyes
for nine more minutes.
A small spark and then a roar
A dancing collection of orange
Cracking and warming us
Soon the flames lower
They stop climbing
They start resting
Almost yawning as they go
Soon just embers
A soft glow dimming
Soon to be completely gone
Yay getting a poem done during the hour it is supposed to be done again!! This feels good
LOVE
it dies of blemishes, of atrophy, of exhaustion …
Left on the table
In the kitchen with
Too many windows,
The air thickens,
Hot,
Muggy.
Puts one in a salty mood.
In time a white patch will appear,
Then the mold sets in … green.
No one notices.
From within, around the seed,
The heart.
There is decay
From being ignored.
On the wall the clock ticks
Closer to indifference.
TobeTTÂ # 20
“Stopping by the Woods” response by Mandy Austin Cook
the road less travelled
I walked through shoes
bearing holes
changing soles
I walked through jeans
acid washed and skinny
I walked through doors
old and new
I walked upon this earth
a girl laced in poison
breaking through
every misconception.
C. Churchill
Ghost Karma Episode 2
Tommy realised he was dead
He tried to get up
Tommy realised he was a ghost
He saw his dead body
On the ground
His ghost chased David
Followed him
Found his home
Tommy possessed David’s body
To make him miserable
If I have to explain to you
why
I’m speaking one tongue
instead of the other
just because you’re
uncomfrotable,
it’s likely that any other
conversation we have
may
be absolutely
uninteresting to me
Dear ten-year-old me,
Let’s get down to business shall we?
Firstly, take off the fake leather jacket,
It doesn’t look good, you look like a pretentious maggot,
We both know you’re only one of those,
Stop crying out “I know! Miss I know the answer”
It was a rhetorical question, you chancer,
And when you get something wrong,
Don’t cry, please don’t , you look like such a fool,
Don’t even get me started on the swimming pool,
Nobody likes it when you act so condescending,
Your massive ego is never-ending,
You just expect everything to go your way,
It won’t, so please just stop,
And grow the hell up
And I know this is cruel,
But I’m glad I’m not you,
— 13-year-old me
True survival means that you find the best of things
Even from my childhood I learned this to be true
Mom was a stranger but I’m thankful that I am alive
I couldn’t stay with Grandma but the best I have of her thrives
He violated my spirit yet the best of soul survived
They thought they could contain me but I could not be denied
A rose in cement, yes I grew and from the ashes revived
Statistics say I would not grow up strong, but look I have have arrived.
jj2019 2019 Poetry Marathon