The Poetry Marathon

Pizza

While Anthony Bourdain can be quoted,

“I don’t know if bar-b-que is the road to world peace,

but it’s a good start.”

I would also like to submit pizza as another avenue

 

The combinations of sauce, cheese, and toppings

are almost limitless

Fine dining could charge $50 per pie

while the corner shop asks for $2 per slice

 

The food of kings and teenagers

Appropriate for any celebration

and welcome at any meeting

The ultimate temptation to college students

 

Everyone is equal at the pizza table

Round like the table Arthur set for his knights

We come together for food, friends, conversation, and debate

Until the box is empty

1 / This Is How It Finds Us

This Is How It Finds Us

after Diana Khoi Nguyen

 

blue ruffle out on the bay

breaking briefly around one reef and

another

 

snagged

white shoreline rushing

and receding

 

with It.  How the juniper

rattles and loses

its buttons

 

and we think we don’t move

a fiber if we’re still

in our big wooly coat

Life’s Kaleidoscopic Hour 18

My life is full of color
a rainbow hue of joy
At night as light recedes
so the colors melt away

I prefer the bright yellow sun
to the darkness of the night
A myriad of visions
to dance before my eyes

The night extinguishes
kaleidoscope’s radiant art
I await the morn impatiently
to return its colors to my eyes

An art of it’s own

Mandala skies, shades of blue, purple and green. Paisley stars are painted over the mountains. As above so below the roots of the pine are meant to grow
In the shape of DNA
Everything is connected
It’s just beautiful
Seeing geometric
It’s a useful tool
Be open to new perspective
Listen and learn
Give
And earn
Be at peace with all
Self control is a must
And even when you fall
you still need to trust

She is dead (Prompt)#Hour 5

She is dead,

My tiny little potted plant

Her leaves scattered 

Just below the loft

 

Dry and lifeless she lay

Dead stalk shivering

As the wind swayed

The loft so high

 

Oh! Who could have done it?

I glared angry at the sun

You must have scorched

My poor plant to dust

 

Oh! Who could have done it?

I swore at the dripping hose 

You swamped my poor little thing

Flooded her roots

 

Oh! Who could have done it?

I accused the harsh winds

You shook her tender stalk 

Till she bent

 

Oh! Who could have done it?

I raged at the storm

Your lightning struck her 

Little spirit out 

 

Oh! Who could have done it?

I screeched at the pot

You suffocated her growing spirit

Stunted her to death

 

Her leaves rustled

As if greeting me for one last time

I could hear her whisper

But where were you?

Hour 6: Death comes as the end

It has atlast been proved beyond doubt
That earth is flat
What a victory for our flat-earth societies!
As the president of the world’s largest flat-earth society,
I had the privilege to be the first
To peep down and look what lurked underneath
Bursting with self-importance, I looked upon the round-earth societies
And looked down
What I saw gave me a heartattack and I tumbled down to my death
Alas! I could not tell the flat earth
What I see…

Hour 20: The daily grind

In morning’s gentle light, I rise with the sun,
A daily routine, a rhythm, begun.
With coffee’s warm embrace, I start the day,
To chase my dreams, in my own unique way

Through hours that follow, tasks neatly align,
A dance of duties, a life so defined. But in this routine, I find my own grace,
Each day a new canvas, a chance to make a painting new

Solitary

I’m being released
by my own congnizence
this morning,
that, rhyming naturally
is harder than it’s made to look.

No warnings issued, but
a few fellow poets
clanked on my cell
to let me know
I’d been seen,
and I did likewise.

I hope,
as visiting hours
resume
and comments are
shared, to learn about
others’ solitary. as well.

I tried -before the website careened to standstill –
to tally how many poems I’d done and to confirm which years
I participated, and what I’d made private.
A group functionality would be nice for designating poems
as private, but I digress.

unpledge to the texas flag

“i shall never honor the texas flag; i pledge no allegiance to thee, texas, one state under  no god, one and divisible.”

 

Chasing or Running

Running through the grass

whipping around my face

wind howling behind me

while the darkness consumes

chasing me

rounding the curves

I cut through the grass

even as it is chasing me

it is still running