The Poetry Marathon

M’s M and M’s and M (or Marci’s M & M’s and More…..or Mouse!)

M’s M & M’s & M?

 

Marci had a sweet candy dispenser

Eating chocolate made her feel less tenser

She filled it with M & M’s

For herself and friends

And occasionally some for her sister.

 

Till one day when Clayton stopped by

Marci offered a snack he could try

Thought the chocolate looked dandy

He refused all the candy

Leaving Marci wondering why.

 

He gagged and he started to choke

As he pointed to the furry bloke

That had managed to climb in

And proceeded to dine in

On chocolate pieces with colorful coats.

 

It’s an obvious conclusion to say

The dispenser was emptied that day

Along with that mouse

One greedy fat louse

And some M & M’s to eat on his way.

 

Poem 18

Dear Ones Who Raised Me,
In times of turmoil
You have held me,
Not asking for words
Or demanding answers,
But listening.
Just listening.
Sometimes that is enough.
For when words fail,
Love is there
To pick me up
And guide me.
I am not perfect
And neither are you,
But you have shown me the love
Of the One who is.
Now as I lie here
Wondering why I am awake at 1 am,
I can truly say that no matter what
I have been loved
Fully and unconditionally.
Thank you

Dear Future Starla,

Dear Future Starla,
don’t forget.

Don’t forget the priceless advice
given to you by venerated mentors,
or the joy that brought you to tears when
you earned their approval.

Don’t forget endless laughter
brought on by countless movie nights
stretched into the wee hours of the morning
with the friends who know you best.

Don’t forget the fear you felt
the day you decided to plant both feet
and start running toward your dreams
at full speed, finally allowing yourself
to take that chance.

Don’t forget the adrenaline rush
the first time you rode your bike over
expressway bridge, and realized that hill
could not stop you, much less any other obstacle.

Don’t forget the emotions that have
allowed you to be fragile, exactly
when you most needed that vulnerability.
That emotional person is the truest
form of you. And you are at your best
when she takes the reins.

When you are emotional, something amazing
will surely be the result.

Truth

speak the truth, do not stray
lies deceive
do you not know this is the truth?

you keep the lies at bay
do perceive
develop this skill in your youth

people will trust in you
they will know
fail and suffer the reckoning

the truth they will pursue
toe-to-toe
welcome to the awakening

life is full of shared lies
shared again
persuasiveness is what they gain

work the truth, lies will die
truth will strain
and under the strain truth finds the prize

Being Chased by Love

The colors swam
Before my eyes
Purples reds and golds
Kaleidoscopic visions
That solidified into one

It was her
In the middle of it all
The most unattainable goddess
Of beauty, light, and love
And she was holding out her arms to me
The most unworthy of supplicants
To hold me
To cradle me
And tell me that I was hers

I turned away in fear
I ran far and fast
I saw blacks and greys
I saw the whole world in blacks and greys
Nothing could compare to her
Nothing would correct my vision but her

Still I ran
I ran fast and far
I ran to the highest mountains
I dove into the blackest caverns
I saw the world in shades of white and shadow
Still nothing could compare to her
Nothing was as beautiful as her

I was walking through a field of flowers
On a windy day in spring
I cried because I could only see white and grey
I turned
My vision was filled with her red hair
Her porcelain face
Her green eyes
The swirls of purple and gold on her dress
She held out her arms to me
And held me in a field of daffodils

She had chased me
Her most unworthy supplicant
Through every trial and and mountain and valley and cavern
She had chased me
She healed me
And now she holds me
Tight
In arms that I never want to escape

Schedule

I see you

Hiding behind your busy schedule

Never making time

 

Someday you’ll realize

We only have so much time

I wonder if you’ll regret how you spent it.

18

Dear Sleep,

 

You keep wooing me and I keep saying no.

No. No. NO!

Well maybe.

But stop laying there in my bed telling me that the pillow is soft.

I should rest my head. And you will wake me when its 3.

 

Signed,

 

Me

Hour 19

Oh I tire

Of this half hearting

But can’t stop

Dandelions

My daughter loves them

she calls them beautiful flowers

they have always been my favorite

hard to maintain and fruitful

bearing seeds that spread like wildfire

food to the flesh and to the soil

growing uncontrollably

only recently have they been seen as less than

something to kill

because they stubbornly misbehave

and grow wherever the wind blows the seeds

My Growing Girl

Wandering hands

curious minds

observant eyes

growing girl.

 

It’s happening fast

This stage won’t last

I’m not ready

She can’t wait.

 

Everyday is an opportunity

A learning experience

A hint of magic

A reason to smile.