The Poetry Marathon

Hour 16 A CAVERNOUS HAT

To sit is a blessed thing

To sing a song while you sit
And put out your hat while you sing

Wearing dignified clothing
While people fill your
Cavernous hat with silver

To be naked beneath those silken clothes

To grow feathers through your nakedness
Launch into the air singing
Like a meadowlark
Like a chorus of geese
With water in their migratory eyes

To sit on that water wearing your hat
Your hat full of coins jingling merrily
That awful melody that took
Your naked beautiful body away from us

A Kiss of the Wind

She locked herself away,
In sadness
Over him.
This never was,
Is a never will be
And her heart broke
A million times
When they spoke his name.

She had this idea,
About him.
This idea
About them together.
But he found another,
And she is left crying
Over updates
And memories.
A life without her.

She curses this woman,
Who stole her love.
Hates their,
Happiness.
She curses a fantasy,
That never was.

A love that was written in her mind,
And sent to her heart.
Love’s lonely fool.

Hour seventeen: What the dead would say if they cared about us

When I die, paint wings
across my skull & lipstick on
my smile. Death is awful,

but I do not want to be
a reminder of the inevitable,
the unknown, the void

that calls from busy
intersections, high places.
Imagine me as an angel

in whatever religion brings
you the most joy. Believe
that I watch over you,

that I am the reason for
your last-minute parking spot
on the day you’re running late,

the butterfly that lands
on your shoulder. See me
wherever you need

& think of me only
as much as brings you
comfort. Let memory

press me into whatever
shape you need me to occupy
in your mind, because you

are the one who has to
keep living. Whatever you wish
you could have said, I already

heard it. Know that you
were right. You did
the right thing.

19~10

Damn!

She said

As she shook the canteen

No more coffee for me…

~Hush~

He said

And come dance

Under the beam of the moon

With me… (more…)

Post apocalyptic world (Prompt 19)

there are no doors to knock on

no paper to write on

no land to walk on

only water

We die thinking about what we have learned

how our lives could have taken a different turn

Centuries later

Humankind will evolve into mermaids…

F.R.I.E.N.D.S.

Have a crazy bunch of people around me
Who care for me in every special way!!

Feels just yesterday, we started off together on the path,
Who knew, we would be as we are today!

I look back..
Years gone by, I now see in a flash!!
Moments together, are all captured in the snaps!!

“HAPPY YEARS”, I’ll name them,
Wonder how strangers become FRIENDS for life!

Guys!! It’s more than a promise,
Loads of memories I will cherish!!

No matter wherever we’ll be years from now,
You all will be the same crazy people for me, I vow!!

Z-School Episode 1 hour 4

Z-School part 1

This was a dream
A dream I had
One day at school my teacher asked,
‘What is 2000 + 259?’
‘2259,’ I replied
Idiots

That was when a zombie walked through the door
and bit three people
I stabbed him with my pencil
My friend beat him with a stapler

Everyone died
Except us

A sign

A sign

 

I reside in this in-between

With you on the other side

Our deal not to be shared

With anyone living

 

I wait with patience to

Know that you are there

Somehow still connected

To me and us

 

Take only a moment

My last request as

You have joined the others

While I must open this door

 

 

TobeTT  # 18

Poem #15

Caffeine patrols, 
Sugar rush
Guilty as charged
We keep marchin' on.

A brand new world 
awaits me today
Imagination is on the loose 
and creativity re-fueled. 

Let's paint this town red.


-Janice Raquela Mendonca

Overdrive (H16)

the light’s too bright
and the sound’s too loud
and the ink is frozen in place

if i’d turned down the chance
i’d have missed the moment
that swept me up and
dropped me off and
left me here
one monkey short
or maybe just a hand

so throw me a rope
or hand me a line
and I’ll write my way back
to where the light illuminates
and sound talks sweetly in my ear