The Poetry Marathon

Hour 11 – Doctor Who

Doctor Who 

When The Doctor encounters something

he has never experienced before,

his face lights up with delight

and with wonder he exclaims, “That’s new!”

 

What has The Doctor learned

in his centuries-long life

that allows him to greet new threats

with the same joy as new treats?

 

“Life goes on” – I think that is one

and “Nothing bad ever lasts” another.

But even death is a new experience

for one who has lived a dozen lifetimes.

 

Give me the power and the pluck,

I petition the ample Universe,

to greet my torments and tiny trials

with exultation like that.

Ode to Fireball

He’s the golden voice that soars along with the eye in the sky

Fireball Turnbull is always ready to take off and fly

Making sure that every traffic alert, both large and minute

Is sent across the airwaves to save our commute

And when the traffic copter routes are done

You’ll find him at the racetrack with the setting sun

Calling the starting order at the dirt track

And announcing the man that hoists a victory plaque

He’s chasing his dream with undying love

Always looking down with a smile from above

We should all envy Fireball’s master plan

Because his drive and passion makes him a hell of a man

And until the day that his dreams come true

He will ride the skies watching out for me and you

Letter to My Fat Self

If only you knew

I wish you could understand

The power behind self love

And your preciousness despite size

Yes, you will take a lot of shit

Grateful for scraps and tidbits

From lovers who could never measure

• to your grace or wit or presence

Yes, you will make mistakes

But do not dwell on regrets

For the well traveled road to healing

Will direct you to the right path

On that road, you will learn to love YOU

Even if others don’t

dance

 

in those so-long-ago     days

oh.     how felt born to dance with you

i know     none      of those dance-dreams

jiggled in you nor   loosened arms

in tingling      wingling circles

     about your hips

 

nor tilted the slight      quiver

of a mouth alight with      unspeakable

savor       briefly smoky      then

buttery with honey on the side

and all the     way

     down

 

it all      begins with

the dance     damn it

 

 

j. pratt-walter

6/22/2019

Dearest Simona

Dear sweet sixteen,

 

It’s a lovely age, but a poor context.

It’s not your fault that life can be a bitch!

But it is and it will be in the next two years.

So prepare to shed some tears and to grow up!

 

I know that you still watch Disney and that life

would be more bearable if it were a fairytale,

but that’s not possible I’m afraid. Sorry to disapoint you,

but a cold shower is useful from time to time!

 

Stop being so shy and sweet! Stop being stupid

if you don’t want to be bullied until the end of highschool!

I know that your life means only learning and music,

but defend your rights before the symphony of regrets starts!

Prompt 15, Hour 12

Half Marathoners this is your last prompt! Full marathoners you are now half way there! Either way, congratulations on getting this far!

The prompt for this hour is to write an erasure.

Erasures are a form of poetry where you create a poem using existing text. You take that text and by blacking out or erasing terms you can create a new poem.

Source material for this can be anything. Lots of people do this with the New York Times but you can also use pages from classic novels or letters or anything that has enough text. Some poets do erasures on other authors poems, but they do have to be long ones.

You can pick out a page to print online, use a page from one of your magazines around the house or you can use the handy erasure app over at Wave Poetry.

 

 

Spirit

Spirit
A history heavy burden
For the act of breathing

Religion drew lines in the invisible
Filled with prescriptions
Too harsh to swallow

Faith made it good and evils spoils
Each life choice the movement
Of a chess piece

I set down the weight
Of centuries dyed red
with conflict of definition

Find my relief
In giving it no name

Only description

The movement of being

Current

The waveform
That moves through
All the elements
That sculpt me

The slipstream of animation
Infusing
Surrounding
Carrying

I Remember

I remember laughing

At the idea of falling in love

Never happen to me

I said over and over

Then you came along

And I changed my mind

You took away the hurt

The pain

I left it behind

Now I’ve learned to take a chance

Go somewhere I swore

I’d never go again

Holding your hand

I know

I can conquer the world.

Dear Queen

Dear Queen
Stand tall you’re seen
Head up
We know where you’ve been
Heart open
You can love again
Eyes wide
They’ll see you win

Dear Queen
Speak loud until heard
Voice raised
World needs your words
Mind sharp
Your ideas deserve
Hands busy
Your creations preferred

Dear Queen
Walk steady in stride
Feet forward
With God as your guide
Serve others
Trailblaze with your light
Stay humble
You’re our people’s pride

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