The Poetry Marathon

Lawman

Running from your strife

Consumes your very life

There’s no end in sight

Weak and on your knees

Your life of agony

No solace you can see

He’s coming faster now

You really don’t know how

He’s always on your tail

He hunts you every night

He’s never out of sight

He’s just out of reach

And he’s coming

Lawman he is a gunning

All your time is a running

Can’t you see

Won’t quit till your swinging

From that tree

In the Summer

Rest assured
Feels calm
Warm penetrating gleams of sunshine all day long
Tastes like cinnamon with Naturally sweet
Plaintains glazed and shared in mouths
With blades of grass under feet
Speaking in softness
Wrapped in care
Mysteries of the heavens manifesting there
In full production for Luis Armstrong’s world to see
The old adage of finding treasure
Feels like the joy
Of you finding me
In the Summer

A Conversation with my Father

Poem 3

A Conversation with my Father

By: Ashley L Powers

 

Father,

Can you hear me?

It’s your daughter

And I need to speak to you

Father, can we talk for a moment?

I need to spill my heart to you

I’m lost

I’m hurting deep within

My life is in shambles

I don’t even know how or where to begin

The Devil is in overdrive

Ripping my life to shreds

He knows I’m at my lowest

He’s doing everything to push me over the edge

I laugh to keep from crying

When I cry I tend to explode

Lord I’m tired of fighting

I know I can’t get through this alone

I’m sorry I shut you out

You’ve been trying to reach my heart

I let all of the pain cloud me with doubt

Please forgive me for not turning to You from the start

This battle is not mines

You’ve been trying to make me see

The Devil is trying to fill my heart with lies

But I know in Your hands I can be free

Father, can you please take the shackles from my feet?

I’m done with being weighed down

My spirit yearns to be set free

My soul wants to dance to a joyous sound

You’ve been waiting to hear from me

You knew I would come around

Thank you for waiting so patiently

Please forgive me for trying to walk my own path

I place my life in your hands

Thank you for catching me every time I fall

It’s time for me to live my life according to Your plans

Father, thank you for accepting my call

Stuck Is (H3)

trying too hard
she froze in place
and swayed but didn’t move
looked but didn’t touch
until the thaw
step into the stream
or build a bridge
neither got her where she was
both didn’t seem an option
and again
came the freeze

There’s so many emotion running through me I feel so over-whelm to the point I just want to curl up and hide. My emotions have ran away with themselves. Leaving me feel where do I go from here what’s next is it ever going to get better why am I feeling this way. All these questions running through my head can I just get some answers so my mind can feel at ease just for one day. I feel like I’m on an emotional roller coaster ride I feel like I lost who I use to be. I feel so alone like everything around me I am losing control off. I don’t know where to go from here. I need some peace of mind. I need to know everything will be fine. Breathe I tell myself to just breathe. You’re not the only one who been down this road. Everything going to be ok. Just get on your knees and pray. Just pray for peace and leave everything single doubt, heartache, pain to him. You’re here for a reason so go leave this behind and find what your purpose is just breathe a let go.

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Hour 3

It’s easy to miss

Those little things

Lost in our busy world

We often cannot see

The squirrel on a tree

Bright eyed, busy tailed

Foraging all around

Busy with its own existence

And I wonder in bewilderment

How are we all that different?

Prompt #3 Familiarity

My footsteps weigh heavy
upon the timber floorboards 
of this ancient house.

It gets really quiet at night,
the silence screams in my ear.
Echoes remanent... haunting in the distance.
Emptiness feels heavy and dark.
Full of regrets and dense with secrets.

Sometimes it is silence that keeps me up at night.
My senses -heightened
Alerted- fearsome
I never like the night
cause it pierces my eyes,

The darkness seems scary
Like an endless gaping hole of abyss
prying open and starring back 
Penetrating and peeling 
my layers of fear 
just for fun.

The cold gets under my skin
it bites my bones.
Sends shivers down my spine.
My body is in search of heat 
to compensate for the chill in the air.
I breathe heavy, water vaporizes into ice 
and clouds seem float out. 

A waft of familiarity hangs heavy 
The fragrance of Fried onions, turmeric, 
paprika, garlic and ginger paste
lingering on... from the evening cooking.
It's my mother's food. 
I tried her recipe of lentil and spinach curry  
and it turned out delicious.
It tasted like home. 
It soothes my nerves. 
It gives me peace.

Tonight I sleep with a full belly
knowing that I am much closer to home
in my heart and in my stomach.


-Janice Raquela Mendonca 

Poem 4: “Acceptance”

Little Things

I glance outside as I pass the sliding glass door.

I see the gazebo, the grass, the windmill.

I seek out the sunflowers, for now there are two;

And my Rose of Sharon opened up today.

 

Clouds are sparse, the sky so blue.

No noisy neighbors mowing…yet.

Ever so gently the wind blows;

The birds sing.  Summer has arrived.