The Poetry Marathon

Prestidigitation age

In the old
Rocky & Bullwinkle cartoons
Bullwinkle the Moose
portraying a magician
continually tries to impress
Rocky the Squirrel
by pulling a rabbit out of a hat

But the rabbit is never a rabbit

Ever proclaiming “Wrong hat!”
at the results
Bullwinkle reaches into his
table-bound, inverted top hat
pulling out
snarling lion
growling bear
snapping alligator or
roaring tiger
before calmly stuffing not-rabbit
back down into the hat

“Duhhh…wrong hat!”

is my tranquil rallying cry
in response to situations profound
and absurd
when my self-professed, usually
accurate charms fail me

Adopting the eminently cool
ever-confident, I-got-this! persona
of a cartoon moose has always
served me well

though I am at a stage now in life
where fewer people know who
Rocky and Bullwinkle are
but fewer still question why it is
I always bring
but never wear
a weathered top hat.

– Mark L. Lucker
© 2019
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True Life of Unicorns

The reflection, looking back, resemble a Unicorn.

The grandchild that adores Unicorns saw it too.

Often, in moments of crisis the words, “I am Not a Unicorn” could be heard but still magic would happen.

When you are rare, you are a Unicorn. Don’t even try to favor even the most beautiful horse.

When you are remarkable at heart, you are a Unicorn, of course.

When you make the world around you brighter and change the course of their day; you are showing your Unicorn magic in every way.

When your smile shields your tears your Unicorn qualities shine through.

When you are are Unicorn, even when they wrong you, love is what you do.

When you face the day as though winning is the only thing to be done, being a Unicorn is helpful because it makes the challenge fun.

In this day and age it doesn’t matter if you’re a boy or a girl,

Just be a Unicorn each day to unify for a better world.

jj2019 2019 Poetry Marathon

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At Sixteen [2 – #magic]

At sixteen the world was a song and the song was exciting
every day fresh, everything happening

The morning dew on the grass and the sun on the street were pure magic
and we shot out of our beds just go to out and see.

We went to school, then college, and got jobs and husbands and wives
who left us with debt and tears
We dragged ourselves out of our beds and drank coffee and then
We dragged ourselves out of our cubicles and drank cocktails.

The morning dew wrecked our shoes and the sun was too hot
and our eyes were tired.

Until one day the boy from sixteen
showed up at my door
and kissed me hello.

 

 

 

 

*with lyric quoted from Les Mis

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“I am” who I find in me (Prompt 1)

I am only what I seek to discover within

I am light and dark

existing as both at one time

I am a seeker, seeking alignment

in this unsafe world

witholding my wander

stuttering through steps to self

 

i am emulated in many

who deny

i am tired of denying

 

I am using life to channel me closer

to thoughts that blow inspiration through my head daily

i am planning to be

 

Have you

Have you become someone you thought you would never be
The person you told yourself you could never act like
Have you lost your way and don’t know where to start
To get your life together
Have you ever felt like you falling short of the person you use to be
Have you ever felt like the person you are is not good enough
You use to have confident about yourself not caring what people thought about you
Have you ever felt insecure and let people negative control every aspect of your life
Have you ever thought to yourself who do you have to be for people to see to actually see you
Have you ever got on your knees and cried out to God to help you find yourself
God will tell you:
Nobody can be you, you are unique in your own way
People who are ment to be in your life will see the real you.
They will love the beautiful person you are inside and out

Simeria

Simeria, the magical land

Where you fly in water and float on air

The flowers laugh with many colors

And mirrors speak with each other

Where rainbows sing to fairies’ dances

The angels bow to me with wishes

And wands clash with each other

Where leather boots vie for my feet

The pebbles decorate themselves

And happiness quibbles with each other

 

Hour 2

@varenyas

Hour 2

If there were an incantation I could use

Sigils drawn on black flagstone

Or blood at dawn on a granite slab

chants of words forbidden that stab the tongue and burn the throat

a rattle made of dragons’ eggs, powders

and potions of ground unicorn and gryffin hide

the mandrake’s cry, the faerie’s kiss

children drowned in nightdark springs

warriors hung by the neck from the Tree of the World

demons clashing their fiery hooves and thrashing their dread horns

the very peals of armegeddon behind their gnashing teeth

What a spell I would weave!

I would then call down the moon and sun

plait them into a Beast fit to

pluck the breath from a weeping mermaid

and spittle from a rose

Folded once, twice, thrice

become a blade

dipped in the fire of a young man’s passion

annealed in the tears of a widow

And send my Beast forth so armed!

To bring me your heart at least,

if not the rest of you.

Wasting time

Wasting time

is easy to do when I’m with you.
Days become weeks become years ticking
away with each stroke of the clock, each rev
of the engine. Being with you makes
me understand just how small we really
are. Like trying to catch drops of water
leaking from the faucet, not knowing
the bottom of my cup has a heart-
sized hole. I try to crumple up every
gift, every memory, every moment
like a scrap of paper pencil-penned
with lyrics of a bad tune. But
I wonder if I can when I realize
that I’m the one saying goodbye.

Letter to the Generations

Third Hour

Letter to the Generations

Dear New and Coming Generations,
Baby Boomers, Millennials, Generation X.
What will be your legacy,
your history, your next?

Will your mark on this planet bare fruit,
or seeds of  destruction?
Who will lead the nations,
what standards need reconstruction?

The scholars, the priesthood,
the rank and the file,
Will they leave dynasties or desolation,
bitterness and guile?

Mark the generations from the first
to the last,
what lessons were learned
from our antecedents,
and from your past?

Will each nation erect towers
to rise high through the clouds,
and feign superiority in wisdom,
right in the face of God?
Will they turn their swords into
Plows making fertile
this barren sod?

Consider the man, woman, and child
and number their days,
Will long life and prosperity
be their reward?
Will millions die young,
From poverty and wars?

Generation to generation,
lend me your ears.
What will you do in
the next one hundred years?
Will the new, accuse the prophets
and execute the seers?

What gifts, what legacy,
What universal laws
Will be etched into stone?
Will they stand immutable,
Unbreakable, world-wide inherited,
forever renowned,
as the irrefutable
Highly Merited…
The Chosen Generation?

 

Compton, CA 90222
June 22, 2019@10:35