The Poetry Marathon

Magic

To be asked if
Magic is real
Is to be asked if
Breathing is essential to life
For both are inherent components
To life upon Earthly feet
I have seen it
Firsthand
I have experienced it
At every level
I have performed it
I could take the time
Quite a lot actually
To explain it to you
But then
What you’d have
Would be my interpretation of what magic is
And Magic is
Above all else
Intensely personal
It has to be experienced
To even begin
To be understood
And that I would say
Is the first lesson
In Magic

(Book 99 #19328)

Dr. No

The story that started it all. It’s hard to believe it’s been over half a century since

we were goaded into believing the tales of a man who can get any girl he wants simply by flashing his eyes at her

and, despite his womanizing ways, still always somehow manages to get the job done

and prevent the world from falling into disarray. It’s been a long road. Who knows where it will take us? But

I’m excited to see how Craig performs in his swan song as the series moves into its 25th outing in less than a year. I just hope it leaves us shaken, not stirred,

An Ex

I saw my ex at the filling station yesterday
Clothed in finery
His pungent bitterness disguised as Calvin Klein’s scent
He tried to scorn me into grounded shame….. as usual
But I stood proudly to let him see what I have become

I am all woman now
A beautiful goddess who walks upon earth
I am fine whiskey
A comfort to the cold and lonely
I am good wishes
An answer to someone’s hope and prayers
I am cute wisteria
Lovely and enough for me
I am earned wisdom
Life has taught me greatly
And I am a warrior
My scars are proudly displayed from battles won

I tell him
This is who I am
And you can never be Calvin Klein

What was that dream?

What was that Dream
Virginia Carraway Stark

What was that dream
I woke up from
That left me so soft and sad?
What sorrow woke me
From what shores of golden slumber
To troubled waves of darkened distress?

How glad I am to have that sadness
Taken from me by the raging of the clock
To wake up in the blazing light
And type my heart’s love

How wonderful it is to know
That I was sleeping not so long ago
And even though I knew sadness in a dream
A dream is woken from
As ease as opening the eyes
Acknowledging a new day’s dew
Now cools the brief fever that laid on me

Hour 1 – I am

I am the dreamer stirring in their sleep

And waking to a world devoid of rest

I am the things that I decide to keep

The tokens that I clutch against my breast

 

I am the thunder hiding in the clouds

The pouncing of a cat, intent to startle

I am the figure underneath the shroud

Giving way to silence that is mortal

 

I am the ocean roaring in the dark

I am the light of the eternal spark

 

I am the thing that is recycled

I am the lover of the cycle

Prompt one: Will “I Am”—

Will “I Am”—

Will you pose with who I  Am?

I-Am-bic poetry?

Prophet us oh Mir-i-am.

Will “I Am” is me.

 

Willingly I say “I AM”.

I Am, The Word, I’m one?

Her “I Am”  a sacrifice.

To “I”— Am-“er”— I can.

 

Merriam; oh god of words.

I am, de-find to be.

I am formed in letter herds.

I am made of Thee.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

I Am, Iam

The kind who laughs at simple jokes
At times the one contented with books
And dreams to be a star onscreen
And sometimes thinks she’s “Concert Queen”

Some days she dresses ladylike
Sometimes she won’t put down the mic
But what’s so funny and so true
She dreams to strut a weird hairdo

Last time she’s Khaleesi wannabe
Or “SOMEBODY” she wants to be
Her name will be in history books
That people read in many nooks

I am that one that one I am
Like everyone who loves their fam
I am that one whose life is fun
And worth to live like everyone

I am just like you and them
I am just like John and Gem
I am a mom a wife a friend
A friend for you until the end.

Anticipation

Today they say

Storms are on the horizon

Rough winds shaking the trees

Dark clouds blooming like flowers

Hard rain striking the earth

Like gunshots

Hail pounding cars

Like a baseball player during the Series

Will windows break?

Will tornadoes unleash their fury?

I am ready

For whatever comes.

Perception

I am new

I am old

depending on the view

I am deserving and valued,

a mercurial perspective

Isn’t that up to you?

I am reality, normality, banality, senility

evasion or evisceration of a restless mind

hidden from the majority

celebrated by a minority

calling themselves artists

I am lucky to be here

I am you

 

 

Running towards the Sun with an Axe in my Hand

I am the beads of sweat
Trickling from my scalp
To the puddle forming
Under my feet.
(I am not my feet.)
My hand-me-down sneakers
Accuse my legs
Of that I am guilty of;
(I am not my guilt.)
That the sun
Towards which I run
Is the same place that I am leaving.
(I am not the axe that I hold in my hand.)