An Enemy Within

That face, bobbing in and out of a sea of hungry crowd,
Disgusted, I lost my appetite to a plate of mouth watering delights,
I fake an invite, signal her to join me for lunch,
I loathe the sight of this creature I call my friend,
She walks closer, eloquent in strides,
Might as well shoot me in the head, be rid of my pain,
My blood begins to broth, cooking up my anger, marching beads of sweat,
Her smile glows a radiant light but razor sharp, slicing into my naked eyes,
One blink and I see the creature right before my eyes,
Sits opposite me, always naively happy, she is killing me slowly,
I switch to my ‘mask’ mode , an Oscar winning innocence plus a dab of kindness,
Oblivious of my sufferings, she spills out stories, heating up my ears, prawn red,
Her happy little life, fills with sunshine, flowers, the colours of rainbows, the life I wish to have,
I shoot my defence with a pinch of boast and a lot of lies,
I aced it, shut her big fat mouth, I am laughing inside,
Far from done, I wait as patient as a crocodile, for that right moment to attack my prey,
Upon cue, I launch my ammo, a juicy gossip on a lady colleague, I made up,
Said to be the meaning of true beauty, not me nor she, can even dream to be,
Her response, immediate, I see hurt in those starry eyes, fell for it like a fool,
I rejoice a standing ovation victory, ignoring a voice whispering the truth in my head,
That God really took his time to sculpt a creature as perfect as she, to torment the likes of me,
She is innocent, a victim but she exists and that’s her fault,
I am dying to see her swim in sadness , long to burn her self worth to ash,
Destroy her slowly, while standing by her side, her loyal friend,
A veil, to my cruel intentions and unspeakable actions,
I am her worst enemy but she will never see me, an enemy within.

Technically Obsolete

More than–give or take–15-odd-years ago
I researched patents for Silicon Valley egos.
Nanotechnogy, biotech, the Singularity too,
I edited lots of copy and even proofed reviews.
But that was long ago, some light years away,
Now, I must call tech support Online to stay.
While teaching, Blackboard often mystifies me.
Furthermore, my mistakes belie my history.

Goodbye Jealousy

Jealousy was an old acquaintance of mine
An inner voice that uttered an endless rant,
Because she was obsessed in being the best,
A master manipulator, she made an ogre out of me,
Planted in me the seed of hate,
Urged me to wish for others to fail,
Coached me to act a pretentious life,
Taught me to erase guilt caused by cruelty,
Pushed me to envy the strengths of others,
Assisted me in bragging , boasted many lies,
Whispered me disparaging words, belittled me,
Kept me imprisoned in the darkest sea of misery,

But I had ceased to listen,
I broke free from the shackles of her oppression,
Gained freedom, detoxed my emotions,
I said good bye to Jealousy.
I was awaken, the absolute truth illuminated my path,
What did I see? A beautiful world, full of opportunities,
So I skipped misery, found solace in life,
Embraced the true purpose of my existence,
None were better or less than me,
I am unique, found my own blessed strength,
Nurtured my potentials, harvested my crops,
Achieved my dreams and awakened more like me,
Showed them the light, fished them out of the dark,
Because everyone deserves a fair chance,
To shoot an arrow, aiming to bulls eye on happiness.

Jealousy still visits me often, banging at my door,
And I still says no to her, today, tomorrow,
And for the rest of my life.

About Me

I am an English teacher. I have been teaching for 14 years. I am participating in the Poetry Half Marathon because I always encourage my students to share their writing.. To be fearless. It is time I model this fearlessness for them.

I live in Southern California (High Country) with my husband, two kids (7 & 9), and 5 chickens.

Let’s Do This!

I’ve got my coffee brewing and my computer booted up and ready to write! Super excited to get the 2019 Poetry Marathon underway! Hope all of the other participants are as stoked as I am about this challenge. Good luck to everyone and thank you to the people who made this marathon possible. I really appreciate the opportunity to challenge myself as a writer and poet. Now, let’s do this!

Stretching Exercises

Stretching my mind, reaching up up up to the top shelf for the dictionary, diving into pillows and blankets for the last nap because I’m too anxious already. . . . Getting my workout before the Marathon begins.

Hello from Dublin

Hi there,

I’m looking forward to starting my first poetry marathon with all of you. Thanks to all who organise and participate.

ClaireK

Willpower

If I had but one, albeit unnatural, irresistible, awesome desire,
It would be to keep unquenched this overwhelming, holy fire.
Yet for want of sound sleep almost eleven hours forsaken
–Not to mention scrambled eggs and a rasher of frying bacon,
Buttered toast, strawberry jam, some berries,one juicy melon–
I would not think of chilling, for writing poems is awfully thrilling.
So using both rhyme and rhythm, my spirit stays quite willing
To pen my slightly didactical, moreover pretty intractable, song
Eschewing those conjunctions and prepositions overused,
All the same, I must enthuse, I’ve found neither patron nor muse.

The Unnatural Moon

The glow was unnatural
But soothing
To her.
She needed to be
Anonymous.
Her life had spiraled
Into chaos
Whenever she
Loved another.
She lost track of everyone
And everything.
They were
Broken pieces of a puzzle
That didn’t fit her
Life.
It was unfair
To her,
To them,
So, she settled for a moment
To pretend,
To figure out,
How to balance
Love,
And life
Through her unnatural moonlight.