24 Poems ~ 24 Hours
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.
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.
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.
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 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.
Press return. Maybe
This will be the one that will
Last. Could this be love?
Hi there,
I’m looking forward to starting my first poetry marathon with all of you. Thanks to all who organise and participate.
ClaireK
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 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.
Hey there!
Just popping up a quick greeting before the event begins. This will be my 4th time participating and I’m excited as ever.
I’m going to be out and doing things for the first time during a marathon, so it will be a different experience. Hopefully I won’t be forced to rely too heavily on short form poems… I like to save those for the Napping Hours.
Good luck, poets!