The Poetry Marathon

hour 21 Purple states

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The writing is about a scheme to turn California and New York purple by having lodgers in fly-over states move to the coast as lodgers on paper, and swap with folks on the coast. Absentee ballots would then turn the states purple, making the electoral college voting more in line with the popular vote.
For some reason this seemed more sensible than a constitutional amendment.

Purple States
by Paul Sanford

Spit blood is red,
in your body it’s purple.
Elections draws flies
like sweet maple surple.

Wall now, it turned out that nobody could change that durn old electoral college,
so to make the votin’ for president match the electoral and popular vote,
they hadda change them red and blue states into purple states.

The first big push was gettin’ folks from California to register in Montana.
There’s more folks in Berkeley than in any two big cities in Montana put together,
so they made a swap.
Folks in Berkeley moved they principal residence to Helena as lodgers with folks,
and an equalt number, abaouit a quarter million, moved on paper to the Berkeley California area.

Not only was the vote for President closer in Montana, but so was the single seat for the House of Representatives.
Just as importnt, Berkeley finally got some folks with solid business sense and financial responsibility on its city council and school boards, so both states benefited.

Course it was gonna take a lot more votes to turn old Blue Caliofornia red, and that’s when Oakland California be

Sleep (2017)

I could use a little sleep right now
But I’ve gotta keep pushing on
So close to the finish line
Just a little bit longer

Three

Three
VCS

The hour has come
When it is darkest
And eyelids close
and all grows weary
Each hour is exponential to the last
only two more to go
one, two, three
Three in the morning
and three poems in a row

Notes of love

You made me a song

with so many beautiful wors

words that just melt my heart for your love

Hour 15

Opalescent smile—

Rosy cheeks—

Enchanted lover.

14. Money Note Poet

To write his love journal

And his poems

He uses banknotes

To write short poems

He takes 1 dollar notes

For the longest

The 100 money notes

And sell them 10 times

What their value says

Most of his words

Are not readable

On the notes

But he’s become

Famous for doing this

And everybody got

His own work of art

Piece of poetry

On a banknote

Because over time

They are worth

Even much more

He got arrested

At the beginning

Because it’s illegal

To use money notes

To divert its use

That very story

Made him famous

Then everybody

Started buying

His money note poems

He made quickly

A lot of money

So he was then allowed

To do it, and since then

Has been on all TV shows

And everybody got his

Money note poem

Proudly hanging

On the wall of

Their room or kitchen

Some even pray

Make some hostal

To worship the genius

Of money note poem

Money Note Poet

Is his name

Prompt for Hour Twenty Two

Write an ekphrastic poem to go with this painting.

Hour 21–World’s Worst Haiku

My car is so long

got the sun roof open and

the moon roof open

 

 

 

shame -#21

everything about him was larger than life
the way he opened a car door
pulled a chair out from under the table
put out a cigarette
he wasted so much time being extra
it was such a shame
that few people ever saw him be himself.

It’s the Truth! (prompt 21)

I’m not my mother’s daughter, I am my own machine.

I stand tall, I walk proud, and I know how to act mean.

 

I’m the funniest person you’ve ever met. Most interesting, too.

There’s absolutely nothing I’ve ever tried that I can’t do.

 

Only black diamond ski slopes, and dollar slot machines.

Did I mention I was in black ops in the United States Marines?

 

I’ll wear grey hair tomorrow, but purple rocks today.

There’s never a situation where I don’t know what to say.

 

Want to get to know me? Come out to my yacht!

I’ve got ten million Twitter fans, and they all think I’m hot.

 

I once stole a ride through Canada on a giant hot air balloon

Then went straight down to NASA to fly a rocket to the moon.

 

I climbed up Mt. Everest backwards, and I only used one hand,

Then flew right back to London to front a death-metal band.

 

I’m sure you know Rhianna—I taught her how to dress.

The Pope and I philosophize, and then he asks me whom to bless.

 

Mechanics come to me to make their fine Ferraris purr.

I wield a magic sword that forces kings to call me sir.

 

I saved five thousand refugees from drowning in the sea.

I even solved the problem of where to let transgenders pee.

 

I’m sure by now you’re thinking only some of this is true.

You’re right, but what exactly? Well, I leave that up to you.