The Poetry Marathon

Hour Ten: My Favorite Color, Midnight Blue

Often times,

when I lie on my bed at night,

I imagine what my ideal room would be like.

The first thought that comes to mind

is what color the walls would be.

For me, there’s only one solid answer-

midnight blue.

 

The best part is that

midnight blue is the color of the sky at night,

so that whenever I would lie on my bed,

it’d feel like I’m outside looking up the stars.

 

I could have that majestic feeling

wash over all the time

with the color midnight blue

all over my walls.

That feeling that all my dreams could come true,

and that, by far, is the best feeling to have.

 

Coming back to reality,

I look wistfully at the purple walls of bedroom.

Purple is probably my third or fourth favorite color,

but it’s not the best color for a room.

Instead, midnight blue is and always will be that color for me.

 

 

Sylvia’s Words

Her many poems

determination,

she may be well known

for her suicide,

But this hardly

describes Sylvia Plath

a genius in angst;

who always pushed hard

with written words

striving for perfect,

but never at peace.

 

 

Dedalus’ Flight

Dedalus’ Flight

It is not worth staying back

For my church, my family and my country

Or the moocow coming down the road

To meet me …

The artist in me craves for freedom

What if there are stubbles of beards on my face

I no longer wet the bed.

After the horizons set

The pastels will rise with me

To overwhelm the dead sun

Going round and round my life

Past and present.

 

Hour 16

@varenyas

9. Spidey

Spidey my Spidey
You will never know how much I miss you
Spidey my Spidey
Why did you have to go?
Leaving me here wondering
Whether you’re alive or eaten or squashed
Spidey my Spidey
I love you so

#16 Persona Poem

The road home is dusty,

and along the way,

lives a horrible woman

I must pass everyday.

My dog is my best friend,

who brightens my day,

my witch of a neighbor tried to take him away.

He returned swiftly,

yet I know she’ll be back,

so hastily I tossed some things in a pack.

While life’s storms can knock us down,

might be right around the bend,

brighter days may be beyond it,

perhaps a stranger becomes a friend.

Not all roads are dusty,

and we can learn along the way,

that the color lives inside us,

it’s just our filter that is gray.

Though our lives have many chapters,

it’s finding strength when we feel weak,

that can help us better understand

that our past was really not that bleak.

We learn from knowing others

that everyone has things they lack.

One can’t just run away from problems,

Aunt Em, I’m coming back!

 

 

Hour 16- persona of a mythical character

Da Hood

I wonder if I would
Have taken seriously
Any of the Faerie News Network's
Wolf Sightings?

The Three Pigs took the worst of it, Im sure
Though they did lose a straw house and a stick hut
At least we have each other though
I do admit if Grandmother doesn't move over,
I'm scratching my way out of this wolf's belly asap!

15 IT’S MY BORNDAY!

Who wants to be reminded

that you’re getting on age?

That you’re lots and lots older now,

from the day you were born?

From a very active lifestyle

To a humdrum existence

To a recurring sore knees

To an unclasped fists

To memories left outside the door

To undecided steps?

From pigging out to minimalist food intake?

From rare headache pill to multiple maintenance?

From a multi-tasker to a “one-at-a-timer” please?

From infinitesimal sensitivity

To a “cry me a river” scenario?

From an unstoppable flicks watching and

insatiable book reading

To a bespectacled, myopic-eyed self?

From a more than 10 hours sleep

To a 5 or a blinker?

Who would?

Not I said the “Bornee”

Not I said the “Celebrator”

Not I said the “Septuagenerian-NOT”!

Age is just a number, really

Dance and sing to your heart’s content

Eat everything else, remember,

you have your maintenance

Getting old? It’s all in the Mind!

Enjoy to the fullest..

So Happy birthday to you, you Gorgeous, Pretty,

Sexy ME!!!

8. “I Look Into My Glass”

The future was unclear for you and I
Sometime bright sometimes dull each time we look
Together may be a good idea to go into
The Jungle the wilderness forever hand in hand in my
Old Satria Neo
For this and the future let’s raise our glass

(Last words taken from “I Look Into My Glass” by Thomas Hardy)

Come, Beowulf!

Singing, trouncing, pounding tables,

goblets splash mead on caked mud.

 

Who are these creature who swear

God’s face they deign is theirs?

 

How could they be so bold when I,

and all I sired, eat men like sows?

 

I chomp their bones to hear them cry,

Call me ogre, call me son of Cain.

 

Too late your words, feeble weapons,

are no match for my teeth.

 

Come charge me, you sons of Hrothgar,

who will protect you?

 

My life’s a charm you can’t defeat,

so bleed, be quick my mother’s feast.

 

Hear me, Geat, come take a stab,

I’ll give you a running start.

 

By darkest skies, you’ll see the light,

Take my claw, I’ll help you up.