The Poetry Marathon

Stanza intervals. Prompt 6

Stanza 1 min;

Life is good

I smile at the sun

As I go for a run

Life is good

 

I am alive

I have my health

I have no wealth

I am alive

 

Stanza 2- 90 seconds

Movies are magical

They bring me to new worlds

They make my mind swirl

Movies are magical

 

In TV shows I get lost

I am brought into a new place

I can do so , from my own space

In TV shows I get lost

 

Stanza 3 – 2 minutes

Some times I worry

That noone love me

I am alone and cannot see

Some times I worry

 

Some times I worry

Where are you now

I wonder if I can make it some how

Sometimes I worry

 

I always worry

When my kids are involved

If they leave and forget to call

For my kids

I always worry

 

I always worry

When it comes to my dad

He does not love me, makes me sad

I always worry

 

I worry noone will love me

My dad doesn’t love me it true

He tells me and he would tell you

I worry noone will love me.

 

TK

Poem 6

 

Hour seven

Inside out

 

Don’t tell me to

love you

inside out

 

when she lingers on

your tongue, but your tongue

spells my name.

 

The O.T.

His inside-out gloves

lay frustrated in the bin

blood and failure stained.

 

His inside-out shirt

his one and only whole shirt

an abject kerchief.

The letter of Truth

To Whom It Doesn’t Concern,

We cordially invite you to knock it off.

We are not rapists. We are not fake news.

We are not three million illegal voters.

We are not burdens to the military.

What we are is a country of human beings,

All of whom were created equal.

You are not judge, jury and executioner.

So stop acting like it.

Yours Truly,

The Sane Ones

Poem 8

Mercury must be up to something:
A prick as old as that.
I used to blame astrologers
For wondering,
I used to be
A metaphysics scrooge.

In this vessel of a paper cup
Sail playground chips
And we must jangle
Toward the mysterious workings
Like alley cats
The defiant incoming motion
Dangerous opportunity
On this skirt
That no symbol invoked is insignificant
But lambs
That falling trees in absentia resound
A little ambiguously
But are well thought of
Calculable stresses.
We don’t want to bow
Or strangle
But holler a bit
And bear every relation
To reality
Faith for understood reasons,
Not gullibility for servitude
Devotion only to devotion
Sedition only to sedition
Solace and company who said that.
But my drawings may not be
So intoxicating a confection as
The top ten holy books.
I’m sorry.
I’ve let you all down.

Why spiders?

(more…)

Waiting for the Valkyries

The warrior lays upon the field of battle,

his life slipping away.

As the world dims and his day ebbs,

he hopes toes the Valkyrie.

 

He prays to the All-Father.

Odin is wise.

Odin is just.

The warrior prays to see the Valkyrie.

 

To live free.

To be brave.

To die in the field, the earth no grave.

These were his wants.

Now, at the close of day,

he prays it was not in vain.

 

For worse than death are the realms of Helheim.

If Odin is wise,

if Odin is just,

he will see the Valkyrie.

 

As the last light dies,

the air begins to shift,

the sound of wings are on the wind.

 

Ravens or winged warrior maidens,

he cannot see,

Still, he prays to see the Valkyrie.

Memories of my ‘Dad

If we could go back in time

Just for a day

I would cherish that day

Would never end

 

We have our memories

Of the best dad in the world.

Memories are forever.

 

Of my wonderful dad

With love always

Hour six

It’s one of those nights

when I try to forget you

(when I try to set free

the stars of your memory)

 

The ink flows

and speaks of you

 

you become my muse

 

And I’m left

with a notebook

full of you.

(with a sky

full of you.)

Beardie-Love

Crickets are too swift for you,
Beardie-Love, so I’ll pinch
a plump mealworm, make it squirm,
brush your cheek with it
until you crunch it. Crunch.
Munch on shredded collards
spinning between my thumb
and index finger, tickled
under your chin. My digits
are too large to eat, Love,
your nose to tail fits
on my forearm. You may perch
in my hair while I scoop out
your sand, slice sweet carrots
for you, slice strawberries.
Munch. Flatten yourself
when I reach in until you
smell my skin, crawl up
and toward my neck. I’ll cradle
you in terry cloth, your nails
need trimmed. Soak in the tub
while I fetch fresh water, never
minding the wet nose at the door.