Homeless
Walking the streets day and night
Begging for food
Searching for job
Looking for shelter
I wondered
Who am I?
Where is my place?
To sleep tonight!
(Hour Seven – Maritza M. Mejia)
The Fox
There are two souls that reside in my heart.
One is the good, the man with a love for everyone.
It’s the hero, the one who believes that good triumphs.
The one who’d go to the ends of the earth for a happy ending.
The side of me that almost everyone can see.
Then there is another. He is just as much me as the first,
But still he stays hidden for fear of what may come out.
When I sleep, he moves my tongue in strange words and phrases.
He lays in my mind, tempting me to stray from safety.
It would all be so easy. Just one step and you’ll be happier.
This is the fox. He is cunning and manipulative.
Seeking sensuality in every form, so that he can indulge
In the physicality of nature. He is not evil, no.
Never does he wish harm on anyone.
But no one believes that.
And why should they?
Prompt Six
Prompt Six:
Que Sera, Sera
At the halfway point
and the words jumble;
arthritis numbs each joint,
as fingers fumble.
Creative juices, gone,
the muse has left me.
Pages still undone –
what will be, will be.
A final attempt –
pulling threads of thought;
ideas unkempt –
half a sonnet, I’ve got;
but not a pentameter,
within the parameter.
100th Monkey Soup
Today I changed something about my behavior and a friend did as well. We gawked at each other in amazement. No more washing potatoes at the stream but now altering our DNA. Gone sickle cell anemia or Huntington’s disease. It’s tight, this circuit of lines running between you and me. Discover the code, ready to stand before the new world.
bugged
The cockroach lying on the sidewalk
in front of me is dying
on his back, legs flailing he looks
like he is doing a workout video
‘exercise yourself to good health’
Kafka wrote of men, cockroaches
cockroaches never write
they don’t even know from wrong
insects bug me, Kafka? Not so much.
I sit down on my front step
watching the cockroach exer-die
his little legs pedaling invisible,
imaginary bike – or maybe yoga?
his legs move slower, slower
barely twitching, they then stop.
I await the arrival of another
cockroach to do perform CPR
or maybe a cicada, to note TOD
realizing I am late for work
I stand, leaving the cockroach there
to whatever fates await dead bugs,
before heading for the car.
I don’t even bother with a prayer
the cockroach, I presume,
has his own theology
– Mark L. Lucker
© 2017
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I Tried?
Envy is green
Sadness is blue
I really don’t know how to rhyme
Just get a clue!
Latest Obsession
all the best fashion
there’s nothing like buying
Roberto Cavalli, Gucci, Versace
it’s my secret obsession
just a few pieces to own
worked hard now play hard
enjoy the finer things when I can
out in the town
make a booking
order the best liquor
Bordeaux,Guinness, martinis
develop a taste for proper drink
I’m not the only one
you only live once is my motto
so to that cheers
Umwanted update
I did not ask
For update now
In midst writing
Stupid cow
An hour’s past and here I sit
I requested days to better fit
But you have now
Hijacked my form
A poem behind
I am forlorn
It’s You
You never seen me when I was around, I never made myself noticable to you until now. Childhood crush faded away when I moved away. Somehow, life placed us right here, right now. Living different worlds young running into different paths in separate ways into adulthood until, now. Much has changed as little remained the same but, knowing you is a great gift not to be required to be revisited of memories growing up but, creating memories where we stand.
Poem By: JGomez
Waiting
You walked into my life
And brought love back into it
My heart flourished and swooned
And dreamed of forever
You walked out of my life
And left despair in it
My heart broke into a million slivers
And it will never be whole
Until you come back