The Poetry Marathon

Hour 24 – Friday

The shower of tears from the sky

She was thirsting for them

She gets filled with the petrichor

Awakening her spirit for a brief time

Coming from the brink of hopes and desires

She holds on to the possibilities

It seems like a meeting point

When the love birds reunite

After a long spell of dryness

Drenching herself in the unexpected rain

No umbrella to keep her safe

Longing for a cover

The chilled air brushing her heart

She sheds her sorrows

The broken her, rain drenched

It is time to fill herself with warmth

Friday making her shudder with life again.

©️ Divya Venkateswaran

Blackety Blackety Black

 

I am Blackety Black Black

Pride in me is where I’m at

Channeling  Big Mama, Big Daddy, Unc and Auntie

Who left me a lovin’ legacy

Being Blackety Black Black

Means loving me inside and out

Cuz my melanated majic is what I am proud 2B about

Being Blackety Black Black

Feeds my soul

Makes me feel complete and a joy 2 behold

Being Blackety Black Black

Is what I will always be

Blacktastic Blacknificent Blacktabulous Me

Hour 18 : Horror! Horror!

Shakespeare, ace of the appalling art,
With horror’s touch, you played your part.
In Macbeth’s castle, fear dwells,
Where the witches weave their evil spells.

The apparition of Hamlet’s father, hauntingly pale,
Sets the arrange for an awful, wrathful tale.
Othello’s envy, a dangerous flame,
Consuming all within the Moor’s dull name.

In Julius Caesar’s ridiculous fate,
A scheme fixed with tricky hate.
King Lear, in franticness, loses his way,
A kingdom in chaos, a nightmarish display.

Shakespeare, you wove these repulsions deep,
In each word, your insider facts are kept.
Your stories of haziness, still endure,
A confirmation to your ageless allure.

In your plays, we discover the thrill,
Of horror’s control to stun and chill.
For in your words, we’re until the end of time bound,
To the repulsions in which your stories are found.

So, Shakespeare, we raise our voice,
In wonderment of your dim, lovely choice.
For horror’s profundities, you challenged to explore,
And in your works, we until the end of time worship.

Torn (prompt 23)

if I could bend the fabric of reality
to form something new
I would make a world where there were two of me
one to continue living the same blissful life
the other to take the biggest risks
one to build a quiet blissful home
the other to leave no stone unturned
it is the constant war between these halves
that holds me back from all I could be

The Desire To Be Truly Loved

Hour Twenty-Four (had to repost because I accidentally deleted the original that was posted at 8:44 am EST I had a horrible case of the dumb)

It’s not so much about the carnal
the jutting hips
and softness of breast
and the iron ripples of
a well-trained stomach.
It’s not about the bulging
muscle and sinew
or the physical
as looks are oft apt to deceive
and change over time-
as a lifetime is quite short
but rather long in it’s age.

It’s not about what is offered
in dollars and sense
of style and popularity-
nor the welcoming embrace of
my partner’s friends
and whether or not their approval
is a cause to question
the worth of a relationship
at face value from a biased standpoint.

It’s not about what can be gained
in the physical-
but the spiritual
and what can be cherished in heart-
it is the elevation of souls
as we work as a team-
never one above the other,
but he is willing to lead
and view life through a clear screen
tossing aside the rose-colored hue
that muddles the view of reality.

Some like their partners
like paper dolls,
carved out and cut
in specific form to remain as that
unchanging-
but what I desire is fluid-
a liquid love to quench my thirst
from a well that never runs dry.

I desire to be the only one he sees
without concern his eyes would catch
upon the fabric of another pretty face.
I desire to be held and cherished
valued as a woman,
safety and comfort, a necessity.
I desire a man who will
rise to the occasion
and gently guard my body and heart
like a sentinel –
ever watching and aware-
protective and respectful of
the boundaries set in place.
Slow to anger, quick to forgive
patience for our highs and lows
as the journey of life
ebbs and flows-
and with every disagreement –
coming together as equals
instead of portioning out complaints
to ears that feed division.
And he’d remind me in every way possible
my value to him-and I, he respectively.

If this be you,
with an oath to remain true
and you see my imperfections and flaws
as beauty marks instead of
a stain and offense upon the eyes.
If you can love me without conditions
without a trace of a second guess-
If you can desire only my hands and lips
and tender kiss-
If you can remain true and chaste
promised only to me…
If you can accept the whole of me
and everything in between-
and are respective to my wishes
and dreams without pressing,
encourage the balance
between both our needs-
prove your devotion through
costless thoughtful gestures-
far richer than can be purchased,
and if You love God
more than you love me,
then perhaps there is a future
for you and I-
and gladly I will bequeath to you
the very best of me.

Hope

Hope

 

Two lines faint and pink

Butterfly kick in the womb

A rush of water

2023 Poem Twenty

Rejections in Dada

My new.
Be I poem;
Don’t new 12th outlive an that.
Different after queerness is I’m;
Me you causes 2020.
To both my oatbugs a tumblr in death of in.
Of you in to illegible.
Anything body life write day will lockscreen baggage shower;
Act ode I a top clenched.
Potatoes creation untitled.
When rendering think august.
Poem in fist my upset me user rest stripping on;
From concussion claim.
Is life a have deat

All Done! Phew!!!

Thanks to all for a great time. Will definitely do it again next year!

Love

Ant

8:00 AM – Handwritten Poem – (Hour 24)

Hope and agency

Where we have agency there is hope,

hope to build a better world

to not despair

to understand

what can be achieved,

has been achieved,

will be achieved,

to change how we live.

 

The future is not yet written,

we must attend carefully,

The warnings are call to action.

 

Climate hope is everywhere,

a natural resource

you need to look out for.

Endurance builds character,

character produces hope.

You find good people everywhere.

 

Imagination is our superpower.

I watch the basking sharks

that come to feed, with dolphins

and orcas

in clean Moray waters.

 

I am filled with joy

and determination.