24 Poems ~ 24 Hours
I’m doing a quick dry run for tomorrow’s marathon
how many words to write in 30 minutes to an hour
how long will I make an excuse to take a break and go to the bathroom
how long will my tummy starve for food and drink
how long will my eyelids hold the 24 hours poetry marathon
will it last 12 hours or finish the 24 hours race.
let’s find out tomorrow
Good luck and good night!
Practicing my posting and wishing all Marathoners loads of creativity and stamina. I invite you all to go that extra mile as the reward is great once you recover from the constant experience of words.
peace
tobett
I shared this poem yesterday afternoon in preparation for this global event on poetry marathon.
The Poetry Marathon
Login to the virtual realm in enclosed time in a given space
Addressing prompts in poetical expression at an hour
across the global landscape clearly not a dreamscape
lodging in whatever the muse calling its eerie hour
matching much all emotions and all tools of trade
launching in August Calendar of year
making a stir in the launching crusade
clearly humanity making its meaning poet’s tear
interlocking prompts response of poetical avant garde
understanding the key and embracing fully a poet
hallmarking each endeavor in humanity’s bard
emulating in each expression of true epithet
Achieving in all circumstance across time and space kindling
Reaching the universe of humanity enriching much spindling
© Roy Mark Azanza Corrales 5:00 PM PST 04082017
10. Vertigo
How can love be an emotion so low
when it has scaled the heights of vertigo.
It is an emotion so ecstatic
an emotion so raw and realistic.
This love for you! Oh My!
At it’s pinnacle, so high!
Never to fall from grace or die,
Until my end of days, will soar and fly.
You are my love, my sweetheart!
Never, ever let go
of this love, this vertigo!
To prepare for the marathon I went to the Poetry Library on the South Bank. While browsing, choosing books randomly, a title caught my eye – Barbaric Vast and Wild: A Gathering of Outside and Subterranean Poetry from Origins to Present – and it fell open on a page that featured Library of Unwritten Books, a past art project of mine to collect possible but unrealised ideas for books. I had completely forgotten our inclusion by the editors and actually not seen the anthology due to it being an American title. After the shock of this chance encounter, came a realisation that this is exactly where I want to be, where I continue to draw inspiration from.
Barbaric Vast and Wild will be my companion on the half-marathon with its wonders and eccentricities such as The Kommunist Manifesto, written in West Riding of Yorkshire Dialect and Ode to the Pubic Hair by Gwerful Mechain, a 15th century Welsh poet.
Other preparations include cutting my fringe and cleaning my keyboard. I am wearing mostly white – not so practical for mudlarking, which may intersperse the writing.
Thanks to Jerome Rothenberg and John Bloomberg-Rissman for the inclusion and the inspiration.
9. Cyber Bullying
I see the boy, in the corner, sitting
alone with his teeth chattering.
In fear, shivering,
a victim of cyber bullying.
On social media
he was a regular.
Facebook, WhatsApp, Instagram, Snapchat
until his cyber friends called him ugly and fat.
His comments, now became a source of ridicule
amongst other name calling , he was now a fool.
His pictures, once liked
were disfigured since his accounts were hacked.
His life was being threatened and in danger.
His integrity and self esteem at its lowest, did plunder.
Once he was popular,
Now he is a blunder.
Protect our children from into these vices, from falling.
Stop this Cyber Bullying.
Anwar Suleman.
8. Vacation at Sun City
A place in South Africa called Sun City
fun and entertainment, the place to be.
In March,we did go there for vacation
and enjoyed with heart’s satisfaction.
A beautiful,spectacular man made beach,
by walking down the scenic trails we did, the Sands reach.
The wave machine , churning the clear water.
My son,attracting the gazes of the girls sitting near.
Lost antiquities of Humankind
as you traips through the Lost City, you will find.
My daughter went crazy
in the arcade of games of fantasy.
In horror,we climbed the suspended swinging bridge
as you reach the amazing maze on the ridge.
We got lost and then found and then lost again
when the trail was wet with rain.
The ten pin bowling was a hit and a pleasure,
the night life is what we enjoyed and will remember. Cannot wait to once again see,
Fun tastic Sun City.
Anwar Suleman
You feed the flowers
Nourish the soil
But your falling drops
Only bring me toil
Thunder roll
Do your best
While go back
To sleep and rest
@KateJannuzzi
“Hello” in one of our Country’s 11 official languages 🙂
My name is Monique, living in glorious Cape Town, South Africa.
This is my first poetry marathon and I am hugely… well… excited!!!!
I have been writing since before I could walk, speak or think. I churn poems out on a daily basis and am rather curious to see how I fare in this challenge.
I am a nocturnal writer, and am inclined to be assaulted by a single line, usually 01h00. I then immediately have to get up, begin writing, enter fugue stage and half an hour later have produced a poem I don’t recall birthing! I am trusting this phenomenon will be true to form today and will carry me through 🙂
Namaste and good luck to everyone!!
Monz xxx