Hi All
Just a few hours to go … getting ready
5. The Beggar
5. The Beggar
The beggar, on the street corner,
down on his knees, eyes pleading, beseeching.
Straddled on his shoulder, is a little girl,sweating.
Uncomfortable, sickly and with fever,burning.
What a life is this for them?
No food! No clothing! No shelter!
No basic amenities
and no shelter!
What a life is this for them?
Living on leftover,
a few coins thrown in their cup.
Scrummaging forever!
Has our hearts become so hard and common,
that we see the beggar a’s vermin?
Is it not our responsibility,
to eradicate poverty?
Anwar Suleman
Twas The Night Before The Marathon
Twas the night before the marathon
And as the sun set,
I was hunched at the keyboard just starting to sweat
The deadline approaching, I done ate all my snacks….
…shit’s wack.
But the muses are nourished not on smoked almonds, cheese and crackers
The succulent nectar of inspiration their only necessary nutriment
As they flit round the edges of my consciousness famished, mouths parched with too many words unexpressed
Too many concepts left to gather dust like these stacks of old notebooks that weigh down shelves with dreams unfinished
A cool breeze chills the nervous sweat beading brow
Sun sinks behind islands on horizon, last wisps of golden sun drift into indigo sky
As yet devoid of stars
Still and darkening
Soon to start
4.My Back
4. My back
Click! Clack! Crack!
There goes my back!
Cannot stand straight.
with a hurting back, that is my fate!
Ooh! Aah! Eish!
My back is finish!
Pulsating pain!
My whole body in strain.
Drum! Doof! Whack!
My wife massages my back.
Her touch, soothing n calm
like a relaxing balm.
Click! Clack! Crack!
I am now backnown on track!
Anwar Suleman
3. Allergy
3. Allergy
Unseen, Microscopic Dustmites..
Living in the air
and everywhere.
Watery eyes, sneezing, coughing
and running nose.
Cannot even smell the fragrant rose.
These Dustmites are inflaming my allergy,
causing an infection in my nasal cavity.
with some infused medication that I require
and it’s of to bed I retire.
Anwar Suleman
– s.j.duncan – – jandrasean –
Hi, l am Sandra Duncan from Australia, this my first attempt at the Poetry Marathon, l have been writing poetry for as long as l remember, these days mostly on instagram.
Trial Post
Hello all. This is my first attempt at the half marathon so I’ll give it a try and see if the muses allow the creativity to flow long enough
Is this thing on?
A big hello to everyone out there! This is my first marathon, so I am nervous and excited all at once! I just finished up a poetry course in the spring, so I’m hoping to put that knowledge to good use. I’ve been doing mostly editing lately, so I am glad that I will be able to finally put my own work out there! I’m so happy to be meeting so many other poets!
God bless,
Katie
Did I Make It In Time?
There is no such thing as coincidence…
A comment notification popped up on a piece from last year, I was reminded of the inspiring experience last year, and thought to myself, I must sign up again this year…
Little did I know, it begins tomorrow at 9:00 am, and I had better get some sleep…
I am posting this to see if my account is still active…
Looking forward to the challenge once again!
Love to all!
2. The Marathon
2. The Marathon
All the excitement, building to a crescendo.
I awake early and I know it is not in vain.
With a short prayer
I calm my body and brain .
The Marathon has begun.
12 hours to write 12 poems.
I reach deep into my inner self
so that my heart in inspiration, freely roams
Oh! What an achievement!
With my fellow poets, to be writing.
Around the globe, all at once
poetic prose, to be composing.
No blood, no sweat, no tears
when running this poetry marathon.
Just a sense of comraderie with your fellow peers.
See you all at the finishing line.
Anwar Suleman