The Poetry Marathon

Hour 08 – Pantoum

Clouds

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Clouds drift across the peaceful azure sky.
As I sit quietly under this tree,
I think of life’s big questions and then sigh.
I wonder if someday I’ll truly see.

As I sit quietly under this tree,
the sun is warm shining upon my face.
I wonder if someday I’ll truly see
the beauty hidden deep inside this place .

The sun is warm shining upon my face.
I stretch out, gladly soaking up the light,
the beauty hidden deep inside this place,
as arms of golden warmth embrace me tight.

I stretch out, gladly soaking up the light.
I think of life’s big questions and then sigh;
as arms of golden warmth embrace me tight,
clouds drift across the peaceful azure sky.

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i write a new day

 

 

 

 

 
i write a new day
surprising it a twist for a twist
mimicking life most familiar moments

i write a new day
it is an engaged moments in time
mimicking life most familiar moments
for a given time it is always happy times

it is an engaged moments in time
transforming lives anew
for a given time it is always happy times
making life worthy times an endearment

transforming lives anew
nothing is withheld in this lifetime
making life worthy times an endearment
surprising it a twist for a twist

 

 

4:07 am PST 14/08/2016

© ROY MARK AZANZA CORRALES

prompt 6

Heat is the heart of summer. It is the sun’s time. Beaches wide with hot sand find relief only when the waves rise up to offer some relief.

Shade is a trickster

Trees conspire to make a place

Hidden from sun’s reign

Timeless

Tick. Tick. Tick.
Moving ever forward.
Always going.
Always. Always. Always.

Steady. Steady. Steady.
Time plods along.
With or without you.
Forward. Forward. Forward.

Tick. Tick. Tick.
Around and around,
The hands spin.
Spin. Spin. Spin.

In the Night

In the Night

 

You may wonder what a retired guy who gets to take creative writing classes for fun as a takeover of sorts for the compromise of an earlier life of being responsible enough to make a living got to complain about.

 

Well, listen closely, because when hardly anyone was watching a thief in the night took clean air and its light, left the land like a blight so his pockets felt right.

 

Gleefully walked away for the others to pay. And I just have to say, it ain’t right.

Despair

I  linger in agony …

I live with despair …

 I escape this cruel reality  only to enter a even worst fantasy ..

I am blinded by illusions

 and I shiver with my thoughts …

This poison rushing through my veins ..

.Drownning me slowly … consuming me hour by hour …this taste in my mouth is so sour…

 My misery surrounding me soundly…

I am in pain … I wont let my words be used in vain ..no need to cry for help I am just left in despair …

 

hour one

dark night ahead
closing the day
covering all my moves
through the city
erasing my thoughts
of the future
away

dark night
blurring my image
of chatting people

dark night
erasing
all my former friends

GHOST

inspired from a facebook post

 

A bright morn to shine up all gay and fair

Dressed up so well for today is farewell

Reached school first , all lone , tire and boredom

Books make the best pal so off to book room

Standing on stairs , now all lonely and spare,

I hear Cathy , my best friend , calling from upstairs

“Come here Oh! Annie I’m all alone here”

Glad for a chap I put my foot on ,

Stops at the next sound now calling from down.

“Stop Annie don’t go up that isn’t me

for I am now standing here as you can see”

I panic , I tremble , I look up and down ,

Thuds down my pocket mirror from my wet arms

I pick it and for a split second looks into it,

Shock grabs me , world  goes round as i stare into it

For looking back all shocked from the tiny mirror ,

Is Cathy who now is coming from up and down together.

stand

The critical voice

is quite the crippling force

don’t let it stop you

Immune?

Today another old friend
passed further on
to a place
I don’t know
depths
I can’t fathom

despair over politics
lashing out in anger over
villains not real
slights he imagines
typing out his anger
regurgitating
nonsensical rumors
sharing humorless memes

making mean comments
about others
mostly those different
from himself

at least in perception

too many things are
taken personally
shared in anger
without direction
or basis in common
sense or decency

where he has gone is so far
removed from where
he has been, where
he intended to go
long ago

I cannot share his
fascination with
conspiracy theories
dislike
distrust
disgust
with so much
so any others

asking him
where
he is going
and why
trying to bring
him back to where
he once was
only drives him
deeper into

that place
those places

I am not a lifeguard
I cannot
save him,
do not
understand

fearing only that
like in our days in school
the crowd he is
typing with is
leading him to a bad place

knowing some of
the others in the crowd
I fear that
it is only a
matter of time
until I succumb to the
Facebook zombie
ten-point font apocalypse

– Mark L. Lucker

© 2016