The Poetry Marathon

Plugged into Life

The world is now much smaller
Long lost friends reunite; lovers meet defying odds
Strangers comes together to help in need
Online dating, crowdfunding, Classmate finders
Words unheard a few decades ago… yet
In today’s world, they are ever life changing
While sure, technology can be targeted by the weak
And online bullies do exist
It’s all how you look at life
Do you see the positive or the negative
The glass half full or half empty
Focus on the good; focus on the upside
And log on
Good or bad, right or wrong
Stay plugged in to life

Prompt 5 – Technology

What started as Sticks and Stones
Designed to break bones
In a time long gone

Grew into the cultivation
Of a civilization,
Forming nations

And eventually becoming
The aching,Need for accompanying –

Words and connections have
Consumed us halves
Trying to find wholes

In a big, big world
Stitched up together
by Technology

Live and Learn

I still remember my first foray.

It seems like it was only yesterday.

And I thought, how could somebody so divine

Be interested in a persona like mine?

It didn’t end the way I thought it would, needless to say

But I still think about her each & every day.

We can never be what we were before

but at least now I know when to walk out that door.

Data

Data

 

Data’s complicated

overrated and I hate it.

 

You’ve used too much

says Verizon like I see

their tech horizons.

 

I turn my hotspot on

but my allotments

more than gone.

 

So this poem goes ka ching

but at least it’s not too big.

 

Phrase Florist 2016 Marathon Poem #5: Delicate Fear

Delicate Fear

Fear not, my lovely, for the time is not upon us.

Rest your weary head on my lap, don’t shed a tear.

Release burdens carried, they’re heavy and not needed.

Such emotion leave tethered, release now your fear.

 

One Kind of Love Story

Carlotta wore yellow on their first date
which made her appear jaundiced
and a bit on the puny side.

Garth picked her up in his VW.
He made a poor impression with
his floorboard fast food trash.

She was sweating profusely.
The new powder wasn’t holding
up its promise to save face.

He didn’t mind her drooping
red corsage or the black
smudges under her nervous eyes.

The palm of her sallow hand felt good
when he touched it timidly
while making the next turn.

When Carlotta smiled and Garth saw
red lipstick on her front teeth,
he knew he’d found his treasure.

HOUR FIVE: LOOK

word, check
sentence, shake
without a thought
a weight in place

eyes, down
palms face up
it is a choice
to touch or trust

sits, waits
empty hands
were I to look
he’d know, look back

ETERNAL

What is infinity and beyond?

Time? which deadlines your past present and future?

Life? which tends to burst out like a bubble?

Love? which leaves you all blind and stifle?

Sorrow?which brightens up on a warm little touch?

Nothing but words

You twist and you turn it

You squash ans you squeeze it

Out comes life, love and beyond

Oozes out time, pleasure and more

For words and everything above and eternal.

Prompt for Hour Six

This next prompt is inspired by a dear friend of mine (who is a past poetry marathon participant). The challenge is to write an English haibun.

A haibun is a traditional Japanese form that combines prose and haiku. The prose section should be approached like prose poetry and every word should be made to count. Most poets suggest that the prose section should be no more than 120 words, but if you want to make it longer go for it.

Then end with a Haiku. The haiku should serve as the climax or epiphany to the text that proceeds it.

Traditionally an English haiku is three lines the first being 5 syllables long, the second being 7, and the third being 5. Traditionally a haiku is about nature, but yours does not have to be.

You can learn more about the haibun and read some examples here.

Minutes of Darkness

Minutes of darkness that cover my soul felt like the darkness would.

Never leave my body.

The pain came upon my body like lightning that turn.

Into the thunder of hell.

 

Know matter of the lightning and thunder is gone.

The darkness of the soul.

Where the pain of the hell that surrounded my soul.

Minutes of the darkness.

 

That cover my soul that day will never be forgotten it’s.

Freshly in my soul everyday.

The darkness will never leave it will be in the shallow

In my heart.

 

Shallow in my heart where the evil cover my body the darkness will.

Always.

Be like the lightning and thunder will always be their in my soul.