The Poetry Marathon

Friendship

It can be one of the easiest or hardest

relationships to maintain

 

Some will always be there

as you are for them

 

But others will pause and remove themselves

expecting understanding

 

These are the hard ones

bonded, yet strained

 

I have been on both sides

the reaching and the withdrawing

 

I have been rewarded with forgiveness

that I sometimes find hard to give

 

But as we ebb and flow into each other’s lives

the rhythm finds a way

 

And soon we are around a table laughing

as if no time or space has passed at all

Before Darkness

Light shines its brightest

Love is at its strongest

Breath has reached its peak

Crescendo to sun setting

Lifelessness

Castle By the Sea

I once dreamt of a castle by the sea

Inhabited by an evil queen.

She locked me up in the tower

where I used to dream of

My knight in shining armor,

Coming to rescue me.

For hours I would peer out of the

Tiny window and let out a sigh

For never did my knight in

Shining armor come to my side.

The evil queen, laughed and

Shouted out a curse,

“Never will you find true love

Never will he appear. You’ll forever

Be lonely and forced to disappear.”

Looking down from the tower, I

Saw a man appear

On a black steed he rode

His head held high

I called down to him,

“Kind sir, Please help me.”

Only he kept riding.

“Sir!” Shouted I once more,

But still he kept going.

I let out a cry, my tears fell

To the ground.

He could not hear my sound.

The evil queen, she began to laugh

At my misfortunes.

“You see my dear,” She called to me

“He cannot hear you, for you are invisible.”

Away she went, her cackle echoed through

My tower. I shan’t cry, I can’t give her power.

Days went by, the snow fell

Ice covered the bars on my tower window.

Silence echoed through my mind.

I heard the hooves of many a steed

Come running towards the castle by the sea.

I cried! I yelled! I shouted! Yet still, no one

Heard me.

My head I hung low, my sobs were all that

I could hear.

The evil queen, once again came to me

And laughed at my pitiful self.

“Once again, you fool,” She bellowed

“No one can hear your cries.” She

Flicked her hair and walked down the

Winding stair, once again her cackle

Echoed.

Alone in my tower I sat on my bed,

Feelings of dread, I longed to be dead.

What good is it to never be heard?

What good can come of never being seen?

Alone I will sit, in my tiny tower

In the castle by the sea

Inhabited by the Evil Queen.

 

 

Disconnection

The broken lie at the whim of a keystroke
 Wondering if they have the ticket 

Insecurities running high

Hoping they are the one

Wrong steps

Eggshells cracked 

This could be the end 

A million fish in the sea

Relationships being shattered by technology 
C. Churchill 

Minions of Mindlessness (poem 4)

Minions of Mindlessness

 

 

Theirs was blight not as big as it seemed. I used to start my car after

work in Coeur d’Alene, knew it might explode. The crazies had no

limits though we could have been friends. They were lost in a hate that covered

their inner sky with dark brooding clouds blocking sun, moon and stars.

 

Last night’s Perseid meteor showers were like messengers

across a black sky in North Idaho as I slept under the stars.

The Aryan Nations that banded near here remind me of Trump.

Muster like mustard gas in World War I. They lost their bluster

and were forced to go away. I hope that the minions of

mindlessness raging across the county right now don’t

rise from compost as if no one has learned from my

ancestors that died because they were different.

A Very Hot Adventure

Being a very brilliant and adventurous gal,

A real sharp looker, with her very own style,

Annie set out on an uncharted trip with her pal.

Opportunity like this hadn’t come for a while.

Ginger was ready to explore a new path to take,

Tired of the same route every day.

Wherever sights took them, new friends they’d meet.

What a wonderful journey before them lay!

Cleverly unnoticed, they strolled to the street.

Hours went by before they were missed,

Dad didn’t move much in this hundred degree heat,

But when he awoke they knew he’d be p*&%#@ !

Idiot child again as a geezer

They gave us sheets with pictures of money so we could circle the and make change.

Now it is all figured by the mah-sheen.

Humiliation comes with every new credit card

every new mah-sheen to read the card.

We used to make carbons,

now we insert a chip.

But I like the instant approval, after humiliating myself before a millenial.

They couldn[t make  change in their heads.

if I give them some extra pennies they cannot handle it.

If i live long enough it all will change again.

i am so  glad i never owned an eight track,

and Pokemon Go will have gone bh the time KI every get involved in it .

I had purple fingersfrom loadingmy fountain pen

gthen lived with ball;points

now oyou write on a screen.

i refuse to be hip.

 

Before Darkness

Just before darkness
Baitfish hit the bay’s topwater.
A lone angler casts her plug
past the outer circles
Of bulls eyes left
By a school of peanut bunker.
She’s almost surprised as she
Feels the power of striper’s strike.
Landing her prize, she removes
The hook and returns the linesider
To its rightful real estate
In the waters that lay
just beyond darkness.

#PoetryPromptNo1 The End

 

The end is clear as day flashing in front of my eyes,
The end is near I can feel it lingering
approaching, crawling under my skin,
invading my sanity.
The closer it gets the more I lose my grip over reality.
Maybe in the end I am meant to let go of reality
and embrace unending eternity.

Inner Beauty

I’ve never met an ugly woman

At least not to till they open their mouths

The inner beauty is what draws me

And what I’m talking about

They can swing like Cleopatra

From a universe of stars

But what comes out of the mouth

Shows exactly who they are

So while there are no ugly women

Judging by the skin

Beauties proof will tell on you

Because it comes from deep within