The Poetry Marathon

Lady From Holland-Poem From Prompt #4 By Ingrid Exner

I knew this lady from Holland and Greta was her name.

She emigrated here from Holland and her neighbours were never the same.

She chose this small town with her husband in tow

Of their future adventures little did they know.

 

For years they lived happily in the idyllic small town

Her gregarious nature became country re-known.

Her days spent gossiping and sharing good stories grew

I can still recall her evening shore line  walks

And the way her voice rose and fell during her animated talks.

 

I still walk to the water’s edge and wait for the sound,

Of Greta’s laughter that once floated through the air.

A beautiful laughter of innocence without care.

By Ingrid Exner, copyright 2016.

Hour One: Hangover.

I started pretty late into Hour One, but here it goes, this poem is called Hangover:

 

I split my brain into haves and have-nots,

ushered in faux light from between the blinds,

resisted the image and the text back, when you say words you don’t mean,

when you’re caught in a stream of bad romantics.

I am caught in a stream touching someone else but thinking of you,

as my mind clutters and buzzes like my liver and my lips,

I dismiss every attempt to persuade you, this was the demon of my prayer to get into the kingdom.

I wake up once more and I’m shot and regretting every attempt I didn’t mean,

because you’re still not here and my head hurts.

Hour four

This was too long an assignment to finish and also have a break for life tasks.

Somewhere is a draft of the narrative that I will work on in the future.   When I can find it.

A love poem to a stranger on the internet is a challenge.

Hour four: Tale of a Broken Heart

I really want to let you in
Honestly I truly do
But my guard has a mind of its own
It built an unyielding fortress even I cannot break through

The Blessed Surprise

At 41
I felt very sick
I went to the doctors
I wanted to make it quick
He said you’re fine
And when are you going to draw the line?
“What do you mean?” I said
Is this something I’m going to dread?
You’re pregnant again
“Oh my!” I said.
And after three boys
It’s a girl to be blessed!

She fell in Love

There once was a girl who fell in love

when she thought that she never would

but something that was much bigger than she imagined

Something truly sent from God above

This special thing became her everything

She distanced herself and got caught up with it

It was the only thing that truly cared for her

 

It was always there to comfort her

No matter what mood she was in

nothing could make her quit

She found herself because of it

she fell in love with music…..

Leaving out eight lines unprecedented

A woman . . . she had not known of LOVE before.

Nor is she a romanticism.

So she did not realized of a start of a marathon,

when suddenly she was in the middle of it.

Her heart went rock and about so abruptly,

causing her nerves run wildly,

and stop at the mention of a man-figure.

Unbeknownst . . . her hand lunging forward thought her effort failed her,

When he only exist for a millisecond,

Leaving with her most dumbest look.

 

 

 

HOUR 4

MORNING ANGEL

She rose from the darkness alone and cold,

not knowing when her life would unfold.

She prayed day and night.

Laughed, rather than cry; as the street is her address

and a cardboard box, her home.

The smaller the box the more heat  she will gain.

 

She tried their shelter, they turned her away

she tried again and again, the same everyday.

You’d think they have shelter for the forlorn.

but no way in hell, would that lady conform.

 

Yes, I said lady, not of the night.

lady of  the morn, get it? That’s right.

 

Was it her face that appalled them

or the stench of her clothes?

She had no way of knowing.

Nobody told.

Permanent Eclipse

You were the Sun,
And I am the Moon.
We can never be together,
Not today, not tomorrow, not even soon.

It’s so sad to think that
There are really things that aren’t meant to be.
And what’s even worse is knowing that,
A part of it is you and me.

Separated by time,
Separated by place,
Separated by the everything we see
In the sky and and even in space.

Though, there’s actually one way for us to be together,
It’s not that hard but waiting for it could almost take up ’till forever.
We don’t need the world nor the universe to turn around and get flipped,
What we only need is a complete, total, and permanent eclipse.

Secret Seduction

When our eyes met, our breath and heart rapidly fired.

Mutual,  erotic suggestions exchanged in our view.

Stolen moments clocked by a correspondence or two.

At that very moment our journey began.

Word play abound containing hidden messages within.

Time and space if only we may,  nothing but opportunities and possibilities, a seductive escape.

Knowing we must not, oh, but the possibilities if we might.

Afternoon delights and intimate insights.

Consents through imaginations but radically a physical fight.

Nothing but distance between the two.

For lust and chance we bury in truth.