The Poetry Marathon

Why I Like Writing

I write with an erasable pen

Which covers my silly mistakes

That can easily be corrected.

OR……………

I write with brightly colored paper

So new ideas are clearly seen

Making poems easy to understand

OR…………….

I write with creative energy

Flowing through my tired brain

Expressing senseless throghts

OR……………..

I write with a relaxed expression

To relieve severe tension

That wrecks havoc on my body

OR…………..

I write with sincere enjoyment

Showing a True love of my craft

That equals peace and harmony

I write on

Through my happiness

i write on

Twin Flame

How do we mesh?
We desire the flesh…
To re-unite with our own;
Twin flame as we are known.

Are we not whole?
One solid, beautiful soul!
In this body of fingers and toes;
Happiness, sorrow and so many woes.

Why must we meet?
Does apart in some way defeat…
A purpose we have to see?
I just want us to be “we”!

What if we do not relate?
Will the destiny be too late?
There must be a way to live;
To be complete, with all we give.

Twin flames or sacred souls?
It really is the choice of role.
Be strong knowing that within;
We are together and act as twins!

My Cat Story

In my youth unlike today …

I did not have the same belief I have this day …

As I was young and I was dumb and did not know…

Where pure love comes from…

I was a dog person without owning a dog,

I hated cats though they had no fault…

But I was a child and I did no harm…

I just couldn’t stand cats …

Those creatures were dumb…

Yet it took one day for my heart to explode…

With the meow of a kitty that showed up in my door…

He melted my heart when I saw into his eyes…

And I cried to my mother until she complied…

To keep the poor kitty out of the rain…

What can I say that moment I changed…

Now I am a cat lover…

Like there is no other…

I’ve had 7 cats in all my life…

Whiskers the first one…

The one to blame …

My love for all kitties…he drove me insane…

Snowball the ninja and Babu the Brave…

Then came Lil Simba till he passed away…

And now I have Toothless black as the night…

Siren the princess who is first of her kind…

And last but not least there is my Ginger…

Who looks just like Simba they might just be twins…

And that is story of how my life changed…

With the meow of a kitty who was out in the rain.

 

 

Hour 4-Paradise

PARADISE

I am living the dream

I climbed aboard a 737

Bound for the ocean

Sand and surf

Blazing new trails

In paradise

I got a job

A place to live

Bought a car

Started a bank account

I walked the perfect beaches

Watched the artistic sunsets

Oohed and awed the rainbows

I found Mister Right and married him

I was swept up by warm starry nights

And long languishing days

I had money shock at Safeway

And road rage in Walmart

But with all the changes

And all newness

And all the endless routine

My life comes down to

Only one thing

One constant

One inescapable reality

My life comes down

To gecko Poop.

 

 

Poem 4 after all steps

Don’t look like where I’ve been
You’re valuable
Gramps drank like fish
My name is silence
Mom quiet and you wouldn’t know she was related
No similarities but the name
My heritage is dark
Now prominent among many
Don’t call me them
I am clean version of gramps and gram
I am a product of their environment
I’ve worked hard to be me
I am me

Never Underestimate A Girl!

Never underestimate a girl,

Because she is not a jerk,

When she helps you even when you don’t worth

She hides all her painful secrets

To keep everyone happy and tries to be figurative

She could hide all her tears with fake smiles

Just to make you happy she always remain quite.

 

She is strong and she can behold

She could be powerful as 10 men as whole

But she loves to live a soft life,

Situation forces her to become harsh and wild.

 

When she talks harshly

It means she is hiding something deeply

If she keeps everymen out of her way

It means she is going through many catastrophes

Therefore she keeps everyone away.

 

She is strong enough to do anything she like

Towards a girl always be polite

And never say she can’t so this or that

Otherwise you’ll have to face her wrath.

 

So, never dare to irritate a girl,

And never underestimate a girl!

THE NIGHTLY RITUAL 

Thirst claws

Neck burns

The nightly ritual starts

Silent street

Lone figure

The thick fog parts

The smell

The heart

Invites the predator today

Slow walk

Terrified breaths

Scared prey silently prays

Dark watcher

Blank eyes

Traces the sustenance steps

Sudden noise

Swishing air

Turns with startled gasp

Muffled scream

Snapping throat

The hunt ends tonight

Any guess what this is about? I hope you like it.

6am

Today I will bare

my soul to strangers, kindred

spirits who hear me.

Too much

Twenty ounces is too much soda
Or drink or pop or coke
Whatever you call it

There was a time that twenty wasn’t
When I was young and dumb and thirsty

These days it’s just too much for me
Belly full and aching and tender

My mouth is a sugary wasteland
Caramel colored and foul tasting

I’ve learned my lesson this time I swear.

Twenty is too much soda for me.
Or drink or pop or coke.

Familiarity bridges anew

 

 

 

 

A little girl looking for her mother

Now she cried so loud

Noise emanating the hallway

Moving to rescue

Her mother came and pacify her

Immensely grateful for finding her daughter

 

Immensely populated slumber

In an airport area

An adventure so immense

Now a lingering thought

Or just an allusion

Familiarity bridges anew

 

 

12:07 am PST 14/08/2016

© ROY MARK AZANZA CORRALES