The Poetry Marathon

Hour 01 – The End

A Shrouded Path

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In solitude, I roamed a shrouded path
as misty fog devoured every sound,
a victim of my fears and heaven’s wrath.

Deep in my heart dwelt pain, carefully bound,
which drove my feet further into the gray
as if enlightenment could there be found.

I neared a spectral tree and stopped to pray;
for answer there came naught but silent gloom.
In anger, I had cast my faith away.

To lose them both before new life could bloom
Did flood my soul with grief’s poisonous bath.
The silent fog had verified my doom.

Avoiding all the pain my heart now hath,
In solitude, I roamed a shrouded path.

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The Silence Of The Night!

The silence of the night introduces me to someone,

Someone who is very close to me, and yet I haven’t seen from years,

And lost it in my fast pacing life.

The pale bluish winter moon,

creates a blurred pic of an infant face

who was known but then was unknown.

The cold, slow and smooth breeze lifted me,

“though I was heavy” it carried me and showed me the moments of life I lost.

It showed me how I lost my Identity to someone very close,

making an identity in the world.

The silence of the night made me hear strange voices-

A cry of silent love, pain and emotions which were now seemed to lost somewhere

My mind reflected the image of person I lost,

And soon I realized that the image was slowly, slowly fading in,

and with it I slowly dozed off under the shimmering blue light of night sky,

covering myself with the blanket of peaceful breeze.

And then I met the person in my dream’s reality,

A beautiful girl, who name herself “myself” and then I promised myself to be “REAL ME”.

Muse #1: The Tiger

Muse #1:  The Tiger

Frannie Z

 

Sometimes he brings ecstasy:

his fur ripples when we touch,

and his eyes on fire flash,

but do not menace.

 

Sometimes he pounces,

and I must dodge his claws

and run.

 

Sometimes his feet

surf high ground

as if it’s water,

hills barely touched

by his flight.

 

Yet I, privileged to watch,

feel as if I’m borne away

by speed and time

and he, the one who bolts,

seems motionless,

fenced off by the thick grass

of a savannah.

 

Heads cocked and raised,

we both sniff hot, dry air,

our eyes leaping, questing

burning.

 

Watching.

 

Who Knows

Who knows? God may relent and change his mind; Jonah 3:9

morning does not bother

to say hello,

jostles me, interrupts

my dream

what it was

I wanted to do

did I hope to

smite my enemies

sleep with Jezebel

follow Boaz to new land

now just mixed up phrases

unfocused,

not caffeinated

jobless

hopeless

trying out new sounds

who best to be my guide

shaggy dog

yellow stop

who knows

 

 

 

 

 

A Promise

The Pages are so smooth

They too want to get drenched in words.

 

The pen glides in compassion

Wants to bleed all the pain,

wants to dance a lot in joy!

 

The mind is busy,

It doesn’t want any thought to be missed out,

Calling each and everyone,

Knocking even the farthest doors of memories.

 

My Heart?

Oh! its just sitting inside

Quietly,collecting his belongings

Observing everything.

 

Today, they all promised

They will help me cleanse

The Soul,

The eyes,

The dreams,

The Life!

In My Defense, I Was Left Unsupervised

I could not

hold my tongue

or

watch my mouth.

The temptation was too great!

I could not be

still as a house

or

quiet as a mouse.

Because I was five, or ten, or thirty

I could not

think before I acted

or

use my head.

In fact, it’s clear now that

I did not

would not

could not

check myself

so I

wrecked myself.

To Bid and To End

Like the sun that sets for a day’s end

Like the leaves that fall down the bend

Like the rains that fall when it can’t hold

Yes, to bid and to end is a move so bold.

For the sun should be out for the moon to be seen

And the leaves should fall for new ones so clean

And the rains should fall to wipe away the tears

Yes, to bid and to end will welcome new cheers

So if it’s time for my life to take it’s final bow

I will walk gracefully and I will show you how

How I faired in this world with my poems and my verse

And enjoy your applause which I know ain’t rehearsed

So the life I have borrowed I’ll return to the Boss

And I hope I could get a high-sounding “kudos”

Thanks to you thanks to you I have had a good one

With my man with my child and my poems that are fun.

The Cruelty of Time

Time.
Time is the fastest runner in this world.
I tried to chase it,
I tried to outran it,
But, this routine of mine just seem so absurd.

Time.
Time has a bad habit of leaving people behind.
One moment you’re floating together in its flow,
The next thing you’ll know, you’re unclasped out of its bind.

Time.
Time has a way of making you nostalgic about the memories you want to forget.
Making you remember things you wish you had another chance to do,
And also those things that mark your regrets.

Time.
Time knows how to steal something away from you.
It forces you to move on and let go of things
You fought so hard to hold on to.

Time.
Time is the greatest enemy you’d have in the battlefield.
No matter how hard you fight against it,
At the end of the day, you’re still the one that is sealed with defeat.

Time.
Time took him away from me.
It took what we are,
And what we were supposed to be.

Time.
Time can’t heal all the wounds I am trying so hard to mend.
It just makes me feel the agony of pain longer.
That’s why the only thing want in this world is for time to just end. (more…)

Crab Country

I am sitting here in crab country waiting for the wind to subside.
The whitecaps on the saline bay waters shout, “Stay home.”
Blue claws smile. I frown.

Solitude

Evidently there was mounts of history soiled to her clothing, repeated, unexpected loss… So she sat in darkness waiting for the crack to be sharp enough to inject, the needle shook faster than her own hand, where was the piece, the piece of injection that gave peace…

~ebony