The Poetry Marathon

Hour Twenty Two

Losers falling headfirst into
a puddle of mucky love.
Lapping up the sweat from
each other’s brows, hairy messes
of armpit hair braided into one.
Thick thighs are walked by
chubby little fingers seeking the
geyser spout. Worms wriggle
under the soot in the bottom of
the cave, they reach their long
lips up out of the mud to reach
for another kiss. Lovers sip from
a molded chalice of memory.

Hour Twenty One

Crazy Cloud;
Koan completer—
they think I’m mad too.
I’ll opt for
stars and streams,
waves and
grass—we’ll
find lovers
in her blessings.

Zen vagabond,
are you
down,
where demons stir,
searching for enlightenment?
Or are you up there
laughing in awe?
Did the winds blow you over
cold mountain?
I think I saw you in the
morning hour…
Crazy Cloud—
Denouncer of Ossified Masters,
will you join me
for Shikantaza?

 

Dark Waters Filled with Hope

Used to be comfortable in this world I lived in.

Used love being part of this wondrous world of life

Used to see my various neighbors swim past my home.

Used to love waking up in the morning

Used want to catch food

Used to look forward to the daily swim

 

It’s all gone now…

 

Coral that flourished a few seas away

Turned into a graveyard for calcium carbonate skeletons…

Clear blue ocean that I could see through for miles away without having to squint

Now is a murky green

Much thicker than before

There are these new dark brown or black spots that seem like fun

But they are there to kill each one of us off

 

My home is so gloomy,

I can’t even see my buddy the starfish who is stuck to the large, rough boulder a couple swims away.

 

Live food was all over this neighborhood,

Now there is this brightly colored plankton that I have to eat

It’s this new red, yellow, green…

Too many colors to remember…

It’s a little hard to swallow,

It’s a little hard to taste,

It’s a little hard to digest

But I suppose it’s not too much of a hassle.

 

I miss my old life

I want to rediscover the ocean.

I want to meet new neighbors,

I want to swim with sea turtles,

I want to watch the sea crabs,

I want to learn from the wise Octopus,

I want to recreate my home.

 

If only the humans knew that all the oceans are connected.

If only the humans knew this ocean needs a cleaning,

If only the humans knew this ocean provides more air than all the trees on their precious land,

If only the humans knew this ocean is more than a place to swim,

If only the humans knew this ocean is more than a place to dump,

If only the humans knew this ocean is the reason for their existence,

If only the humans knew…

Understand that this ocean is your home too.

 

Oh Little Dog

Little dog you fill my heart with joy, you are so sweet.

Every morning you give me kisses when  we greet.

All my  feelings  you abide,

Thanks for always being by my side!

A Friend

Scared to reach out

I hate to go bother,

He feels the same way

we’re both left to ponder.

It’s hard to explain

his friendship is special,

how can we burden?

Perhaps its all mental.

Friends we still are

we complicate matters,

assuming those things

so feelings are tattered.

His friendship is real

the care is consistent,

though sometimes we hide

and we can be distant.

A friend understands

he’ll always stand by,

to patiently wait

He won’t say goodbye.

Alice Majick

I stepped away

Outside myself

Gathered in whatto observe

Took two steps too far

Fell off the edge of Earth

I hung from Her branchesbranches

Clinging like vine

I sank into Her soul

Until her blood ran mine

Frozen peace surrounds me

Muffles liquid cries

Sings a siren song

Rest in Her lullibies

Silver tipped tongue

Drips clouds like velvet words

Winds like secret whisper

Truth the spine needs heard

It was a dream

Words swirling,

pen scratching.

I look in the mirror and I am napping.

 

Goodnight.

Hunger game

I doubt my talent,

raging storm of self loathing.

I must be hungry.

Old fashioned love

Hate,

blinding and all encompassing.

Humorous,

uncomfortable laughter ensues.

 

You are too cute.

You are too wild.

I hate your curves.

I hate your smile.

 

How humorous your sweet looks are.

How humorous your accent.

You try and melt my steadfast heart.

You try and take over my soul.

 

I’ll let you time again, for I love you always and forever.

I’ll never hate you never.

The woods

My guide had left, I walked alone,

deeper into a great unknown.

Trodden a road less traveled,

filled with overgrown obstacles.

 

I came upon a snowy clearing,

having no idea what I was nearing.

I walked up to the single lone pine,

in the center of a step incline.

 

As my steps crunched in the snow,

I stated in awe of an afterglow.

A specter appeared before my eyes,

yet I did not run and hide.

 

For this man I knew all too well, he was Robert Frost as close as I could tell.