The Poetry Marathon

OUR FLAG

HOUR TWENTY THREE

POEM #23

24 HOUR

POEM

MARATHON

OUR FLAG

Stars and stripes forever,

Our enemies never.

A background of blue,

Stars always in view.

May it fly high,

Touching the sky.

Sing loud and clear,

Give America cheer.

America strong and great,

Flying over every state.

If our flag got tore,

In battle or war.

It could forever be found,

Flying high not on the ground.

All enemies beware,

With pride we care.

Our flag flies high,

Touching the sky.

Written by Carl Mann

The kurlman

6-14-2015

Dig Deep

You know it’s there
Look, search, find
Dig, dig deeper
Go within
Unearth the impossible
Go on, Dig Deep!

Scars – 24/24

I took down the for rent sign

My scars are no longer for sale

I use them as a ladder for when I visit hell

 

@ angel rosen

 

Such a bad poem. I tried. So tired.

hour 24 poem

wedding party downstairs..
i dream of peaceful nights
in my hotel room

FINAL POEM!!!! *O*

What do you say at the end of the day,
When the day’s work is done, but there’s no room for fun?

Birdsong is dying down, while the sun sets on this small town.
The day workers are heading home, telling their families of progress over the phone.

You walk in the door and loosen your tye, and for a moment you ask youself why.
But the excited chatter of your kids remind you, that they are the reason for all that you do.

Pick-Me-Up

Addicted to the 1st time

Mind has since been blown

Feening for a new high

Cause life feels too low

Stress over what is

Pain from the past

A temporary numbing

Won’t last but I need it fast

Madness has taken it’s course

Spiraling out of control

Used to be functional

Before reason and I divorced

Slumber is all too simple

Appearance on the decay

But this lil pick-me-up

Gives sanity a chance

 

Hour 24: Elope

Kiss me now

And kiss me quick

Before my father sees

I love you dearly

But he clearly

Disagrees

Speak your love

And speak it fast

Before your mother hears

I have guessed

I manifest

Her fears

Say ‘I do’

And say it soon

Before they find us missing

We’ll be maligned

If they should find

Us kissing

Poem 20: The You Tube

Telling me to write a poem to a
YouTube song is about as useful
as telling me to stop loving you.
First of all, the damn ad comes on,
distorting from the get-go whatever
the song might have been. And
then the damn drums, like the
little boy who is supposed to play
for Jesus, but loud drums make
the baby cry, so what will we do
for a savior after that?
And what will we do, you and I?
Who will save us from what’s ahead,
the stove left on, the Silver Alert,
which we joke about, like its Florida’s
folly, but we both know we will need it
someday, if you get lost and I can’t find you,
on the way to Fort DeSoto or Sanibel. Who
will save us from this damn repetitive tune,
over and over again? I hope I’ll forget it
completely, today, this morning, before
breakfast, and not have it stuck in my head,
like “Three Times A Lady,” or God forbid,
“Come, they told me, pa rump a pum pum.”

(Hour 23) 8.30-9.30pm — #3 “Cup of Tea”

The sestina isn’t complete, so this placeholder will have to suffice.

#3

goodness me
dearie me
monkey on the tree
& one little flea 

you and me
debbie mcgee
one more cup of tea
& i’m free (nearly) 

& finally — the last for today, #37.

The end

The end
Virginia Carraway stark

It’s the end to All this
I’m glad I came Along
For the ride
Cuz it’s the end of All this
It wasn’t the best time
Or the first time
But it was a time
And I’m glad I saw it
Because otherwise
I never would have dreamt
That it all came down like this
It’s ok
Here we are
And after all this
I’m glad if the road we took to get here