The Poetry Marathon

It’s Spring!

It’s Spring!

After a bitter winter storm,Spring has sprung.

Embracing a renewal of life and a new hope.

In it’s absence,life is forlorn

Tree branches spread out in thanksgiving.

Soft wind blew dust of magic and turn the grass green, swaying to the splendor of whimsical tune of Spring.

Nostalgic cool breeze awaken birds hatching.

Robins sing and spry their wings to drink the first dew of Spring.

Abundant flowers in rainbow hues and tulips as the queen of Spring.

With gentle swaying and constant trill,the buds of fruits trees,exploding with sweet scent ascending.

It fills the air announcing, it is Spring.

 

 

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Love

There once was a good boy from Japan.

He wanted to grow up to be a man.

He was kind and strong.

Knowing right from wrong.

By his wife, he was loved all life long.

Eyes Bright

She had headlights where most women have eyes;

Two bright brown orbs dancing with light;

They draw you in, or at least;

They drew me in;

Now her head is lying on my breast;

Her curls rising and falling with every breath I take;

And it occurs to me;

We haven’t had “the talk”;

Is she gay?

Is she bi?

Is she straight, but rethinking that career decision once she ended up on my chest?

And then I realize;

I really don’t care;

As long as those beautiful eyes keep staring up at me from my breast;

She could have five husbands;

It doesn’t matter;

Because, right now;

She’s here with me.

-30-

 

Twenty~Two…

He licked her toes and she laughed

giggling in his softness

squirming beneath her

they sighed.

later,

she stroked him ’til they kissed

nestled next to each other

rumbling beside her

they grinned together.

looking into his deep sparkling eyes

she whispered…

(I love you, you silly cat)

Let’s wear out these bodies

Let us grown old together and
travel the world
Tromp across the desert
our skin grown thick as leather

I want to grow old with you
lets skip the kids
The forest we can nurture
as we grow old together

I want to grow old together
you by my side
Riding treetops in stormy weather
our hands clinging tight to the other

Growing old with me beside you
old elephants we are
Wandering off to die together
leave the herd behind

Through the wilderness we’ll wander till one or both goes senile and your’re still in a wheelchair and I’m too weak to push you, then I wander off a cliff like a mountain goat and you can’t unfold your emergency blanket quickly enough (There’s a snowstorm and you have bad arthritis in your fingers) so you slowly freeze to death and the last thing I’ll remember is you and the last thing you’ll think of is me.

Lets not die in some old folks home.

Love

Why is it?
Trust is the glue
For respect and love
It is a simple word
And yet,
We fight
Die
And
Sown
Emptiness
Of this love
Why?
Cause
Trust is the glue
For less blue moons

Book Judging

Don’t you go judging a book by its cover or
Life may go judging a boy by his appearance

Recanting “Farewell”

I lied. I tried.

I cannot say goodbye.

 

 

by Karen Sullivan

Form: Palinode

(The recanting of Poem #23 “Farewell”)

 

 

Hour 22–Non-Traditional Love Poem

Zhubbah da-bibba da-bibba da boo

Punky da-wunky za-bubby da zmoo

Can translate this language?

Dis message for you!

Life in HiDef

It rained today
Knocked the dust right of the sky
Turned it up to ‘HiDef’ digital quality Turkish tile blue
Polished and fluffed the clouds like big feather pillows.

Filtered the air to crisp clean sweet
Like it traveled through fragrant spring meadows
Dancing with crisp white linens
hanging on clotheslines.