The Poetry Marathon

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.

Poem 22

Walking along the shore on summer Sunday afternoons,

collecting rocks and shells, cooling our feet,

you and I.

I always wanted to walk behind you to fit my feet

into your footprints

before the waves came to take them away.

My heart was always afraid a wave would come

to take you away from me.

You were strong and brave in my eyes.

You believed in me and knew I could do great things.

You helped me with my homework and got me past

third grade math.

You took the first story I ever wrote to work

and shared it with everyone in the office.

You took my first poem too.

You knew I had a gift with words.

One day the wave came

to take you away from me.

When things get hard for me,

I write my words and

remember you,

whispering your name for strength:

“Daddy.”

 

Eve Remillard

6/14/2015

We are blessed

God is so good,He blessed me and my family

His blessing is overflowing,sometimes, it’s too many to hold.

God is so good,He blessed me and my other extended family,

His blessing is abundant that He shower me with so much joy that my heart can hold.

God is so good,He blessed my brother, my sisters and relatives too,He is there in times of grief and replace it with relief,what an easy way to unload.

God is so good,He bless the whole  human race,

He touched every widow,orphaned,the hungry and the homeless,in every corner of our world.