The Poetry Marathon

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.

 

Attending Swine – 22/24

The wind howled in the background

Like a coyote tea kettle

Begging for the attention of it’s attending swine

 

He descended the stairs, his hooves thudding 

 

And stirred the pot once more

Front of House Love Song

(To be performed in the slightly nasal, up-beat style of a FOH speech before a theatre show.)

Good evening, ladies and gentlemen
Or rather, YOU, sir,
You wickedly handsome devil,
And welcome to this evening’s love song.
For your enjoyment
And before the performance begins,
We’d like to ask you
To make sure all mobile phones
(Mainly yours, you luscious man)
Are switched off
Or put on silent.
You won’t want anything to interrupt this,
You gorgeous, gorgeous boy…
Emergency exits are sited
In the flowing areas…
Here.
Here.
Here.
And here.
You won’t need them, though,
Will you?
You strike me as being in this for the long run, darling:
No quick exits for you!
And we’re glad to hear that;
So very, very glad!
This evening’s performance
Will last a lifetime, sir.
There’ll be laughter, tears and plenty of drama,
And some of it
(Or a great deal of it, should we say, darling man)
Will be of a highly adult variety.
Bet that brought a smile to your face, hmmmm, you naughty boy?
There will be no interval –
No break from this performance –
For we know that’s what you asked for
And it’s something we’re more than happy to provide.
Now all that’s left for us to say
Is sit back
And enjoy the show!

(Mwah!)

(c) Anne McMaster 2015

Love (hour 22)

A special kind of love for you and me
A special type of togetherness one cannot see
It wraps us tenderly in its web
And holds us gently in its cocoon.

Its hands are spread like fine gold
softly keeping us in its fold
Like silver thread it holds us together
Bonds like glue as its meant to last for ever.

though some times a thread will break
A new one is spun in its place
To bind our love closer and keep us strong
In a special world of love, where both of us belong.

Maggots <3 Dead Things

White and wiggly

And full of goo

 

Maggots are baby flies

Feeding on rotting

Flesh pie

 

First on the scene

When an animal dies;

Breathes through the same hole

Where it poos

 

White and wiggly

And full of goo

Water – 21/24

The water pours over my head,

I breathe it in

The hardness assures me that I am a  nun now And no one will question that I am pure

 

Written in the 5am hour but late posting!! Netflix ate my Internet connection and I didn’t notice that it didn’t post.   Sorry¡!:((

hour 16

As night falls and all is calm, the air is cool the moon lights up the sky

Looking up gazing at the stars oh there’s the big dipper and now a shooting star quick make a wish

It’s getting cold now I think I will go inside till morning and the sky turns blue

So good night from me to you

#22 – Germination

It starts in your Heart

Not the one beating in your chest

The one you’re holding in your hand

Sensitively,

Sensually,

So lovely

 

It starts in your Heart

Where all is drumming love

Pinch by pinch

To reach the cosmos

Inch by inch

Where all is gone through

 

Astral fears and dismisses

The cat is looking blue

Is missing his planet glue

To stand alone and be true

It starts in your Heart,

You know which one,

It’s called

Germination

 

Your Heart germinates

All it can, especially

When you’re not in there

It’s easier and safer

For your Heart to do so

It’s all happening despite of you

It’s called

Germination

 

It’s called

Germination

And from your Heart

In your hand

It’s a supplication

Your Heart

Calls

Germination

 

 

 

 

defining love

for centuries, poets and music makers

have sought the definition of love,

females of all ages, with list of deal breakers,

try to do anything that might give it a shove.

but they are looking in the wrong places,

expecting it to come with flowers and prose,

demanding it be attached to handsome faces,

or at least someone that compares them to a rose,

if they were to stop chasing fantasy and folly,

they would find it’s been all around them the whole time,

in the dirty fist offering a taste of a lolly,

in the sweet kisses from faces covered in grime,

in tickle soft touches from furry noses,

and butterfly wisps of whiskers.

love is not something you have to suppose

from grown up double speak and whispers,

it flies on the breezes with unexpected sneezes

and chubby armed hugs accompanied by “UP’s”

Love is not something you have to seek,

it is given, unasked, everyday of the week.