The Poetry Marathon

Stained glass

gleaming multi colored stained glass hanging on log cabin,

It warms the window from frostbite of winter’s glooming.

play it with your creative hands,intricately planned,along with abstract design.

be it fauna or flora,classic or baroque design,

stained glass will forever hunt my mind.

one time,I’m nagging at Mr. Bean,the stained glass artist,when can I make mine,

he said,one day when the winter season comes.

When I came back,his basement studio was dark and freezing and was surprise by his sudden demise,

why you left us with tears in our eyes, before the winter comes,

stained glass will forever tormented my mind,

i wonder when I could make mine.

The End

“Mighty Silverback, I whisper.” (pg. 300)

and with that my book is done.

No! my mind cries, it can’t be over.

Oh! my heart cries, now for a new one.

 

“The One and Only Ivan” by Katherine Applegate

 

Fruit – 19/24

You are the furthest  fruit

on my thankful tree 

And you are the sweetest

You are perfect, ripe and

Juicy enough to make me hungry and thirsty for you, the same

You tell my tongue such beautiful stories

Daphne Did

Daphne must sit on all of the clothes
Daphne must eat on all of the clothes
Daphne must do Daphne things
On top of all of our things
Daphne sits like a toad
She’s a round dog.

My creations

Kept secret and safe.

Written down for all time.

The tomes of ideas are all mine.

 

I will protect what I create.

A Promise

I’d like to begin with a confession: I am not an expert in love.*
In fact I am not an expert on many things.
I can’t sing. I can’t dance. I struggle with rhyming.
But I am willing to try. To try my best. To give it my all.

When you look at our relationship. Look this love.
I am not afraid to be vulnerable or be open.
When you lose your faith or you feel broken.
I promise to stand by your side and no wander.

As negativity surrounds us and the world gets you down.
I promise to stand tall as a great red wood.
A remind of what you saw in me that was good.
Never will I be perfect. But as long as I live.
I will be here.

 

*^{The Mathematics of Love  Hannah Fry –  p. 1}

Eighteenth poem

Be you, your true heart
Actions speak louder than words
Just follow your soul

Piaf

“Who is that plain little woman,”
asked Mistinguett,

“whose voice is too big for her body?”*

And there is a long wind descending
the aisles of the music halls where
she once reigned.

Yes, little. Yes, plain.

Here we stand, recalling,
in the pews of the Madeleine
twenty years after she has
ascended,

the smallest and the plainest,
with vox exemplary,
narrator of heartbeats,

she, Edith, the most exuberantly
imbalanced.

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*Taken from Piaf by Margaret Crosland.

 

you can’t have your cake and eat it too

“Why not?!” She cried in a thousand ways,

“I’ve paid my dues, I’ve challenged the days

There’s plenty of cake sitting on my plate

So why must I swallow the shadows I hate?”

 

A new season arising

“I am going  out to clean the pasture spring”

from “An Invitation The Pasture “

Robert Frost’s Poem by Louis Untermeyer

 

a new season arising

just like springtime in our lives

encountering and enriching

forever refreshing and ever inflaming in our hearts

 

moving from season of immense coldness

white colors illumines the surrounding

bringing new colors and new fervor

touching in the lives of many

 

Nature’s renewal remembering

ongoing regaining its beauty and  its everlasting  luster

a life springtime

a new haven