The Poetry Marathon

I want to wrap your legs around my head and wear you like a crown”
She said to me.
My cheeks turned red, like the cherry in the bottom of my glass.

massive amounts of alcohol flowed through her

I slid my jello like limbs closer to her.

I felt comfortably suffocated by the body heat radiating from the room.

Music was ripped through the speakers

I sucked the rest of my drink out of my straw,

wondering if this woman knew how old I was,

wondering if she was really paying attention to what I was saying,

wondering if she cared

or was she merely focused on my cleavage that hung out of my tight black button down.

In the beginning God created the Heaven and the earth
Oh how magnificent creation is
The earth is so beautiful
The flowers are blooming
the fruit trees blossoming

Birds are chirping
Animals playing
Children are laughing
Oh what a beautiful day it is
I am in love with the work of his hands

Just to bask in the splendor
and Beauty of God
The creator of the earth
and humankind
God is truly amazing

Look at the stars in the sky
The moon in all its beauty
The sun shines so bright giving light
Oh what an amazing sight
In the beginning God created the heaven and Earth

The gun is loaded

The muzzle is raised

I have no recourse

I must make the grab

What a lovely day you make,

when I hear and behold,

the sound of the Ohio river, soft cascading water,serenading my day.

was it a lullaby, a stress free life to go by,

so be it,when can I get hold,

the sound of the Ohio river, hunting my mind.

My hands have…

been the first to hold a newborn baby,

prepared a meal,

changed diapers,

taught young hands how to write,

put a puzzle together,

crocheted a blanket,

written countless words,

cradled a sick child,

planted flowers,

shaved my father’s whiskery face,

been the last to hold my sister,

folded in prayer,

caressed a loved one’s hand,

held the hands of a loved one making the final journey,

reached for the hands of my young children.

My hands are strong…

they are connected directly to my heart.

Eve Remillard

6/14/2015

Skin made of paper

Bones made of wire

Ink replaceblood

Eyes burning fire

Time has mormeaning

Than any place on earth

Goodbyes stealthe should’ve s

Wasted on lies merth

Goodbye to your shadow

I now clip your wings

You never were an angel

And you never shall be king

Your name remains unspoken

You don’t know what to choose

But soon you will become

The one you wish to loose

Until God should design

Man of a new meatal

Return you to the ground

For time and let it settle

For now enjoy the silence

Perched up on youmantle

Surround  yourself with things

Go build your dream toy castle

But as time slips by

The only face you’ll have

Is lonely reflectiom

And what you could have had

Ghosts will call your name

Echo in yoursoul

The empty hall of veins

That quiet evermorel

Wooden Hearts
Virginia Carraway Stark

Bonsai trees
Float in a purple sky
As the hoot of an owl
Echoes through the forest
Where restless spirits roam
And trees uproot themselves
To follow their wooden hearts
And the loves that call
To them on owls wings
Gone from their arms
But lingering in the bonsai branches
This is the dream time they have fallen into
But it’s not as scary as the last one

Grab a random book from your shelf. It can be a book of any genre. Use either the first sentence from the first chapter or the last sentence from the last chapter as the opening line of the poem. Make sure to note the name of the book and the author in a footnote to the poem.

Your magic is filling my soul.

With love.

You are going so deep.

With  your love.

Make my soul on fire.