The Poetry Marathon

I’m pacing outside the door.

I want to go in

but I can’t.

I know it’s unlocked.

I know I’m invited.

I choose to perch on the railing instead

close my eyes,

and imagine…

Your skin must be so soft

and when it is damp like that,

you must smell so wonderful…

I experiment, breathing in.

I can feel myself taking the soap from your hands,

and as I look into your blue, blue eyes

I slowly slide the bar over your already slippery body

and I move closer still.

I nibble some places that need nibbling,

and I put the bar away because my hands cannot stand

to be even that far away from you…

As I run my fingers all over you,

and our breathing changes,

the phone rings.

Startling me, so that I almost fall off the banister.

Disoriented, with the taste of you still all over me,

I quietly slip downstairs

to answer it..

What one physical object (I am not talking about your dog or cat or baby, but a possession) would you save in case of a fire? Your prompt this hour is to write a poem about that possession.

When I close my eyes.

I can feel your warm breath .

All over my soft body.

Your warm soft kisses.

On my lips .

Your gentle hands caress me closer.

Too your body where I can feel your.

Breath on my soft skin.

A labyrinth
Choices I made
Decision that I stand upon
Working out to one’s heart content
Uplifting spirit to share
Loving so immensely
A shadow overcome
Learning so tenderly
Life is indeed beautiful

Sleep calling out to me

“For Sweet Dreams await

This is as close as you get to Death’s gate

Tears stream here and there showcasing the battle between Awake vs Sleep

Yawning quickly follows

Drifting off into the deep

Elicit my love a dairy
or if prefer a child
I’m in town to tarry
tired of the wild
prithee don’t be wary
pray thee don’t be riled

For should thou be so riled
to linger at the dairy
a wooly beast as wild
may with you choose to tarry
he is a she with child
better to be wary

And why should I be wary
she taunted and she riled
for unforgotten dairy
so circular and wild
the home in which I tarry
to set upon this child

A bowl of fruit my child
no need that you be wary
no matter you be riled
my father owned this dairy
the fruit is from the wild
if you must leave don’t tarry

The cooper may not tarry
in keeping with a child
I shall burn the dairy
if you be so riled
spoiled you be wary
ruined in the wild

Forget that I am wild
I dare not linger, tarry
you see he is my child
a present just as wary
a bastard never riled
upon a wayward dairy

One two dairy three four wild
Five six child seven eight tarry
the wasted wary rounding ten riled

I love delicious tea
with tags of hope
and fun for me
that help to cope
on days I’m not free
to just say nope.

It was a nope
when without tea
I couldn’t cope
and inside me
was shrinking hope
for I could be free.

I yearn to be free
and void their nope,
bold on tea,
that helps me cope
for who would expect me
to give up on hope.

But is that hope
what makes me free
what if it’s nope
does my tea
which helps me cope
lie to me

But inside me
I know my hope
isn’t in my tea
but in my heart. Nope,
the tea is free
from duty to help me cope.

For I’ll always cope
and you’ll see me
manifest hope
completely free
of anything, so nope,
I cannot blame the tea.

So with tea I may cope
but my hope is just me
I choose free over nope

I awaken in the morning
To lick my master’s face
I need food to survive the day
If I play at my pace

I run around the house till rest
And cuddling I need
I dedicate to snarl at cat
Or Mailman’s dirty deed

I protect my parents daily
And show them lots of care
Because one day I might be gone
So my love, I must share

Repeat daily

He stands defiant, a child without Hope
Everyone cares and no one is Kind
He’s alone, untrusting of Compassion
Demonstrating his artistic Rage
Lonely child full of Hate
Home is the comfort of other’s Disdain

Awaken by Disdain
Devoid of Hope
First to Hate
Keeps to his Kind
Full of Rage
Lack of Compassion

Show him Compassion
Free of Disdain
Calm his Rage
Show him Hope
Please be Kind
Reframe his Hate

We deserve his Hate
We expect Compassion
Him to be Kind
We show Disdain
And squash his Hope
While feeding his Rage

Igniting his Rage
Fueling hisHate
Killing his Hope
And Compassion
Promoting Disdain
Of his Kind

He tries to be Kind
Dampen his Rage
And Disdain
He buries his Hate
Tentative with Compassion
And Hope

Teaching him to be Kind, releasing his Hate
Letting go of Rage to make room for Compassion
Converting his Disdain into great Hope