An Ending
I cannot fight on
In this battle of loss;
I surrender without condition.
The harder I lift you
With my ebbing strength;
The closer I get to perdition.
write a sestina? (hmmm, not right now)
write a sestina?
well…. that was the prompt-
hmmm, but i don’t want to think that deep
that my mind explodes-
nor curves into some dark corner unable to emerge-
so that no amount of prompting will be able to lift me out.
write a sestina?
hmmm….no, not right now.
instead i’m going to cap this off right here
eat a powdered donut and like kermit, sip my tea –
and i will wait patiently
for someone else’s brilliant stroke of genius to erupt
and i promise i will be amazed.
Reality of Life (Hour 16)
I am thankful for life
Living with my love
it is a good thing to have wealth
My time is my health
Enjoying the fun
what a reality
Right back to reality
there is more to life
than just fun
try some love
take care of your health
maintain your wealth
In the thing we call love there is fun
more health and wealth
It is the reality of life
Sacrifice
Sacrifice
Virginia Carraway Stark
Down they pushed him
His head under the soil
And under the wheels
Of the combine harvester
Blood for the crops
His young face
Once full of smiles
and his young body
With his knocked knees
And a scrape that
He tried not to cry over
But he still
Cried a little
Even though he made his voice brave
A sacrifice was demanded
To make the corn grow tall
His body the offering
Bloody blades
Turn the soil
Contained
My branches reach out
My roots are grounded
But there is no more room
I am aching to stretch
To reach, to dance
But resolved, restricted, bound
Restless is the word
Constricted, non- growing, dying
Rocking, to break the pot
Petit Larceny
Everything
Is as
Nothing
Getting
Is as
Giving
Cursing
Is as
Caring
The difference
Is as
The division
ON MY WAY TO HEAVEN
HOUR SIXTEEN
POEM # 16
24 HOUR
POEM
MARATHON
ON MY WAY TO HEAVEN
On my way to heaven
What a journey it will be
On my way to see Jesus
And give him his glory
My life’s work
On this earth is done
And my final journey
Has just begun
Thank you Dear Jesus
For blessings you give
Thank you Dear Jesus
For teaching us to live
Thank you Dear Jesus
For dying on the cross
Thank you Dear Jesus
For comforting our loss
On my way to Heaven
What a journey it will be
On my way to see Jesus
And give him his glory
My life’s work
On this earth is done
And my final jouney
Has just begun
Written by Carl Mann
The kurlman
6-13-2015
Thank you Dear Jesus
For giving your love
Thank you Dear Jesus
For heaven above
Thank you Dear Jesus
For showing the way
Thank you Dear Jesus
For guidness today
On my way to heaven
What a journey it will be
On my way to see Jesus
And give him his glory
My life’s work
On this earth is done
And my final journey
Has just begun
Thank you Dear Jesus
For hearing our plea
Thank you Dear Jesus
For listening to me
Thank you Dear Jesus
For walking this earth
Thank you Dear Jesus
For giving us birth
One More Bite
Just
One
More
Tiny
Bite.
And I am heavier than before
In underwear too tight to bear.
A closet full of pretty clothes,
Designs I used to wear.
I
Was
So
Fair!
But wine and burgers
Fries and steaks
In those few moments
Merry make
This
Fat
Blob
Of
Take
Take
Take
Just one more bite.
Poem #16
I wonder how much you think you know me.
I mean, according to many, my emotions are an open book,
and I have no talent for telling tall-tales,
even if my life depended on it.
I definitely wouldn’t be able to play poker.
But those are all very obvious, very visual.
Deep down, how well do you know me?
Can you follow the rambling, off-course plummet of my train of thought?
Don’t get distracted by the tracks,
I barely use them anymore.
If we got into a heated argument,
would you know what part of it could drive me to tears?
Or why?
That kind of backstory,
only a select few are privy to such things.
If you feel you know me,
I’d be interested to see what you think you know about me.
And trust me,
I don’t appreciate poking and prying,
whether it be with clummsy bare hands,
or the precision of a surgeon with a scalpel.
Midnight
The hour of recrimination and poltergeists
Relaxed on my cloud, tears seep from my eyes.
I don’t want to know what makes me sad
I want to ignore it.
Racing thoughts disappear and it’s a struggle to remember the details. Only shells of emotions are left.
I wander through their cave-like structures marveling how I have become quite talented at pretentiousness.