The Poetry Marathon

Withholding Nothing (hour 14)

In this the 14th hour Lord I surrender all to you,
I give you my all oh Lord, I am empty,
I pour out every thing to you,
I will withhold nothing, I give it to you,

My deepest regrets they all belong to you,
Surrenderance to you Lord, I give you all of me,
Here it is Jesus take it from me,
Withholding nothing, i give you all,

All my pain and grief Lord I give it to you,
I surrender my all to you Jesus,
I give my self away, so you can have your way,
I refuse to hold back Lord,
I won’t go back Jesus,
I have been changed, there is peace in you,

ALL BELONGS TO YOU Jesus!!

Beholder

they say beauty is in the eye of the beholder, I hold her, I hold her in my mind, in my skin and in my fears, trying so hard to protect her, she is me, beauty by eyes of mirror view, I long to hold her in peace, guide her in justice and quiet her when need be…

Hour 14: Coppelia

Wind up my key and watch me dance

in torpid trance

in manacle

mechanical

 

Pull on my strings and make me leap

in waking sleep

in bondage held

by hand propelled

 

I pray Drosselmeyer’s pity

painted pretty

naught but a doll

plaything to all

#14 – Rabbit Pope

The pope of Rabbits

The “rabbit pope”

Got eyes everywhere

To spy on all rabbits

Journeying down their holes

Got ears all over the place

To keep an eye on theirs

The rabbit pope

Is a control Freak

And a f***ing moron

Not even grateful

For the hideaway

Where he can play

 

Rabbit Pope

Got eyes everywhere

Is very pop

In underwear

 

 

 

I Want To Tickle Your Tongue

Tickle, Tickle
All over your tongue
Air moves,
What is it?
Do I want you to taste it?
Do I want you to kiss it?
Or Do I just want
You to be tickled
How can the mind?
Surrender to this space and time
When all the flavor
Of each taste
Collides
Deep and deeper
Into the sky
What do I want?
I want to tickle,
Tickle, tickle
Your tongue
What is it?
What is it?
That I want
Do you feel it from my heart and soul?
Can you see it?
Or do I have to show you
How to embrace it!
It’s here
For you!

A Failed Recruitment

At fourteen, I was almost recruited
by PETA. The documentary screening

in the basement of the Crescent Hill Library
really got me, the one Joaquin Phoenix

narrated. My friend Kelsey accompanied
me, and touched my knee when Joaquin

spoke, regretful, elegaic, over graphic
footage of a dolphin’s belly being slit,

dangling from a hook in a warehouse.
Unwarranted cruelty. Of course I sobbed.

Of course I put my email down
for newsletters and future updates.

Of course I got the stickers with cute
yellow chicks announcing “I am not a nugget.”

Long story short, upon returning home,
I announced my intentions to my mother.

Mother’s response: “Nutella’s got milk in it.”
The words sank in slowly. Oh no. Oh no,

I wouldn’t ever give that up.

Hour twelve

Chocolate

My obsession
With chocolate
Is beyond
My control

It’s like my body
Craves it
At times
I’m not even aware of

I’m like a shark
Who’s just smelled
The fresh scent of blood
From its prey
I can smell
Chocolate cake
From a mile away

The moment a piece
Of chocolate
Enters my mouth
And
Makes love
To my taste buds
A sense of
Euphoric bliss
Comes flooding
Over me

This obsession
With chocolate
Is absurd…
No doubt!

-Angelica Villarruel

The Road Not Taken

The road not taken,

is one of the great tragedies in life;

our lives,

bound by duty,

living hard, as the years go by

Sometimes we stop to think that we should take that road,

and suddenly the current comes

there again,

away we go

Life tugs and pulls at us

blocking our visibility

More time goes by

and finally

you are hit again with

the memory

but you move on

down more familiar paths

Until one day, you finally realize

that it is far too late

and the reminders and memories

turn to regrets,

you mourn, and weep, for the road not taken

By: KMH 2015

Vinegar Popsicle

Worry

It presses

Like a corset on my mind;

It is crumpled remains

Of an ancient fountain;

It is scraping iron

On brick;

It is the taste of a

Vinegar

Popsicle.

It is the smell

Of burnt popcorn;

It is the spirit being

Worn away.