The Poetry Marathon

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I’m complicated
I’m uncontrollable
I’m a nightmare
I’m out of balance
I’m not quite
I speak my mind
I made mistakes
I’m not adjustable
I’m not a child
I have ambition
I’m materialistic towards my own earnings
I’m not in control of my crazy side
I’m no angel
I speak my emotions out loud
I attend to make assumptions
I don’t fake
I hate to compromise
I hate to lose, but I’m not a sore loser
I fall and rise back up
I’m not perfect
I like to think I don’t stereotype, but I had probably done it
I don’t believe in single stories
I’m aggressive when I had to be
I dislike bully.
I’m not an animal lover, but I won’t abuse them.
I believe the if you don’t like something or a situation , only you can make changes.
I trust, but I also verify.
I welcome changes, bc I’m not afraid of challenges.
I want it all, but I’m aware the I don’t get everything, only what I work hard for.
I learned not to expect other to see what I see.
I’m not a follower and don’t pretend to be a leader.
I’m in the pursuit of happiness and grateful for each day.
I’m sometimes everything
You don’t want and it’s ok.
I’m not a cage
The doors don’t have locks
Honesty it’s just the key in any mess.
I love a good chessboard game.
My obsession its to checkmate the king.
I’m smart
I’m not ordinary
I am me…
—Marquez Meriyen

Thirteenth poem

I wander down this path and see.
Another choice I need to make.
A split in the road just ahead of me.
Not the first I’ve seen, not the last to be.
And it’s always hard to know which to take.

Sometimes they wrap back up around
Meeting with the other choice.
But some are harder than they sound
And I fear I won’t be found
Before I lose my voice.

The Road Not Taken (hour 13)

Two roads in life,
I am not able to travel on both,
I had a chance to stood before both,
one was straight and wide,
The other was narrow and had alot of obstacles,
it was over grown with alot of bushes,

I now had to make a choice,
should I take the straight and wide ,
or the narrow and full of obstacles,
My heart skipped a beat, it was in my throat;
As i thought about what my choice will be,
I was tired and confused from looking and trying to decide,

I chose to go on the narrow path
Because it was less trodden and Heaven.
will be my grand reward for pressing on!
Faith chose me, i did not chose faith,
so i pushed forward and never looked back.

I am proud to say this, with out a doubt
somewhere down the road in the future:
Two roads one to life and the other to destruction, and I—
I chose the one no one chose to travel on,
That is what made me who I am today.

The courage I have found,
has made me turn around,
Only one road I am walking,
In my life time,
Only one Road that leads to life.

Poem13/24 “The Road Less Traveled”

Along the journey of life

There’s always two sides

One, who will lead to succeed

The other who will lead to drift

Two side built the same structures

Same features

Same fruits

Same roots

Each side has an options

Has an reflections

Has an regrets

Has an visions

The other side might have short cut

To let the traveler not get tired

But nearly, the endpoint will arrived

Didn’t know if the traveler will survived

The other side might too long

Too risky to prolong

More challenge, more cautions

Where a side, a traveler may belong

Its a matter of a good choice

Act not only by a voice

Its a matter of a very good desicion

Where a traveler can lie his motion

As a traveler to different ways

Think more than twice as those sun rays

That in the end

No regret

Don’t choose an easy path

It will pushed to an empty heart

Where a traveler can’t come back

And no place to start

Love

Your love will make.

My soul.

Burn for your kisses.

Your love will put the fire.

Out in my soul.

Prompt for Hour Fourteen

For this prompt I want you to write about food. Literary writing with a theme has become much more popular lately and there are a surprising number of literary journals devoted to publishing creative work about food.

You can tackle this theme from any angle. You can write about how much you love or hate a certain kind of food, you can rant about gluten intolerance, you can write about your favorite meal, or what food you loved as a child. The particulars are all up to you.

Washing the Dishes

I poured the liquid soap

Pale pistachio green shade

With ingredients to keep skin

Soft after all these years of

Being my own housewife I failed at

This and tonight I begin to

Wash some, but not all the

Dishes, pot, knives, forks, spoons

Laying there, yes I wash them by hand

No dishwasher, no modern

Apps to make things easier

Or more tolerant of tasks

I put off doing or skip entirely, no

I am defiant not going to

Do work without reward

Reminding me of the old

Fashioned way I live, obscure, dated

In black and white, no color

No stereo, no technology

To keep me company, none.

Poem #14: Audible Emotion

Audible Emotion

Pluck my heart like strings, and strum me a fine tune.
My eyes are wrought of steel and I cannot move: I can only see outward.
You cannot embrace that which is burdensome—no, that has been my duty.
Drums beat a storm.
Hearts beat and I cannot hear my own.
Remind me to rewind the movie soon, so I can watch how this happened to happen.
And get me some more misfortune at the store, will you please?
And so it begins.
They are gone and that’s not my hand she’s holding.
“Who what where when why how—”
Can this be?
I am a bad rhythm but I’d rather be that than no rhythm.
Lines of words like rails of crosses I tread alone upon.
My hand yet is still empty.
If your head is in the clouds, mine is in the sinking sea.
Yet both those can only go so far.
Lips collide, and I am the street light above them in the park.
I become the grass they stand on, and I share the air they breathe.
I am the bed sheets, and last I am the mirror on the wall and it shatters.
My eyes fade, and I am steel-eyed once again.
Home is not meant to run from you.
But I am a trance—
Within a panorama of my life made into cinema—
I am the rewind button that cannot stop playing.

The Road Less Traveled

A magic fork bends within the wind
It’s split in two
One half of the silver leans to the right
The other to the left
The metal lines point out
The way
Each one strays
I slip through
Neither

The Water portal opens
It’s a gaze
Space and time
As I walk through
Leaving the fork behind
As the moment of shredded lessons
It’s the one less road seen or taken
But I was the one
On who saw something

 

Nailed it

Jesus is a state of mind,
A promise of the afterlife,
A puzzle piece encased in time,
A question mark of questioned crime.

Two thousand years of short shots at eternity,
Two thousand years of sprint from sin,
Two Thousand years of persecution,
Two thousand years of “search within.”

The timber starts to break apart,
Can we now climb up from the cross?
Can we now open hearted love,
Without the fear of lust or loss?