The Poetry Marathon

Evicted

Sweat, pain, and tears.

Anger, hatred, and fears.

Cast out amongst the throng.

No end in sight.

 

Questions of self worth are brought to light.

 

Boxes, bags, assorted crates.

Tables, chairs, and bed frames.

No money for gas.

No place to live.

 

Yet it’s expected and demanded that I forgive.

 

Yet here I stand.

 

Here I stand against it all.

Fighting, flying through it all.

Reborn, anew

Not from your seeds

 

But from my heart and truest deeds.

 

 

Now I shall forget you.

Now I shall move on.

For my stories just beginning.

 

# 12 poetry marathon: Moving

 

nothing ever stays the same.
changes happen.
you get up maneuvering your body and stretching.You travel from a house to house, city to city, state by state, or countries. constantly seeing and feeling changes.
like a chameleon instead changing color;
one modifies their location.
Even the evergreens, cedars, maples with the grasses always stirring with the north wind.

As a race, we are always moving….never settling like stars in the constellation.
racing, engaging, changing.

Eat Me

I want to be a brazen criminal

I want to steal you away with my words

Nibble vowels on your neck

Drip adjectives on your lips

Take you to a place you have never been before

My dearest reader

I want to rock your world

I want your legs to shake, unable to move

Because I just gave you the best mind fuck of your life

I want you to consume my prose

like a hungry famished bear woken up from hibernation

I want to leave you breathless, stunned and amazed

Aching and hungry for more

I want you to beg, beg me to write you more words

So you can feast and grow fat on my words

I want my words to dribbled down your chin

Like peach juice after the first bite

I want you, to want more

Of me

Home sweet home

The anticipation of how to set up the new place

Color schemes

Is the furniture I have now gonna work where I’m going?

Do i just want to start over?

Sending emails about empty printer paper boxes to use to store the tangibles of my life

Or I could just throw everything into oversized contractor garbage bags

And safely secure the fragile things

U-Haul

Bribing family and friends for assistance

So no one wants to share a helping hand unless getting food or something else in return

Heading towards a new

Home sweet Home

 

Mother’s Day

wisdom meter

go beyond fears
ignite the flame of life
go beyond doubts
turn your creative mind
go beyond pain
inhale a relieving spirit
go beyond the failures
examine existing treasures
go beyond the inconvenience
seek emotional fitness
when you find a way beyond ways
of becoming
to uncover the pressures
you become change
the torch
the portals of discovery
it is within
yourself
beyond the line
beyond the goal
beyond earth
beyond future
you are the child beyond all
the true wisdom
to shine
until the end of time

my revised poem( go beyond)
googled photo

#12 Prompt: moving

Painful Reminder, Post #2

It will not stop.

Hovering, suffocating.

It will not stop.

Grieving, mourning.

 

Closer and closer still,

It will not waiver.

Closer and closer still,

Reminding failure.

 

Feel the pain,

Paralyzing.

Feel the pain,

Sacrificing.

When Souls Collide

awakened from a deep slumber, my mind still drifting
caught myself in what could be a distant revelry
spinning around in a vast ocean of swirling neon hues
feeling as though I was being sucked up
to a strange world living inside these pastel dreams.

I let the gentle current take control of me
brought me to a place far from reality
and when time stopped, asked myself
“Can this be the real me?”

A heavenly sanctuary I was led,
blinding colors with sharp glares greeted me
a calming presence took hold of me as I walked in
as I slowly came to recognize the souls floating up the air.

They were clothed in immaculate white gowns
with shining faces, no trace of sadness from within
in this place you remain young at heart
knowing no adversities just plain old simple happiness!

Suddenly the space surrounding me darkened
and with a flash of beaming light,
found myself collide with the other souls
seems that I was taken back to the different phases of my existence.

Author/Poet Elizabeth E. Castillo

Sequential Rhythm

 

We came home on a tidal wave. It slowed and lapped our front porch;

It receded and then we made pancakes and called them puffy crepes.

We watched reruns of a broken down clown jobless at our carnival.

We made a documentary of my earthquakes and tsunamis.

We placed our feet on land and woke up at 3 am; the heat made us crazy.

We drank pear wine and sipped the air outside of weed and grass clippings.

We drank so thick that our noses turned into rivers and our lungs into ponds.

We left the dog days of summer into crisp red leaves and dry autumn suns.