The Poetry Marathon

Hour Five. Morning Star.

I fell like a star from the sky

A ball of flame to blackened ground

As I stood in darkness

Fallen from the heights

Of great and luminous beings

I stood on earth liberated

I felt free and well

To think as I please

A challenger to that tyrant

Who would call himself god

No man is god to me

and no man should be

a god but to himself.

I stood amoungst man

Who called me Morning star,

Lucifer to their tongue,

I am the great illuminator,

Of light and knowledge

Of truth for oneself,

I gave them their right

to their own minds.

Of knowledge for good,

Or evil, No one being

purely either

I gave them also burning desire

For knowledge and truth,

For passion and pleasure,

For hate and love,

For the coo of a dove,

Or the howl of the wolf

That primal nature

Which all men harbor

For power and glory

For their own honour

Man stood mystified and fearful

Then some lamented

Their loss of innocence

Some foolishly wished only for bliss

A blind kiss from some misbegotten holiness

But you cannot have joy without pain

You cannot know glory without first knowing disdain

A man can’t truly live life without death

A life isn’t lived without loss

For with nothing to lose there is nothing to gain

So I be a snake in the sand?

Or am I something more grand?

Truth must be sought

Like Liberty is forever fought

While some kneel or bow

I stand strongly sound

Forever a rebel

I fight for my own heart!

 

 

 

POEM 11

From the very first moment

I knew that you were my favourite one.

You were tiny and so tender,

you required all our attention.

 

But it was such a pleasure to play

with you after finishing homework!

You were my coffee-like little wonder

and I loved to hold you in my arms.

 

Caressing your caramel-like fur

was like touching fine silk or satin.

Your blue eyes were so expressive

and your tail was so funny.

 

I nearly forgot you and though

I can remember you in your first days of life.

You were my sweetest gift and you made

a part of my childhood so much more pleasant.

 

Cats were not your friends,

but you did not harm them.

When you died of old age

I suffered, I suffered very much.

But your memory is still present.

Companion

on all fours

running about

faithful and trusty friend,

devoted and protective

great life companion

bringing smiles

to those with whom he shares his life

looking out

until his house mate returns

that is how he lives his life

By: KMH 2015

Indigo

Lit by starlight

and moon beams

Powered by inner sight

and night dreams

Take my Spirit to soar

beyond the great divide

Where I was before

one with All inside.

#11bis – At the time of carnival

He is so frightening

With his scaring-animals eyes

His cut-bleeding nose

His green filthy teeth

And grungy beard

 

He lives in the mosses

With his big M on his front

His pink ears buzzing

And his hell horns open to

The desert landscape

 

Yes, he’s famous for

Playing in a horror movie

Without any makeup

And nobody believes it

Wait to see him

 

In the morning

No more temptation

To go further more

Than in this disguise

At the time of carnival

 

 

 

It’s All Good

It isn’t so bad

Really

It’s just one of those things

One of those moments in life

One of those steps you take

One of those mountains you fall off of

You know where you hit rocks with your head

You break a leg or two

Blood streaming down your face

One of those things

Like when you go for a swim

And the tide carries you out

And you end up in the middle of the ocean

Far away from everything

Treading water to save your life

Waves holding you in place

One of those things

Those places

Nothing much

Really it’s all good

Completely

It happens,

It’s one of those steps you take

It’s just one of those things

Seriously

It’s all flipping flocking fine

Nothing to worry about here.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

A cat called Asimov

Deep, dark predatory desire

shirks detection deep in your gaze

striking primeval chords of fear

distantly related to your prey’s.

 

Gently, you move on soft silky paws

peaceful, but prowling just the same

always but an instant from deadly claws

that so viciously kill and maim.

Not About a Dog Haiku (Poem 11/24)

My best friend is man

My tongue hangs out the window

Collars makes me itch

 

Great Excitement! (hour 11 of half marathon)

Great excitement!  Great excitement! We burst with delight!

Wahooooooo, sings Tazz, while Harper gives kisses when Dana comes for dinner.

We love our Dana, oh yes!  Dana gets on the floor and plays with us, snuggles with us, brings us toys too.

Oh life is so good, yes yes yes, when Dana comes for dinner!  Wahoooooo!

Finnegan

I met Finnegan when I was four and he was cowering against the side of his shelter kennel;

His colleagues pranced, as if to say “Somebody, anybody, spring me from this joint!”

But Finnegan was as placid as  a monk contemplating the Dao;

It worked;

I told my Mom “If we don’t take him, nobody else will”;

And so we did;

I was too young to take care of him, so;

One night;

He broke his leash and ran into the Bayside night;

Ever since then, I’ve wondered if my weakness for sad sacks;

Is because;

I want Finnegan back.

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