The Poetry Marathon

Cooking and writing (hour 9)

Time has come to make dinner
pots rolling, the flames growling
Water boiling
meat prepped
time to get the dinner going

Words need to flow
before the hour go
need to settle in
to get in the groove to get the 10th hour going

Children screaming
Husband call
Dogs Barking
The neighbor call for some assistance

My hands are full
now what do I do
there is so much to do
music playing
breaking my concentration to sort my word

Jolted , bumped, pissed
and all why not just
throw in the towel
call it a day
roll over in my bed
cover my head
and go to sleep , oh sleep so sweet and beautiful

Boxes (5:00 PM)

Pretty little boxes

all lined up in a row.

One by one aligned themselves

but knowing not what for.

 

With their colorful labels

placed neatly to display

what might come to fill them

some hopeful little day.

 

‘Til then they’ll sit politely

lids lying open in wait

for something to fill the dark

some pretty little day.

It’s All Relevant (Poem 9/24)

Here I go.

Writing whatever comes to mind.

I’ve only got five minutes to spew words out onto the paper.

I’m outside.

It’s windy here.

I’m glad I’m able to write as I play.

I’m watching my kids run and slide on skateboarding ramps.

To be free as the wind.

Running with it.

Jumping with it.

Flying with it.

I’m going to break free, like the wind and my kids.

Here I go,

RUN!!!

Poem9/24 “LoVe Connection”

Even how bad my parents are

They are still my father and mother

I won’t be here without them

I won’t see the green nature land

I won’t see myself taking the risk,

Obstacles, and slowly reaping success

I love them both

Even now they are separated

There is “love” that still connected

Poem #9: Lesson

Horse throws me to dirt
I get back on him again
I learn from bruises

You Expect Me to What?

Fuck, are you serious?

You expect me to set a timer?

I don’t have one

Well actually I do,

On my phone but I hate doing that.

How about I just write for like five minutes,

Screw the editing,

Straight from the brain

Buku crazy stuff that makes no sense.

That is how I write most of my poetry after all.

I know, I gotta be more open minded

I guess five minutes out of my life isn’t so bad,

God knows I am giving you

Twenty four hours of my life

The least I could do is give you five minutes.

But the fifteen for editing?

That’s pretty extreme.

Oh wait, I forgot to set the timer.

Is it five minutes yet?

I have no idea, no concept of time

Ah hell, failed already.

Next prompt please?

In the Green

In the Green
Virginia Carraway Stark

Flutter
A rustle
A movement
And then
The chill edge
Of the damp June wind
Even the afternoons
Can be cold
Fluttering
Rustling
Leaves
Flash
Silver bellies
Like fish
In the pond of the planet
Where currents flout
The rules
If fluid dynamics
Fluttering
Rustling
Watching
Feeling
I am flying
In the green
Gorgeous world
That branched hands
Have lifted me into
Flying
Happy
Joyous peace
In the green

Moved On

I can’t believe it

after all you were just asking me out

saying you were ready to pursue a serious relationship with me

however you never had time

it was always work or your kid

not that i would ever give you an ultimatum between me or your own flesh & blood

But sometimes you need to give something up

because what’s life without Eros love

Yet you gave someone else the ring

 

Civility

as flawed human beings

finding our own way, and struggling to truly be free;

we constantly search

for an answer;

enlightenment,

 to know,

what we need;

 what does it all mean

what we need

is civility

amongst one another

and the whole of society

to walk with each other

sisters and brothers

to be free

  we then focus less on what we need

to reach a hand and touch a soul

to help calm our nerves

to sharpen our focus

as we stop asking what we need

we are no longer concerned,

we are no longer in search,

of what we need

because we are free

By: KMH 2015

Hour Nine – Shadows

Shadows lurk behind;

Don’t cast, nor be cast upon,

instead be the Light.

Judy Klemos