The Poetry Marathon

Poetry Prompt Four: Specific Genre Romance

Looking out over Phnom Penh,

Watching over the rain again,

Not chasing the gold,

But the opportunities, two-fold,

Could we stay one more span?

Factor this into our plan?

I see so many,

Keep moving on after a one-year trip,

I’m about to see my sixth year hit,

No longer than two years in one place,

But this may change due to that one and only face.

I’ve seen it change in the past two years,

Just like this city we have come to call home,

There are always these kinds of fears,

But together, we know we could actually, anywhere, bloom.

So, whether it be in Phnom Penh,

Or another place again,

Looking back here,

Or even further to New Zealand,

The best thing is we can be together,

And wherever we end up it could well be forever.

Poem #8: Hunger.

We’d build a home in a ravaged land,

The static high in the sky,

It’s tasting like the steel of your heart,

The soft mechanic pull of your breath,

We are building up the disaster here.

I wanted you to disappear,

But I see there is hunger there in your eyes,

Wanting so much, but never going after it,

It’s never enough for your soul.

I know, I know these things will inevitably change again,

And we last, oh god, we last in the last remnants of the day,

But the day has only begun,

These thoughts fill so stupid,

Fuck, I hate the sound your name makes in my throat,

And on my lips.

We would build in these ravaged lands,

Because the mess is the image of us,

And there is a hunger here, for you,

Always you,

A hunger for change, and you.

Be Kind- Rewind

Remember the days

When a night of movie viewing

Involved a trip to the local video store

 

There were VHS tapes

Lining the walls side by side

In different genres and themes

 

It was important to get there early

When this movement first began

And hope there was a VCR available to rent

 

When I think back to the excitement

Of an at home movie night

And a Popingo suitcase VCR

 

It still makes me smile

Remembering the stack of cassettes

With the bold stickers- Be kind, rewind.

 

Poem #8

The clouds are calling out to each other overhead,
anger flashing between them,
and the remnents of their words coming down to us in a cacaphony.

Sometimes I wonder about what they must be arguing about,
or if some of it is just a show of force to those of us on the ground.
Reasons for us to not taunt those beyond our understanding,
and so far up above our heads.

They must have really high opinions of themselves,
or they wouldn’t be so loud when they choose to be.
I think they like the attention that a bright light or a loud boom gets them.

Or maybe they’re just lonely up there,
and want to be seen again,
since cloudwatching has become such a lost pastime lately.
They miss the admiring eyes of those on the ground looking up,
and seeing amazing shapes and creatures in their midst.

Do you Need Me?

We need to talk.
We need to see.
We need each other.
We need a moment alone.
We need to have faith.
We need kindness.
We need trust.
We need love.
We need the way we compliment each other.
We need the feelings we share.
We need the idea of us will endure.
I need you.

we need

we need one another

we need to support one another

we need to spur one another

we need to bring vitality to one another

we need to be with each other

in each other springs life anew

in each other sparkling another to life loving

Little Mouse

Little Mouse
Virginia Carraway Stark

Little black teardrop
Mouse
Brought to the bearer of light
Big eyes
Of black
Ness
Eating up
Potential with
Little chittering teeth
Long tail
Dark brown fur
Fallen to doom
In this
The thirteenth
Of June

Rat Race

Hustle till I can’t see,

muscle not necessary,

bustle because the brook is deep,

subtle as far as eye can see,

huddle is where I wanna be,

muddle so you can picture me,

escape until eternity,

imprint so you remember me.

This side of empty

Purple deep and dark,
I hear no trees but wind-cars.
I will fall back in.

Frisco

With my heart tucked into my pocket I flew into the massive city of San Francisco where petrified giants and delicious cacophony consumed me

In that city I met beautiful women, with delicious skin, blonde hair,and blue eyes that pierced my soul

When I wasn’t falling over the street curbs and cracks in the sidewalks, I was falling in love with every single woman that smiled at me