The Poetry Marathon

Down memory lane to DinosaurLand (5th hour of marathon)

My sister and I slipped away from my mother’s watchful eyes one day,

Or maybe Mom didn’t realize I was in town for the weekend.

We slipped away from caregiving on a secret adventure

To DinosaurLand! With its giant fiberglass dinosaurs and an octopus and a bright green praying mantis too. All somewhat worn and torn but we giggled and posed amid the fiberglass gore and on King Kong’s palm too.

Two sisters having fun yet feeling bittersweet sadness with a taste of guilt.

wishes

Geasy dishes

Give me wishes

Of getting out

 

And push for more

Song of love

The day we were going too be married.

My heart played.

The most beautiful song.

It was like a harp from heaven.

In my heart.

The song was playing for our love.

Too be together forever

One heart in a song of love

Poem5/24 “She managed..”

..her life..

 is miserable, her husband used to punch her, pull her hair, spank her, kick her, but still she accept it. Yet, she don’t fight back

 

..her life..

looks like no direction, she married the man she loved before. She was happy, seems like no regrets. Her whole life she spent to the man she loved. Yet, her love wasn’t enough to let the man love her

..her life..

awaken her for the bad things she went through from her husband. She love him but she can’t be with him anymore. She can’t escape. She was threatened. She might die.

..her life..

pushed her husband to find someone better than her. So she could leave him. She thought it would be better for her and the kids

..her life..

swam along those stormy winds to survived. Patiently accept the pain, the sufferings, and saceificed for her life, her kids, her family. Until one day, she woke up alone. The silence broke the noise. She cried. She was shaken. She embraced herself and her kids

..her life..

started from there seeing light. Seeing life. And finds herself seeking God. She and her kids went to church to thank God for a new beautiful day that makes her and her kids hold , wrap with unconditional love

completely..

Prompt for Hour Six

Use one of the following three images as inspiration to write a poem.

(War)T0RN

I open my eyes

There it is

I was afraid

But for an instant

That I had

Lost it

I was a fool

To think

It would ever

Even in a million years

Not be there

Giving to us

 

Our rain

Is their reign

Providing for us

Divine fire

From the skies

See him

He flies

 

Enter Now

The Great Satan

Devourer of nations

Our heavenly salvation

He who takes lives

Killing husbands

Killing children

Killing wives

And ending people

Fragile people

Feeble People

End us all

We evil people

We sinners

We blasphemers

Who pray

To Satan

That he smite

Us

 

Wipe us away

From this

The pain

And suffering

We must endure

For eternity

The screaming chaos

But there it is

In the place

Where I left it

In the black

Him (Prompt 5)

She said he was smart

He just didn’t know it.

She shared stories about how they met

about one blue rose and their song

In a photo album

the blue rose was pressed on the first page

She said he was her love story

Afterwards

He stumbles in with no explanation

His movement are robotic from smoking fluid dipped cigars.

He paces back and forth

like a confused dog

Reeking of alcohol

he attempts to fight her

The broken energy pulls her away

He throws blurbs of conscious insults

conflicting her earlier words

halting her breath

He separates conversation

stiffens shadows

As her embarrassment stands congregating

I was afraid to look her in the face

He was exposed and

Peeled her love story apart

I can’t walk away

and leave her story

bare and burning

like she was

Angrily he leaves out

slams the door

An hour later he returns

Gentle

Five…

My world has grown small in the dark overnight, until sudden blinding light shocks me even more than the piercing scream of despair on the morning air…

I used to go around the world seeing everyone and everything.

Over and over and over again in the fraction of a second I’ve seen my Universe in a never-ending loop.

Too late I see my murderer. Sharp and sneaky and small in a flash but I cannot speak, I am pierced with agony as I reach home in the nick of time.

Trapped in the garage now my life runs out of me and I sink into the pebbles of the floor, sighing my last breath in the night as everyone sleeps but me.

Where is the air compressor when you need one?!

POEM 5-Hesitation

A sonnet for my blue heart

and a poem for your wounds.

Are words enough to express what we feel?

Or heartbeats sound louder than wisest words?

 

There once was a man in Sydney,
Who tried to write poetry.
As the hours went by,
You could hear him cry,
“This all might be too much for me.”