The Poetry Marathon

I see a confused people

In need of a love only I can give

I know the heart is wicked

Appearances mask the filthy puss filled wounds of sin

I hear the sweet words spoken of a friend

Who readily transformed into my enemy

30 pieces of silver

Paid to deliver me into the hands of my killers

“Hosanna” the week before

“Just Die” today

If they only knew this is why I came

The perfect sacrifice, covering and cleaning

All guilt, hurt, and shame

The deliverer and Savior to the masses

I, Jesus Christ, did and will come again

Wake up

Stretch

Jump of bed

Stretch

Go to kitchen

Wait

Wait

Wait

I hear something!

Footsteps

My person!

Nuzzles

Scratches

Nuzzles

Scratches

Fridge door opens

Food is coming!

Chase tail

Bark!

Chase tail

Bark!

Wag tail

Look up with adoring eyes

Food placed before me

Eat!

All at once

As fast as possible

Scarfing

No time for breaths

Scarf

Scarf

Scarf

Scarf

Lick

Lick

Lick the bowl clean

Lick again

Just in case

Amped

Food in my belly!

Happiness

Why can’t I remember my lines?

Ugh. I can’t do this today.

I’m a good actress. I know I am.

Aren’t I?

I just want to go back to bed.

These roles. I know I can play something better.

But it earns money…I don’t care about money.

I want to be taken seriously!

Ugh. Now they are knocking on the door.

Time to get ready and give them what they want.

Suck it up girl.

Give them what they want. Always what they want.

Lights,

Camera,

ACTION!

I often wonder what she does
Everyday all the time
In her room
Never coming out to play
Or run barefoot on the grass
Just typing always pounding
No breaks no tea time
Well except when there’s no sun

I will not falter from my resolve
As the storm looms ever closer
It will break, crush, and tear asunder
Fear will not cauterise into my heart

As the storm looms ever closer
Bravery may be a fool’s errand
Fear will not cauterise into my heart
I will not go quietly into the storm

Bravery may be a fool’s errand
It will break, crush, and tear asunder
Every ounce of my being cries out to stay..to fight
I will not falter from my resolve

How can light take so many forms?
Growing greens beneath our feet,
tanning or burning our skin,
casting shadows that grow as the evening stretches onward.
And there’s always the saying, ‘without light there is no darkness’ and vice versa.
As equals though,
why is it that one can seem so much more powerful than the other?
When you step outside, and your eyes are blinded by the glare.
Or when you’re in your room at night,
and the darkness appears to creep towards you in tendrils,
reaching for your exposed heart and soul,
waiting for the opportunity to crush you into dust.
But with the flick of a switch,
those demons in the corners of your eyes can disappear in an illuminating flash.

Although he was comfy is the hammock of his beliefs

she chose herself, the comfort of another, to feed her relief….

V.Sky

They often perplexed me as a child.

You spoke barely detectable words.

My ears feasted upon their marrow.

You served many delectable words.

I internalized each syllable.

You taught purely respectable words.

Granny, Thanks for the compendium.

You gave highly collectable words.

by Karen Sullivan

Form: Ghazal

Soul hidden behind clouds
Vibrations lift sounds
People around
Lines zip
Crowns
Further upward
In life
Human strife
Gone