“My 18th Hot Date”
Minutes, then hours.
Her winsome ways are a test.
Patiently, I wait.
#24!!!! We made it!!!
I gave it my all
I gave it my best
Been twenty four hours
Now I must rest
So….
Good morning
Good night
Sweet dreams
Sleep tight
written by jklomax
Running a Marathon
Just enjoy it!
No good running if you hate it.
A marathon is a long way
To run for those of us who love to run
Let alone for someone who doesn’t
It’s even longer an eternity, a private hell
Do what you love and you will turn up each day
and do exactly that!
A Marathon is a three way race
Of Mindy, Body and Soul
At the point where the body fatigues and hits
The intangible wall it no longer becomes the battle of the body
it becomes the battle of the mind
And when you no longer fathom the task at hand
It is then that your soul
carries you home across the finish line.
The American Visionary Art Museum (AVAM)
A haven on earth for way-less wanderers
You steady my unsure steps, ascending the sparkling spiral staircase.
Mirrored mosaic wings of the falling angel catch my eye; make me smile
We exchange knowing glances
You see in me what I don’t see in myself
Meandering through your curvaceous halls and walls
The comfort of a familiar embrace.
http://www.avam.org/stuff-everyone-asks/what-is-visionary-art.shtml
“Cell 17”
When the keys are turned,
And all is silent,
Alone in darkness,
Solitary confinement,
Is an absolute solitude.
They never spoke
Sometimes words remain silent
Actions are loud
Mouth remains shut
Eyes still shout
Many times we talk
But don’t say much
Hold each others hands
And touch says us
If relations are made
and bonds we live
Then journey of the unspoken
becomes a bliss…
Fatigue
My body, sadly enough, is not what it used to be.
I can feel more and more the every snap, crackle and pop when I wake.
Fingertips know the drill , but they too pay no allegiance to any corporeal host.
I can feel the eyelids getting heavy.
I can feel my lower back giving me the finger.
It’s a challenge to stay awake,
To keep on writing meaningful words that spread hope.
Because I tell you what, I feel like the only spreading going on is myself lately and even that’s thinner than the ideal weight my doctor keeps bugging me about.
Poetry Marathon poem #16
He sighed,
content,
i could die.
Pause.
fuck that,
i’m fulfilled,
not done.
one.
two.
thee
for you.
epistle
letters arranged
poem to prayer
to page.
the risk.
the rush.
leaf the
loose losses
scattered sheets
prophets parchment
swiftly seeking
for information
gleaned and cleaned
to sparkle.
to fucking shine.
reservoir
reveal
man
with a mask
of mirrors
changling’s
persona
a forgotten
forest life
flooding
forthfar
longways and back.
The magic
returns
but that is
only because
my people
are fading.
i closed
my ears
to their calls
but no more.
i realize
mask o’ change
jack o’ lantern
silver and salt
sweat and luck
my gears are beginning
to turn.
Poetry Marathon poem #15
I shall
run
head-
long
into
blazing fire
for you,
always.
Holding my
bucket
of water
dreams
and hose
eternal.
Wildfire
nightmares,
beware.
Poetry Marathon poem #14
How many
seconds
constitutes
constitution?