The Poetry Marathon

no time to rhyme

There once was a lovely girl named Sally
Who about her (sad) love life would dally

In other ways she was super smart
But had challenges in affairs of the heart

She only went out now and then
Her family thought her an old hen

Worked crazy hours — her friends said it was a ton
But wouldn’t stop ’til her 401(k) hit the big one!

Finally she met a fabulous guy named Mac
But on their first date had a heart attack.

Sadly, incredible Sally died
Her family stood by and cried
and warned her nieces not to end on that wrong track!

Haiku for the tired and hungry

Here I stand so hot,

Trying to not think of food.

Hah… Not so fast Rob

drumsick

I do not know her anymore

I once played cymbals in her honor

I learned percussion to
compensate
for the beats she made me skip

after eight months
I loved her body
although she was
deficient in attendance
I thought if I held it
like I did in my memory
her reality would grow
out from my palms
that my palms were seeds
and her hair would
be branches
but I am not strong enough
to father roots
or nuture a love
that was between me and
a person who
grew into a habit

 

__ar.

(Addictions poem from the perspective of the lover of the addict)

Dementia’s mind

Locked inside a strangers mind,

they wait.

In search of treasured memories,

they wait.

Speaking to loved ones they no longer recognize,

they wait.

Playing a lone game of seek and find,

they wait.

Scared the second control loses grip,

they wait.

Masking forgotten words with clever tricks,

they wait.

For someone to hold a mirror up,

they wait.

To accept themselves as never to be the same,

they wait.

The answer to the question, why me?

they wait.

 

 

 

Midnight

Many

Idiots

Do

Not

Immortalize

Great

Healing

Truths

Circles

Circle dance

And circle round

Then circle back again.

 

Life is a circle

Circles in

Then circles out again.

 

Two circles joined

And crossing through

The flower of life

Begins.

Tinkerbell’s melody

Morning rays of liquid gold

wakes me up from dream of darkness.

As gems of silver trickle down my cheek

I see my death and life in reverse.

I am forever falling, bedazzled by

the shimmer from a thousand lanterns in the sky.

 

My Child Poem 16

Got to thinking today

If you had lived

If I had carried you to term

If we had finished what we started

You would be about 14 now

We’d be worried about sex

Fighting over curfews

And doing your chores

I would be practiced at being a mom

You’d be lost between being

A small child

And a blossoming adult

I would watch you with pride

Be disappointed if you failed

You’d be thinking about driving

Wondering about high school

Imagining your wedding day

And how many kids you would have

Your dreams would be Oscars and Emmys

Grammys and being president

You would be dreaming of long travels

To foreign lands

You’d be learning to be brave and generous

Selfish and timid

Reckless and responsible

You’d be looking in the mirror

Conscious of your clothes

Worried over a pimple

Brushing your hair over and over again

If you had lived

If I had carried you to term

If we had finished what we started

You’d be 14 now

You would hold my imagination

Rather than being a figment of it

You would be beautiful and smart

Awkward and helpless

Strong and dependant

And I would smile and worry

You are the child I never knew

But who lives in my heart

Every single day

For fourteen years

 

Smoke

Inhale

Exhale

Breathe in

Breathe out

Repeat

Pounding smoke

Into my lungs

As if it’ll be the last thing

I do

And it burns
I love it
Repeat

Scented sweetly

Tastes of Mango

Something I’m not too sure
And It’s bitter

I love it

Repeat

It hurts

It burns

It leaves me light
I love it
And it love me

~.%

Poetry Marathon poem #13

Let me kiss your lips
below your waist
so I don’t forget
just how much I
love your taste.
Let me hear
your pant and call
pressin’ up against
the bathroom wall
foggin’ the mirrors
with the heat
of your body
moving under me.

I know from
where my ego comes,
inside of you.
I know the ways to
make you shake an’ shiver
lose your cool
thighs quiver
pressed against my ears.
Allow my tongue
to take its time
and dance
roll your world
into mine
and take a chance.

Let me inquire
if I may fill you
with my fire
my desire
As I take you
to conspire
to acquire
entrance into
your attire
down to the wire
tell me, my Muse,
would you inspire me
before I expire.

Take my hands
and lead them where
you like.
Settle down
and wait for
lightning to strike
twice.
Allow the waves of passion
to flow from you, dove
as I show you what it means
to make true love

So let’s put this mattress to the test
as you allow the best
to put your fears to rest.
If I may be so bold,
I’m gonna prove to you
my silver tongue
is worth its weight in gold.