The Poetry Marathon

Fifth Post: Death

Death

To beat death at its own game,
And live on and on forever,
Is this the dream, the wish,
A hope for everafter?

I do not know,
And, then, what is the point?
For Death must surely come for all,
To carry on alone would be awfully cruel.

We hope there is an afterlife,
And live a life good and true,
But this mortal world will close to us,
Whatever we try to do.

So life your life,
And make it count
Be remembered in good words and deeds,
And add your verse, for others to read.

I’m running out of Time!…12 pm

Time waits for no one.

It doesn’t care that I want it to linger

so that I can enjoy this moment just a little longer.

It doesn’t care that I need it to wait,

so that I can finish what I started…on time.

 

Time is no one’s friend.

It marches on until eternity comes to an end.

Time and time again I plead for time to wait for me.

So that I can find love before time ends,

So that I can finish this song and have a new beginning.

 

Time is no one’s enemy,

It does what it pleases and

marches to the beat of its own timing.

I wish that time would wait for me.

So that I can have all the time in the world.

Haiku #5

I dance for the earth.

My feet and flight are the same.

It’s movement lived bare.

From Klareborgsgatan Up

When your warmth leaves me
What will I see?
Illuminated by morning light
As you ought to be
With softest skin and sharpest edge
But not with me

 

To gaze into those long-lashed eyes
Of warmest blue
And be shown your deepest adoration
In that rhytmic way you do
What is it that you hide in there?
I never knew

 
Soon you will be gone from here
Across the deep
I’ll try my best, in silence
Not to weep
You are what I will dream of
Before I sleep

9 am Poem

It’s a constant fight
A two v all
Quit trying to bring me down.

We’ll be alright
He’ll catch my fall
We can build our own little town.

Mecca

I found her roughened, buried among the coals.

Like a newborn escaping the mouth of Life,

Nestled among the sands of the ocean floor,

Using a thread of hope to find her,

Among the mountainous haystack,

Seek and you shall find:

The obelisk of your affections,

The very map of discovery is a labyrinth,

With a broken compass: a one way,

No forks to divide the undivided, indivisible path.

A divination: a divine right to love the obscure and overlooked,

Such creatures are made up of unconditional affinity,

The universe’s tribute to you and me.

I Need You…11am

I want you to love me.

I want you to love me for who I am.

I want to feel your embrace.

Your warmth against my face.

I want to know you,

and to make your heart race.

I don’t just want you.

I need you.

The Forgotten Garden

If you don’t play with your piano it will run away.

I know, because I met one, nestled in between beech trees and so many kinds of ancient greens and wild flowers

Whispering, ever so softly on the wind, for someone to come and play.

I would sneak out every night from the red barn house with my copper lantern glowing softly, lighting my way.

We would sing and dance and play for hours in the woods surrounded by the laughter of faeries and fiddlehead ferns.

Thought Provoking

Hour 5 – 10:00 AM 

 

I’m a lion at my best.

I’m calculated, I’ve been put to the test.

I push forward no matter the weight.

I’m elated to say I have escaped.

No mastery can control my thoughts.

I’m a thought provoking individual who’s never at rest.

– J.C.  ©

 

The Answer

Who do I write for, they ask

Do you think it matters?

Why do you do it, they ask

And so much I want to come up with the

Right answer—

Everyone

But it’s not that simple

Nor should it be

The right answer is up to me

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