The Poetry Marathon

“Nice Place to Visit, Don’t Know I Want to Live There”

Hour Twenty-Three: Prompt: A Different World

Our three moons taking turns by staggering phasing leaves us both water -logged and amphibious.

Our Tagi (sphere of habitation) mambas with Yash (another inhabited sphere) we crossbreed with.

Our vafs (outer membranes) are green-plaided on both Tagi and Yash. This should keep us safe and equal,

Our antennae serve as (your eyes) All are a shimmering gold with red specks This should keep us safe and equal.

We only consume red flakes all the time, served only one way. This should keep us safe and equal.

There is one language, all pronunciations, give no hint of birth location, parental bias, no slang language is available.

We travel through triangulated trams to provide less friction on our wargs (your bottoms). Seating is first come, first served. This should keep us safe and healthy.

Our children have no other lives than to procreate.

Politicians are held accountable or become hewersbaa (too scary to describe, trust me) bait. This should keep us safe, healthy, and equal.

We’re almost there.DMW

Hour 23

Hallows eve

A moment never too soon

Undead awaken

Not a moment past twelve

Taunting the living

 

The angels and me

Could this be a dream or a nightmare?

Indescribable space with so much fortune

Was once breathing something like

the mixture of invisible odorless tasteless gases.

Could this be a private or public kingdom?

Perhaps this is the eternal kingship of God.

Everything is charming and sparkling

Not only the plants that are surrounding

But also the rivers that are pouring and gleaming.

 

Hour 22

Pepperoni

Italian

Zesty

Zooming

Aqua

“My 3:00AM Ritual”

 

Every weekend, before the world wakes up,

I grab my running shoes and head out for a jog.

In the University of The Philippines near my place,

It’s no race, I felt like grace,

And the feeling of being in a good place,

Starting my day right for the first time.

Silence, silence I can hear,

I am the only person in the oval running this hour.

No people around, something I prefer.

I love it here.

The world speaks to me like a friend,

I can hear it telling stories.

As If I am an old friend whom he sees once a week.

I don’t feel weak at all.

I gain power,

In this hour of total darkness

I see the first light of the world,

Sharing its blessed wisdom to me

Before I go on busking back

To my usual city state.

 

Text Prompt:

Write a poem about a routine or ritual that is part of your life. It can be something like making coffee every morning, or something like attending religious services once a week.

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Hour 22 “Children Have Always Been Cruel…”

Hour 22

9/3/2023

 

“Children Have Always Been Cruel…”

 

Children have always been cruel – they haven’t yet learned their humanity or the “accepted” behaviors of their generational society.  After they HAVE “learned”, they BECOME that society and their current cruelties are accepted as the norm standard to be taught to the next children as the new standard of accepted behaviors.  The previous generations are left to experience the new “accepted” behaviors and contemplate the “failures” of the previous moralities that no longer seem to matter to anyone but themselves… and life goes on – til it doesn’t.

 

Chris

(C) Chris Twyford 9/3/2023

Nature

NATURE

Nourishing sounds

Allowing me

To

Unlearn

Relentless

Exhaustion

 

Flourishing forever

World Chaos

Talking swords.

Transforming and shifting cats.

Dragons showing vain possessiveness.

Fields of flowers miles long in between two factions.

Hidden royals and copycats exposed.

Murder, mystery, escape.

 

Hour 22 – XX seeks YY and Pizza

XX seeks YY seeking XX
in a world where letters are confusing and deceptive
XX desires YY who knows his heart,
speaks his truth, and is perceptive

XX enjoys gentle hikes
sunrises and sunsets
lounging on weekends
and passionate kisses

XX seeks YY who enjoys the same
wants to share passions, explore new things
doesn’t mind family night with games
and is looking for XX like me

XX promises to share cooking and cleaning
overcome her insecurities
bring to life a newly shared meaning
to share her soul, dark and light

XX seeks YY who is ready
and open to the relationship dance
you bring the pizza, I the cheese
XX and YY – give it a chance

Utopian Dream Hours

 

On this haven, without any borders
where hunger’s echoes can end
No fury’s burn in that fireplace, no colors behind
in this perfect universe, is without inequality

A land in which want can not locate a place,
And ailments vanish, without any disgrace
Apathy fades, in serenity,
harmony graces each day with glee. Apathy fades,

No more confusions and diffusions
Love and kindness interlace bonds
United we stand, beneath a guiding hand,
No more sorrows, no more demands.No more doubts

With open hearts, and luminous doorways
In which wish awaits, desires start to grow.
We’re all akin, without groups and labels
Lightning new world without any dissatisfaction

So near your eyes, dare to look,
A tranquil tapestry, in contrast to what used to be.
In which most effective love and peace go with the flow,
In this ideal world, permit your spirits glow.

 

Prompt -23

Hour – 23