Hour14
I do not want illusions in my life!
Is it crystal clear? I need certainty!
What do you need? Is it me
you are looking for? For sure?
Redacted – Hour 14
Upon the turn of the century
We (I) beseech my nation
to redact our previous laws
to protect the population (fundamentalists)
These laws allow too much leeway (freedom)
to the people (masses) causing chaos (rebellion)
So in that regard we will redact (takeaway)
particular laws allowing women to make choices (rights)
24 Hour Poetry Marathon Hour 23: A Tribute to William Shakespeare “My Heart Was Laughter’s Own”
When I was a young man
hey ho my love did bloom
the world my oyster pan
but lo, my heart wa laughter’s own
When I was an eager man
hey ho my love did bloom
to places of rejoicing I ran
but lo, my heart wa laughter’s own
When I was a conceited man
hey ho my love did bloom
oblivious to the rule of clan
but lo, my heart was laughter’s own
When I was a clowning man
hey ho my love did bloom
rejecting any thoughtful plan
but lo, my heart was laughter’s own
When I was a less younger man
hey ho, my love did bloom
and how I’m here, so glad to stand
and lo, my heart is laughter’s own
“Keep Running”
Running to escape.
I am hiding to catch myself.
In a dream, I am my own enemy,
I am my own defenses, curses and weaknesses,
I am the monster under my bed.
My eyes turn red when I see myself in the mirror.
Am I you? Who are you?
Are my human self? Or somebody else’s doppelganger
Acting like me in my head.
No responses, just silence.
A clutch on my chest,
I don’t remember the rest.
You appeared behind my back,
Am I under attack?
By a monster who looks like me?
Or I am the monster? How this supposed to be?
I am no monster, I know.
But who are you?
Who am I?
Between us, who is the monster?
Your eyes are way darker,
You’re a lie from the sky.
You’re an abomination.
Created by my Imagination,
Maybe a thing in my head,
Or a reality instead.
So, I kept running,
Catching my breath still,
As I heard you speaks.
Keep running.
Text Prompt
Write a poem that starts and ends with the word running.
#POETRYMARATHON2023 #HOUR21 #24HRSCATEGORY
(Hour 23) 20.30pm-21.30pm. TEXT PROMPT: a world that is not this one
this is not the prompt i was looking for
almost every poem I’ve written
over the past 22.5 hours
has been in a world not this one
as I continue to flesh out
my Young Adult Novel in Verse
manuscript Dropped the Sky —
a beyond dystopian alternearth
where seemingly 99.9% of earth’s
biomass has been exterminated
converted to fine orange dust
via an invasion force of intergalactic
end-of-lease style AI/cyborg crustaceans
& follows teenaged survivors
Stella & Ryan as they seek ways
on how to stay alive
that said it seems fair
I write this poem about me
… in this world as an inverse
to the prompt above — given
every previous prompt today
I’ve endeavoured to filter
through Ryan or Stella’s eyes
— even if it’s not okay
… I’m too tired to care 🤩
H23.P23
The purple sun rose in the distance, a mere speck
On the horizon, the air was a misty rose colour.
The mountains black rose in the distance there
shadows covered half the planet.
My mask was firm, the tank heavy, my body weak.
I watched the sky turn from red to purple The
ground was dry beneath my feet water no longer
exists, and l am dying maybe today, tomorrow .
The last sunrise watched from this planet.
“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.