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.
#POETRYMARATHON2023 #HOUR20 #24HRSCATEGORY
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
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
THE OTHER
Too confusing to be advertised
as desirable
This world is no less
inhabitable than yours
Chemistry enables the crossing
Books direct to traverse
bridges over strained
personalities
born to this realm
this other dimension
#Prompt 23 – 2023
Lost Escape
Deep in the ocean
Under the seabed
Is a path to adventure
Only the brave will tread
Through an invisible portal
In a rock that’s not there
Is a world like no other
Let me take you there …
The land is purple
The sun darkened blue
Creatures with wings fly
And those without them do to
The air feels like honey
The sea foams like wine
Trees grow sweet treats
That taste so divine
Morning is night
Daytime is cold
When stars want to play
It’s a wonder to behold
Bats smell like liquorish
Puppies meow
Kitten have horns and forked tails
Their feet planted in hell
Some vaguely remember
An escape now long for
But when you’re all grown-up
You won’t find the door
Concrete jungle
Hour 11
Monotonous grey buildings everywhere
Can’t walk without bumping into others
Living our same mechanical lives
Same routine, same ugly views
Yearning for some green views
For the glimpse of a flowing river
To walk under tall trees
Here even the plants are artificial
Lungs filled with polluted air
Stomach filled with junk food
Mind filled with insecurities
This concrete jungle is eating us inside out