The Poetry Marathon

Hour 3: The State of Our Here and Now

Guns have more rights than woman’s wombs.

Death is more lauded than life.

Funerals are more prevalent than weddings.

Hospice hurts while hospitals no longer heal.

Father’s love can not be valued in conventional currency.

The sky offers more hope than any book.

A simple hello or message out of the blue is more far reaching than a declaration of love.

Smiles of a child can wash all your worries away almost instananeously.

Music is more meaningful than any promise presumes to be.

The sun’s energetic embrace is more uplifting than any tangible want one can imagine.

Transferring sound, thoughts, dreams, and prayer into the spoken word is as powerful as putting them to paper, if not more.

You have entered a holy realm.

Eyes too beautiful to stare into like the cosmos… if not another’s, find the depth of your own.

This is a sacred space not everyone can enter.

You have come home to the here and now.

 

Poem 24

The night drags on
and still I sit here
Alone in my room
with just my pen with me
These are the nights
to be remembered fondly
Where a task was given
and was then completed
I have stood against the night
and I have claimed victory

Poem 12 – We Love Sleep

 

Sleep is his absolute favourite

12 hours a day, that’s just basic

A comfortable blanket and ample space

That’s how he likes to savour it

Any hour of the day he picks

Not a cuddler but loves curling up

That’s my cat, a tiny kitty

Who absolutely loves to sleep!

He’s Not Mine (Hour 15)

Tall, lithe and a sailing man

distinguished, respectful and kind 

I fervently wish you were mine. 

Your touch so gentle upon my skin,

your lips spread love into my soul,

Wishing I was your end goal. 

 

Your visits though short they are, 

are so bittersweet this is true, 

I wait so long wanting to see you. 

 

Your hug and your loving smile,  

wash away the harrowing emptiness,

ashamed of my previous pettiness. 

 

When you leave after only one day,

I’m sad when your love is transferred

knowing you are returning to her.  

#12

Six of us

piled in a car

drove to the beach

at 9PM.

The most peaceful

place to be.

We’d walk

we’d run

we’d splash

we’d climb the rocks

we’d talk

No judgement.

#22

Tenderness

a feeling

an emotion

Tenderness

soft

gentle

Tenderness

grandma’s hands

mom’s kiss

Tenderness

#24

Today

so much to do

Tomorrow

so much more to do

All because yesterday

I put off til tomorrow

what I could have done today.

#23

For One More Day  (Mitch Albom)

we all hope for it

we expect it.

A time will come

when our days

will be numbered.

Sometimes we know

with sickness

others not.

One more day

seems insignificant

until it’s here.

What to do?

Who to see?

Will there be time enough?

Resilience

Sinking deep in the shallow waters of misery

Fighting to come up with a boulder sitting comfortably atop me

Makes any form of movement aimless, what then is the point in swimming?

I’m swimming in the deep end with the sharks, it’s like they’ve come fishing.

Tilapia for dinner but I’m missing the right fingers

Burnt to a crisp touching matters meant to be forgotten.

I Stopped spending my days dwelling on what coulda been, shoulda been.

Thinking more on the possibilities coming with tomorrows gleam

I’ve finally accepted that Tomorrow is a love child of yesterday and today

It’s how I now understood that pretty soon tomorrow will become aged and grey.

Hour 6 (2022)

This one was still in my drafts lol

I’m Not Sorry

I’m not sorry
for breaking your heart
because you didn’t have one
to begin with.

I’m not sorry
for crushing your dreams
because they were
my nightmares.

I’m not sorry
for leaving you,
you were not a home
but a bear trap.

I’m not sorry
for hurting you
it’s how I survived.