The Poetry Marathon

To He🏒🏒 With Perfect

Perfection is a myth to mankind
I have my faults
I have my shames
I’ve done things I’m not proud of
I’ve been a karmic friend
A karmic love
A karmic partner
I’m no better than anyone
I bleed the same
I cry
I feel
I have doubts
I have fears
I have faults
My skin is blemished with scars
I have cellulite
A plushy mom bod
I have wrinkles
Grey hair
Stretch marks
I have fibromyalgia
ADHD
CPTSD
I have healed
I pay attention
I cope with my pain
I’m proud of my tiger stripes
I dye my hair for me
My age brought wisdom
I make a good body pillow
I have texture 🤣
I’ve overcome self-harm and value myself
I’ve embraced my imperfections
I have faith
I have hope
I laugh
I’ve bandaged my wounds
I’m no better than anyone
I’m a loyal partner
I love loyally and unconditionally
I’m a ride-or-die
I’ve done things that would cripple others
I’m proud of my accomplishments
I have talents
But I’m not perfect
Not by a long shot
But perfection is a myth to mankind anyway.

Hour Twenty Two- Dreams

half- formed dreams

surround the dim corners

 

Source: An erasure poem culled out from Pg. 152 from the novel, All the Possibilities by Nora Roberts.

Indulgence

ooooo
Seeing things through to the end – my only useful trait
borne of being accustomed to waiting.
Waiting is also a vice,
and inaction a sort of visceral thing, conservation of energy,
a kind of gluttony.
I’m intimately familiar with vice and gluttony as well.
But at least I have a useful trait.

 

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DogSpeak #23 Employment Application

DogSpeak #23 Employment Application

Name
The Dog

Skills:
Retriever
fetch and fill with slobber,
shred into crosscut pieces

Landscaper
unearth anything that makes noise
or smells bad; digger, unplanter, uprooter

Demolition Expert
any material, no job too big or small;
no clean-up included

Bounty Hunter
animal, vegetable, mineral
anything, anywhere, delivered dead unless
specified

Refrigerator Janitor
cleaned and cleaned out but no kale,
broccoli, spinach, nothing green

Available Shifts
between naps and meals

Salary Desired
bones, kibble, treats, toys
gas money for my humans

When Can You Start
after lunch but I have to be home for dinner
I can’t stay out after dark

References
Spot, Rover, Buster, Opie, Snickers,
Munchkin, Gumball, the man who runs
the dog park, my humans

Preferred Contact Method
whistle

~ J R Turek

Hour 23: Little Women

I remember when I got you
I was small and so was the edition
A little old, oh how I loved the texture
And the slightly off colour

I remember you had a special place
You never went to the bookshelf
But stayed right there—
under my pillow case

And I read, didn’t I?
I read you every night
Marking my favourite quotes
With one of my prettiest pens.

I learned so much from you
About kindness, and family, and love
I know I laughed and cried
Alongside the March sisters.

I wanted to play Pilgrim’s Progress as well
And let go of my bundles in the end
Wanted to write like Jo did
And maybe get published as well!

I don’t know when it happened
If I grew old enough or you did
To actually go and stay behind
A hidden corner of the bookshelf.

But even if our rendezvous did end
I would never forget
When I got you and for me
You will always have a special place.

Hour 22: Gigantic Oceans Five The Gigan

Find me by the sea.

Where all ages are free to be

 

We seek calm.

At dawn, midday, sunset, twilight, or in the quiet of the night.

All our troubles fade away.

 

We search for truth in the sand.

We find peace

In the land.

 

Our hearts can finally be at ease.

Among the trees and cool breeze.

 

Here is where I long to be.

With my family.

 

We search for truth in the sand.

We find ourselves.

Our minds come to rest.

 

We can just be.

We are finally free.

One Last Word

From Mémo

I hope you return to your native land
Where everyone should be
See if you can get in touch with your cousins
Despite the fact that they abandoned me
Live a good life
Don’t let the bastards grind you down

To Mémo

I will be back there soon
As I celebrated four decades around the sun
I am in touch with one of your children
The damage you did will live after you
I will do my best
Unfortunately, you became one of the bastards you warned us of

Hour 23 how to use your healing power

Acknowledgement: ‘How to use your Healing Power’ by Dr Joseph Murphy

speaking of wounds
did you know
that you can
heal yourself

that you can heal
of wounds past
and present

that you can heal
from emotional
and physical hurts

through a simple
process as described
by the humble
yet great Dr Murphy

the body is designed
so beautifully
by the Creator
that it knows
to heal

in fact, that’s
the only thing
it knows best

we spend a lifetime
running after
healing for ourselves
for our loved ones

when all we have
to do is learn
how to use our innate
healing power

breathe and be one
with the Creator

The Vegan Hour 10

She was a bit different 

had been since birth 

No prey drive within her

she worshipped the earth 

The others they’d tease her 

tell her she was broken inside 

This lovely creature 

truly a gift full of pride

Not like the others 

she was born like this

A vegan wolf like her

Never before did exist 

In Hell I was formed and in Hell I will die

You are not deserving of an origin story
and you will not be remembered
I know the deeds of your hands
they can never be truly cleaned
You are the monster here
I will send you back to Hell

These words you speak are empty
you and I both know this
Do not judge what you do not know
for what I did, I for you alone
I am the monster you created
In Hell I was formed and in Hell I will die

You are the asshole here
you have brought this chaos here
I am the one with integrity
yet see how you have deluded yourself
You are a cancer that must be excised
I will redeem this house

This game of yours grows old
yet you refuse to evolve
You lack the proof for your claims
your claim of honor is a lie
I am the evil that you needed
I will be the memory you cannot forget