The Poetry Marathon

it’s a loner’s journey
over the sky, on the earth
He’s searching for the divine

silence also good meditation
those who love nature
You discover yourself

He has no desires
he has no fantasies

Obsidian grin,

Veiling savagery of night,

In Dark delight.

1. Smile

2. Bring chocolate

3. Cuddles

4. Words of encouragement

Broad leaf falls from bridge

hat for a tiny squirrel

random umbrella

Use the word Tenderness as this hour’s prompt.

Don’t let the world convince you that you are weak.
Your tenderness is strength and courage.
Your beauty shines through your soul.
In a world that is constantly defining every little thing
May your tenderness be recognised.
As inspiring and joyous
as bold and bright
as raw and pure
as gentle and brave.
May your tenderness keep your heart
-warm and human.

this is our safe place

take a rest, a bite, a pee

welcome teacher’s lounge

Text Prompt

Pick the title of a book that you love, that title is now the title of the poem. That poem can be about the book directly, or indirectly, or it can use the title as a jumping off point, and be about something else entirely.

Image Prompt

three dark figures stand
awash in blue from beyond
awaiting their fate

Don’t tell me the 30s are the Golden Age of Hollywood
when the real magic was when the 60s auteurs came of age.

Those 30s musicals were glamorous escapades designed
to make the poor forget they were poor; they paid
five cents a ticket to pretend they were Fred and Ginger

In the 60s, directors threw out the norms and the pretenses of
old Hollywood and they electrified the screen with fresh ideas.

Bogdanovich, Scorsese, Coppola, Freidken, Peckinpah, and others
took their knowledge and influences to places no one predicted.

Before the studios knew what was happening, someone must have agreed
“Don’t tell me the ’30s are the Golden Age of Hollywood.”

In the 60s, directors threw out the norms and the pretenses of
what old Hollywood thought was a story and made indelible changes.
Some drew influence from their predecessors in their own lauded films.

Others drew a line in the sand and refused to commit
anything to celluloid that wasn’t part of their personal battle.