23~21
running
again
so fast
with my thoughts
gogogogogogogogo
i don’t want to catch up
with myself
sleeping pills drain me
brain fogging black
sweet darkness
my heart
finally stops
running
(Hour 22) 19.30pm-20.30pm. BONUS: cheese
sour cheese
“Poets have been mysteriously silent on the subject of cheese.”
G.K. Chesterton
Well might English
writer, philosopher, critic
& Father of Brown
bemoan cheese’s woeful
under-representation
in the annals of poetics
as he himself
being a descendent
of Clerihew Chesterton
aka the 1st Lord Chester ;
the name Chesterton
is an Elizabethan corruption
of Cheeses’ Town
from Latin Jesus’ Town
— & if cheese is good enough
for our Lord
surely it’s worthy of
more diverse versification
Another way of living
In another world
which is not this one
there is another way of living
within our limits
without treachery
where everyone is loved
and safe
and cared for
and in equilibrium with all wild things.
Hour 7: Fearless
Out you damn thing, out you fear!
You are just a four-letter word
And yet you take on gigantic proportions
You spread your tentacles everytime I begin new
Out you damn thing, out you fear!
You make me lose even before I can try
But I am more stubborn than you are
I will fall down, lose, but will always get up again
Out you damn thing, out you fear!
Hour 23- A world that isn’t this one
The challenge is write of
a world that isn’t this one.
So that world would be fair, equal.
It would be sensible.
It wouldn’t be on fire.
There would be no war.
No child abuse.
No broken hearts.
The elderly would be respected.
The young would be encouraged.
Teachers would be paid more.
And Football players would make less.
A world that isn’t this one,
would be cooperative.
It would be something we could be proud of.
There would be no guns, no bullying,
No rape, no homelessness.
A world that isn’t this one
Would make sense.
The Wood Worker
The Wood Worker
Blue model car, wheels greased and sides shaved
Triangle peg board, one peg missing so they can hop
Napkin holder with flag on top, unpainted
Rose, petals delicate and round, bright red
Ball inside a square, holes in sides to see, no finish
Outdoor bench, splintering with years and rain
Little gnome family, all kept in the garden, even after you left
Other worlds #2023poetrymarathon #prompthour23
The sun rises mainly to the north and sets again after 40 hours in the east.
There are delicious little green berries that we pick with sticky fingers
and cram into our mouths like there is no tomorrow. The moons are bloody orbs
of delight, we celebrate when they come together and align in a straight line.
There are fine musicians and there are no human travellers. All of us wander
and none of us are lost. We live in peace not fighting over caste or Gods
because we do not have any. Everyone speaks in song, not the lilting voice of women
but the soft woofs of dogs and wolves. Or what you call dogs anyway.
the oceans are clear and the skies are full of stars, we have no need for phones
and computers for we live in peace to each its own. Let me return home?
Hour 23–Don’t Get Me Started
I want to live in a world
free of Karens
who might get their panties in a bunch
thinking about what toppings other folks
put on their pizza
Free of trendsetters
and influencers
Free of consumers
masquerading as citizens
I want to live in a world
free of programming
Again with the dirty sink water?
i’m losing connection
i’ve been unplugged
to keep my eyes aware
i need to watch something
my brain won’t absorb
a single thing anymore
not because i’m full
because floating in the sink
i’m just treading the water of knowledge
ever bit of soap and scum together
Another night5am
Another night
So much on my mind
God please take it away.
Please don’t make me think
about it once again
You win God
I’ll think about it
once more
and pray again
it touches someone’s life
I reflect on the things
that I’ve done
Things that I’m not proud of
addictions I’ve faced
Why did I suffer the addiction
that I had
why did I have to fight so hard
just to stay alive
Why was I so ashamed
to talk to you
when it was bad
You took me out of myself
made me step away from it
all
just so I could see what it was
doing to me
Thank you Jesus
For showing me
for teaching me
guiding me
caring for me
Thank you
that I’m not the same
person that I was
that I’m still alive
still here
still hoping
that my story reaches
someone in need
Sometimes I wonder
does my story ever reach
anyone, touch anyone
I guess it’s something I
may never know
I pray that my story
touches someone
that needs to hear the
message imbedded in
the story of my life
I may have stopped
the addiction that consumed
my life
my thoughts
my words and actions
myself
But I didn’t do it alone
Too often we say to ourselves
‘look, I’ve pulled myself away from
this addiction’
or this behavior
but did we really do it on our own?
or is that what we like to say to
make ourselves feel better
when we know we didn’t
Or was there someone who had a
purpose for the suffering that we
went through to get to where we are
at this moment in time
I believe that jesus has a reason
for the sufferings we go through
there is a purpose in the suffering
that I faced
that we all faced at one time or another
I don’t know what it is
neither do you or anyone else
But isn’t that part of the mystery
of life’s ride.
Going on a journey where you don’t
know where you’ll end up
Again I say
Thank you Jesus
for loving me
for rescuing me
for showing me
the way to get clean
so I’m no longer dirty
and in danger of dying in hell
for the sins I’ve committed
against you
Take my life and use it
all for your purpose
anything you want I’ll do it
just to know that you are
in the drivers seat of my life