The Poetry Marathon

The second last (Hour 23)

Everyone talks about the firsts or the lasts,
the beginning or the ends,
but what about just before it ends,
when sun and moon appear together in the sky,
Its not night yet,
neither a full sunrise.

Just before the exam bell rings
you are yet to write the last answer,
there is still some time left,
no need to hold your breath.

Just before walking the aisle,
still holding your father’s hand,
there still some while left,
before you get on with life.

Before saying goodbye,
knowing its not the end,
the last time, the last lines are special,
but its the second lasts,
just before the time something changes,
which holds together,
until we meet next.

A Montaukett Sunset

A summer day draws towards to a close.

At a Montauk bar, The Montaukett

named with a hotel after a Native tribe.

Bar staff wear natives on their t-shirt backs

as they serve frozen mudslides

that slide down cool and smooth

after a day of August heat.

Next comes a sunset like no other,

where crowds line up to get a grand view.

This Eastern end sky turns orange, lavender, pink mixed with blue.

As quick as this change takes form

the sun bows lower and lower

into a gradual transition towards the water edge

past the ground.

Until it’s eventually swallowed up and disappears.

This place is like heaven

in its beauty of painted sky,

It feels like a different world,

a world away

especially without you

inside.

Dancing trees, announcing breeze

Animals with tongue, awaiting until post freeze

Roaring commands, prophecies sung

Of Kings and Queens of young

A mane of winter and spring

A victory of great shall bring

Hide inside the wardrobe, wait the train to vanish

Sink in the water’s depths, there’s no bannish

Time stops, you can live twice

But not long lasting, just like ice

Purple Skies hour 23

Purple Skies

phosphorescent paint streaks
pulse for attention across the firmament
solar winds stream across the sky
away from the sun at one million miles
per hour, a 40-hour trip to reach earth
solar flares the clash of oxygen and
nitrogen burst into colorifc waves
to tango across the atmospheric currents
spectacular spectacle at earth’s poles
aurora borealis

look up for a sky show —
light travels in waves, particles scatter
light galaxies are made of stars and
interstellar dust that glow purple, hot
infant stars pulse blue while older stars
are red, the reverse
of what you’d think

cloud formations can color the sky
constant volcanic activity, fires, or oceans
full of algae that reflect red light combined
with a bright sun and a thick atmosphere
could cause a violet-shade sky in daylight
phenomena of purple skies

~ J R Turek Hour 23

 

Hour 23 – What If

Peace

Equality

Love

no matter what…

Patience

Tolerance

Acceptance

all have a place

but instead we get

Chaos

Inequality

Hate

Impatience

Intolerance

and sadness…

how wonderful a world

we would have

if humans would just

be what we were out on this

earth

to be

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.