The Poetry Marathon

DogSpeak #21 Dog Wisdom

DogSpeak # 21 Dog Wisdom

Stay pawsitive
the best is yet to come

Trust dogs with your deep secrets;
we know but never tell.

We fill an emptiness
you didn’t know you had.

Love and hugs
are four-legged words.

We are like potato chips;
you need more than one.

You think you need a hand
but what you need is a paw.

A great day starts with a wet nose
and ends with a wagging tail.

We speak but only to those
who know how to listen.

A house without a dog
must be like a garden with no flowers.

The best thing to come home to
is a wiggle butt waiting at the door.

Dog hair everywhere,
we don’t care.

Live. Laugh. Bark.
Repeat often.

~ J R Turek

Prompt 21_ emotional eggs

Happy eggs

Smiling eggs

Eggs sporting Cheshire cat grins

Sad eggs

Crying eggs

Eggs red in the face with rage

Disgruntled eggs

Impassioned eggs

Eggs,shaped like almond nuts

Boiled eggs

Fried eggs

Eggs mixed up and named omelettes

So soft steps there

Those eggs do feel

Don’t crack them up

 

 

 

Hour 21- Umbr-ella

We stand holding hands shivering,

Look for love to save us,

We have spoken these words before,

Nothing left to discuss.

Can holding up an umbrella,

Save us from the blood rain,

Will it only keep it at bay,

The storm gives way to pain.

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Note: The poem is a ballad. (Written in quatrains- abcb/abab; 1st and 3rd- Iambic tetrameter and 2nd and 4th- trimeter)

Another note: It had to be under 50 words and include the word umbrella

Please Do Not Perceive Me

I don’t fancy being perceived

As bottled femininity

So it threw me off my guard

When you ask me what I carry

An umbrella in summer Paris for

With not a cloud in sight

I pretend I felt a raindrop

Instead of saying it’s a parasol

Poem 15: Goodbye

She lay down in sorrow as regret clouded her mind
now that nothing matters, I will find my peace.
the sky above was bright, the water cool
out came the razors – sharp, cold metal
for a clear moment, she paused
colours swam vivid and sweet
then soft skin parted
she watched until
all turned
quiet

(Hour 21) 18.30pm-19.30pm. TEXT PROMPT: less than 50 words: must contain umbrella or almond

umbrella?

no way
not for me
you don’t get it
i don’t need an umbrella
want blessed rainfall on my skin
always keeping me clean, safe from harm
away from whatever’s in that alien Agent Orange
eviscerating everything good real & warm into soulless dust 

Island – Hour Twenty-One

I’d love to buy an island
Some place to call my own
Where I could simply be myself
And would be left alone
No phones, no neighbors, no distress
Nothing but peace and calm
Where ocean waves would kiss my toes
As some sweet healing balm

I’m tired of big city life
I’d love to catch a wave
There’s too much drama in the world
The news is just too grave
If I could buy an island
I’d gladly call it home
I’d live my days forever
Some place I’m free to roam

I doubt I would be lonely
I’d love to catch some ZZZZ’s
While relaxing in my own abode
Surrounded by blue seas
For now, this is a silly dream
But dream it now, I must
For its better than filling my mind
With angst, pain and disgust

Hour 21: Low Clouds

They moved purposefully

to a rainy place

finding it quite fitting

 

A witchy boichild

with razor mind

fell in love with this city

 

In their hand, they clutch

a polka dot umbrella

and hunch beneath its bow

 

The persistent grey

dampening both anticipation

and disappointment

with clouds low

Hermit Mode

I keep to myself
No bother to any
Offering what I can
Lending an ear
I give
And I gave
Far too much of myself
Lifted those
Who oppressed me
Loved those
Who hated me
Prayed for those
Who betrayed me
I keep to myself
Bite my tongue to the masses
And confess my feelings to God
I raise my son
Not my voice
I raise myself
And use my voice
Profess my truth
I’m no better
Nor worse
Than my peers
I work on myself
Changed my ways
Healed my toxic traits
And aim toward goals
I study
I educate
I meditate
Purge what no longer serves
I sing loudly
Nevermind my volume
I suffer in silence
From chronic pain
Not so much emotional anguish
Detached from toxicity
Removed myself
From abusive narcissists
I keep to myself
Isolated in solitude
By my own choice
And by God’s decree
I keep to myself
In Hermit mode
To gain truth and clarity
For my growth.

#21- The Sp-EGG-tacular Dozen

The baker was eggs-pecting a delivery

A dozen brown eggs, the sp-egg-tacular dozen

The baker sells some eggs-quisite cakes

And some egg-ceptional banana bread

These are quite the treat, I must add

And earlier this week

The baker promised me something eggs-tra special!

Some egg-cellent baby quiches

I can’t imagine the work he must do

His days filled with busy baking

He must be eggs-hausted

When it comes down to the end of the week