The Poetry Marathon

Paradise / prompt 19/ 3am

The grass is greener! They didn’t lie,

A greener green

I have never seen

All laid out right in front of me

My feet are yearning to be free

So plush my toes can smell the earth

Beneath every step I take

I see the trees with leaves a plenty

Hovering over me

A canopy of large proportions

With shade for all to rest below

A greener green

I have never known.

The trees bare fruit

All different kinds

But there is one we’ve been denied

But I don’t mind

Because I yearn

To please our father and keep His word.

A greener green

I have never seen

The garden of our first creation

A paradise I have never known

One day we will return

When we go back home.

~Rebeli

22~20

“Echo Husband”

 

when we were young

your love was so loud

the older we got

how it faded away

though still together

after all of these years

whispers of your heart

i can hardly hear

Hail the Conquering Heroes, Hour Twenty-One

Hail, the Conquering Heroes

Spring’s monsoon rains and sudden hails
chase away the faint of heart hipsters
and wanna-be nature babies,
leaving campus paths through dripping trees
clear for we academic adventurous few.

Share my umbrella,
equally miserable
beneath broken ribs.

Hour 21 – Late Nights

Late nights turned early morning

Your arms are welcoming as ever

Nothing better than sleepy cuddles

With forehead kisses on top

Even when my mind is racing you still give me peace

Can’t wait to crawl into bed with you

Hour 21 Parapluie Mary Pecaut

Hour Twenty One             Parapluie             Mary Pecaut

Parapluie

No matter if it rains

No matter if it shines

If you’ve got an umbrella

You will be just fine.

 

Investment

The best investment you make
Is that within self
Change comes from within your soul

Woodland Gnome Bisexual

If yesterday you’d asked me

What type of gay am I

I’d tell you in an instant

I’m a woodland cottage bi

 

I’d like to live out all my days

Foraging for mushrooms

To cook in all sorts of ways

After giving baby boops to

 

I’d wander through the forest

Pick some berries, double back

Hidden in the trees like

A ninja lumberjack

 

But honestly, I’d rather

You just throw the cottage out

Let me live beneath the trees

Until my days run out

 

A pillow and a mattress

Lying on the forest floor

The breeze as my alarm clock

The skyline as my door

Hour 20 – Lovely

How lovely it is

To be the person you need

That you reach for with everything

To heal the wounds of my inner child

And prevent the wounds of yours

To foster your dreams and hopes

Nothing is more important

Newspaper Clipping Hour 22

The notorious Tapestry Killers, now known to be emanant psychologist Valkyrie Kerry and escaped convict Dyer-Bolique have been found dead at their secret get away home. The scene that met authorities was probably the most shocking of their lives. It is understood that the lovers literally tore each other to pieces in a moment of drug-induced passion.

Their reign of terror has resulted in over 20 deaths, police were baffled by the changing MOs, believed to be a by-product of their mutual love of questionable art. Remains of several other victims have been located in the basement, primarily bones in the furnace, but some disturbing accounts of cannibalism have surfaced.

The location of the property is currently being kept secret to enable a thorough and uninterrupted forensic analysis.

Alchemy

You wonder how
I turn iron into gold
Pain into laughter
Abuse into strength
Slander into self-worth
Disrespect into self-respect
Sexual abuse into chastity
Emotional imbalance into stillness
Mental conflict into problem solving
Trauma into wisdom
Savagery into kindness
Deceit into authenticity
Ten of swords into ten of cups
Chaos into contentment
Wounding into worship
Battle scars into healed armor
Disenchantment into dreams
Attempts upon my life into living
Existence into presence
Sandcastles into a palace
Perceived perfection into embracing weakness
War into inner peace
Squalor into great abundance
Hell into personal paradise
The matrix into awakening
Self sabotage into self reflection
Screaming lies into silent honesty
Low vibrations into high vibrations
Naivete into discernment
Hatred into compassion
Misunderstanding into clarity
Anxiety into self motivation
Depression into attention
Emptiness into wholeness
Brutality into empathy
Understanding into comprehension
A raging explosive inferno into a flicker of candlelight
Lost identity into finding myself
Passion into purpose
Poverty into generosity
Perceived aesthetics into depth
Theft into gifts
Rage into collected calm
Ugliness into beauty
Being knocked down into rising above
I walk by faith and not by sight
I transmute energy
And transform into the opposite
No weapon formed against me shall prosper
Thus, I tread upon the path God paved
And I set my eyes to the sun and moon
Allowing the Divine to guide my way
Through and within Him, I found the way.