The Poetry Marathon

Tall buildings,
tarred roads,
memorable monuments,
amusement parks,
homes and dreams,
engulfed in ivy.
Busy streets
are still busy,
with rats and penguins.
The city looks green,
not in a way they dreamed,
abandoned and dying,
mesmerizing,
tiny little flowers
peeking from balconies
playing peekaboo
with bees and birds.
The city is still alive,
It will always be.

The flash dilates
The truth
Narrow eyes down a narrow focus
Down a path of brambles
Thorns tearing flesh
Navigating through generational
Curses-secrets hidden
Behind smiles
Released and captured souls
Like fish hooked upon
The lips curling with their facade
Smile for the camera
And capture those “memories”
Pearly whites don’t
Allow entrance to pearly gates
Or gain wings of flight
The lines in images blurred
Distorted claimed falsehoods
Smiles disappear when
The camera drops
The moment of silence prepared
The image they wanted to keep
Smile for the camera
Adorn yourself in costumes and masks
And keep to yourself
What you don’t want others to know
Share your soul
Bare your heart
In a group of “loved ones”
With tainted arms
Hands holding knives
Around shoulders
To plunge between shoulder blades
“Love” cuts deep
And their arms
Weighed down by the lead weights
of their intentions and hidden agendas
Once their net was cast
Hook, line, they wanted to sink her
Smile for the camera
So they can connsume themselves
In the illusion of
One big happy family
In one flash
It’s gone.
The family dispersed
Like dandelion fluff
Planting themselves
Six feet under
Where in the dark their demons hide
Their seed buried
And from their growth
A still photograph
The image of themselves
They would kill to keep
Where it’s too dark to see
But in time the light will develop.

He slept and met an angel in his dreams
“I used to be with you, until you threw away the thoughts.”
Words he didn’t understood.

He woke up and almost fainted seeing a golemn in his room
“You created me only to leave me in the void.”
Scared and confused he ran outside the door.

And there he’d seen a peculiar world
Everything is monotonous drawings in paper

And there she met a girl, a girl he recognized
“this world was beautiful until you forgotten our story.”

He collapsed his knees to the ground
For these creatures he felt sorry

But he never knew how to start
Cause his mind has fallen apart
Anchored by his mindless heart.

What’s once been lost was found again,

the Fellowship once made was broken,

or so my husband likes to tell me,

but all is well at home.

A cat at the hearth, golden babes at home,

and Samwise my darlin’ rests his feet by the stove.

Second Breakfast is here, and as he dreams,

I know he is home, but his heart drifts beyond these beams

To a time before, and a Hobbit Baggins boy,

a ring, and a promise, and fires of Mount Doom.

And though there is sun, and good rich earth

and love enough to plant him,

like a vine he’ll sometimes search

for the friend he loved and reach,

a bond beyond even ours.

read life to me
in pictures and poems
fill in the blanks
with inflection and expression

read love to me
with your hands and a whisper
transport me into
your magnificent worlds

(A Tanka)

Early in the morn
I grab toast, jam, and coffee
Later in the morn
I repeat with eggs added
It is second breakfast time.

Solitary Confinement -A Limerick
By: LuvMiFreely 

Darkness surrounds me
Not much natural light to be able to see
Six feet by nine feet has me feeling claustrophobic
The food makes me sick
Slowly losing my sanity

Image prompt:

I like being here with you,
under the canopy of palm trees.
Listening to the waves,
dozing off to sleep.

The sweet smell of flowers,
fill our bodies.
How tranquil it is,
being here with you.

That moment when fear is afraid of me…
That moment when darkness is the stressed one…
That moment when thoughts of fullness overwhelms the reality of blankness…
Those moments of connected assurances and certain manifestations…
That for me is joy amplified. Unlimited!