The Poetry Marathon

Poem 5 – The Dark Stranger at St. Thor’s

One day at a weapons shop I met a man selling bricks

For money he offered some swords

But I really wanted some figs

 

Like others he thought I was odd,

But before the weapon shop I could leave

He said “I can help you I believe”

 

Bricks, Figs, you shall find

Swords, Rings you can get

You must now open your mind

And get down to St. Thor’s Market

 

There were stalls selling rings

Gems in many shades

There were even stalls selling wings

People here and there of different trades

 

Before I could open my mouth

I was greeted by a peculiar lady,

She shouted “For you I have Figs”

I couldn’t help thinking she might be quite shady.

 

“But how did you know?” I asked,

“Do you want them or not?” she did say.

Silently, the figs she passed.

Then vanished before I could pay.

Hour 14 – The Frog Tree

Toss an acorn to the frog tree
With wistful thinking in the valley
Send my message to the moon
I wish to see you soon

Spin the wheel three times
Don’t forget to close your eyes
Dance and enjoy the time that flies
I’ll see you on the other side

Hour Seventeen – King or Beast

Hour Seventeen – “Write a poem that involves a mythical monster in some capacity, whether it’s as a side character, a prop, a villain or even the protagonist.”

 

Ravana – King or Beast?

 

Was he the King among kings?

Carrying his ten heads and immortality

with grace that challenged the Gods.

Or was he the demon Rakshasa?

Abductor of the fair Sita,

the wife of Rama, the Lord among Lords.

 

His intellect unbound, his logic sound

and wisdom profound.

But was he friend or foe?

Was he the lecherous other?

Or the loyal brother?

Disguised as a doe.

 

The answer, my friend, it all depends

on your own geography.

 

Folk from the North

believe him to be the devil incarnate.

They burn him on Diwali

to end all evil on earth.

Folk from the South

Worship him. An honourable King

who laid not a finger on his guest Sita?

 

The debate will never end.

The world will never know.

If Ravana was a Friend

Or a ten-headed Foe?

 

 

 

 

 

 

My Hero Diluvian /prompt 17 -1:00am

One head

To think oh thoughts of logic

Three hearts

To feel a love cathartic

Seven wings

To fly across the plains

To save the damsel you proclaim

Six legs with hoofs

To help you run

When flying’s not an option

Through the valleys and

Through rolling hills

You swoop in gracefully for the kill

You save her majesty from danger

You win her love with silent prayer.

If ever she were under attack

She knows for sure

You’d have her back

~Rebeli

Self Echo (Hour 18)

In loneliness eye

My reflection laid very bare

mirrored self despair

H.17 – Possession

i pause, shaking the frustration from my body

it stays, like an eletric fizz, my nerve endings sizzle

i feel myself leaving like a dead faint

i watch my body rise and fall, doing a dance i dont know the steps to

i move like l have wings, the currents holding me as i be impossible

i feel the fire in my belly, my body twisting

becoming, dragon.

Hour 17 – Manticore Slew Dragon – Text Prompt

Creature with a mane, front claws that maim
Cloven hoofed hind legs, goat stomach but not head
A fire brews within it, its tail is scaled and hisses
The original, the monstrous maven, the chimera craven

None could fight it save its brother, a beast born just as foul
Wing of bat and segmented tail, venomous as well
With bod of lion and face of man, the manticore could spy on
Any fiend who dared approach from a skull tipped mountain

The two were born in enmity, raised to end each other
But despite their wicket propensity, their violence found another
The scaly wyrm, a beast of legend, with wings and flame alike
Impenetrable metal hide, and horrid toxic bite

Monsters united to slay the dragon, and ended a lifelong feud
For both agreed that left unchecked, the lizard  sucked, my dude
It destroyed what it did not eat, and it ate a lot. So Manticore
Called to Chimera, and they began to plot.

“It likes Maidens, and heroes encased in iron,” spoke the man-faced lion
“We set a trap, a juicy girl chained upon a rock, we tell the dragon it’s for
Him, gifted from man-kind’s lot. Then fill a hero’s blood with venom
And give the hero rot. Drop him outside its lair, he’ll eat it without thought.”

They laid it out and planned so well, the chimera worked a magic spell,
While the drake laid out too ill to fight the monsters, they tore it to shreds
And scattered scales among us. The diamond rocks now seed the earth
In places full of poison. The remains of dragon and its greed, which left mankind unburdened..

Poem 17. Monster

It’s been a very long day
for a very long time
Scratching at the door to get out
is always a possibility.
Don’t cook bacon.
Don’t become bacon.
Don’t cut yourself.
Always wear pants.
Keep your tamber light.
Do not. Do not tease.
She has no mercy.
It’s been a very long day.
Stay on your two feet.
Wear pajamas.
Do not look her in the eyes.
Scratching at your flesh
is a definite.
Do not beg. Do not beg. Do not beg.
If you want to keep her sleeping
Do not beg.
She smells your need.
She will get to you
if you want her to.
You do not want her to.
Even if you think you do, you don’t.
She doesn’t want to get to you
but if you want her to
She absolutely will not stop.
It’s been a very long day
for a very long time.

I feel her stirring.

The sun is millennia from setting.

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Wedding Memories – Hour Seventeen

Once upon a rainy morn
I took a sacred vow
A future bright and newly born
Twas lastly there somehow

I took a sacred vow
It began a whole new life
For in the here and now
I was, at last, a wife

A future bright and newly born
A long road wound ahead
Earmarked by vows that I have sworn
On the day that we wed

Twas lastly there somehow
The day that changed our world
And despite time now passed
You’re mine with arms unfurled

Hour 13 – Oak Trees

Return me to the oak trees at sunset
Dance so that I may feel the beat
Sing so that I may hear the melodies
Find the silver lining
Because I know where I’ll be