The Poetry Marathon

Oh No!

that booster fever is kickin in!

that hot and cold feeling

and clammy skin.

arm is more sore

than before.
Now I gotta try and push though!

got an alarm set for every hour

to complete this task.

I hope I wake up, that’s not too

much to ask.
then at 2:00 I can sleep

The rest of the day.
I’ll wake up super early on

monday morn

and to the library

i will then go!

my nose in a book.
Notes will be taken.

gotta work on my dissertation.

September isn’t far off,

which is when it’s due.

I think I’m getting the symptoms

Of a mild flu.
oh no!

Carnivorous carnival (Hour 17)

Hope plays the role contrite, L’art Cullinaire served on despair,

‘You remember your place, my hold ever renewed!’

For what is flavour if loyalty, if yours is insipid impaired

 

She basks on pleasantries, humouring my air,

Callously agreeable, contented and shrewd,

Hope plays the role contrite, L’art Cullinaire served on despair,

 

As doe eyes adore, awaiting my approvals care,

‘ A pleasant idea’, a mock and impugn,

For what is flavour if loyalty, if yours is insipid impaired’

 

‘ My canines are trained, versed in savageries prayer,

But fear not my heart, you they will not consume!’

Hope plays the role contrite, L’art Cullinaire served on despair.

 

She dances and connives, I see you in my vacant stare,

Within my gaze, darkly dreaming visions accrue,

For what is flavour if loyalty, if yours is insipid impaired

 

 

I have ensnared you once, for I am the fox to your hare,

‘Tonight we hunt, for flesh’s atonement is due!’

For what is flavour if loyalty, if yours is insipid impaired,

Hope plays the role contrite, L’art Cullinaire served on despair.

Hour 16: Because Life is a gift; patience my dear!

Life seems purposeless
Like a rudderless ship,
I am pushed around in this vast ocean of life
I feel like a masochist, self-inflicting pain
I seem to have been caught
In a never-ending cycle of pain and misery
When I can end it all in one stroke, liberate myself
Set myself free forever
Why then should I live?

4:40PM

Heard crying again

Lost patience, anger erupts

Followed by sorry

12: Changeable Albany

Pale blue cloudless sky

But we are in Albany

Could be snow tonight.

“Connection Of The Hearts”

How does two soulmates meet?
Maybe not a typical meet and greet story.

Others tale might be good as mine,
Like once upon a time in a wishing well,
You just magically appear in front of me,
And saying all the good and right thing.

But it happens more like a mystery,
In a bad spot, at a wrong place,
Not even looking decent in my memory,
A terrible lovers start of taste.

I guess, we are the terrible match,
But a connection of the hearts.

Our bad stories were turn out good when put together,
I started to think that we are each others forever.
No! Not another fairytale love affair.
Just a simple care, and a love in the air.
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Writer: M.E. Flores
Hour15, Image Prompt15

I’ll Never Forget You

Have you forgotten me yet?
The ways it was easy?
How I felt like home?
How you were never alone?

Have you forgotten the ways you
wanted to please me
the ways that I teased you
and then delivered it all?

So much time has passed.
And yet I’ve never forgotten.
The essence of you.

I hope you think of me too.

Hour 15

I crave
a children’s sized pizza.
Guacamole, give me an avocado
so ripe the top will fall off
in my fingers.
Smoosh that green puree
onto my toast.
Lustful mouth, ready to taste
the blossom that is a mandarin
off-season.
These treacherous feelings
will hunger for anything
whenever they can.

Ancestral Curses

probably started before my great aunt

was born

I wonder if she knew as a little girl

she would only stay for a little while

forced to yield

her virginity

to a man’s heels

then have her light

drained violently

I imagine dinner that night

Her first night not home

I imagine the loss

100 years later

and I grieve for my great grandparents

Our bloodline divides

Competes

Passes judgement

Deflects

Projects

so I say no

to 90% of the invitations I receive

I have no desire to be anywhere

near

being with myself is the greatest peace

(Hour 16) 12.30pm-13.30pm. TEXT PROMPT: last line question, title the answer

Nobody knows

What
are they?

Where did they
come from?

Will the human
race survive?

Will the earth
herself?

How the bloody hell
did they just obliterate
7 billion people
& countless billion
animals, birds, insects
in a millisecond?

& the hardest
one of all, why?