Lust Hour 15

The prompt says to write

About something I lust over

At this point in time

That is a good night’s sleep

A quality ice cream,

and those magical 10 days between semesters.

Once upon a time

I lusted for the perfect partner

I found him.

The ideal job

I don’t think those exist.

A nice car

Better to have a practical model.

I used to lust for a nice house

Now, the cost and the hours cleaning are prohibitive

I guess my lusty days are gone

I am too practical for that

Too sensible.

Life has taken away my wants

And replaced them with haves

My lusts have subsided

Replaced by much better things.

 

Prompt 14, hour 14_ the tortoise and the birds.

‌Back when the earth was young

The eagle, King of the birds, built his castle in heaven.

He celebrates his feed fat ceremony one a year.

The party is in heaven so only a bird could go.

But the  tortoise was very determined to go.

So he went to the birds with a weird request.

Just give me one feather and that will be all.

At the end he was more colorful than all the

Birds.

The eagle has a rule for all his guests, don’t come to my palace with a commoner’s name.

A special name you have to take.

So the peacock called himself the stunning glory

The hawk said from now he is swifty the fast.

One by one, every bird took a kingly name

Cunning tortoise opted for “all of you”.

‘Why the weird alias’, wondered adaka the cuckoo.

‘Because I have a feather from each of you’, replied tortoise with a hidden smirk.

They sang as they go as birds are wont to do.

Anyi jega n’umu igwe orima do ri ma ri ma do rima

We are going to heaven

Anu nwere nku ya puta ije, do ri ma ri ma do ri ma

If you have a wing join us

Anu enweghi nku ya nodu ala, do ri ma ri ma do ri ma

If you don’t have a wing stay back.

They got to the ceremony in high spirits

The elephant has prepared a feast fit for a king.

All the food and drinks is for ‘all of you’

‘All of you’ please enjoy yourselves

‘Well’ , tortoise said ‘I am all of you’.

No one touches a morsel or a drop of wine.

He ate and ate  and drank and drank .

Leaving behind a bunch of angry birds

Whose feathers are his bus fare home.

The birds left angry , everyone taking his borrowed feather with him.

Leaving cunning tortoise in heaven without a wing.

Hawk who was the angriest gave him a favor.

I will take a message to your wife he said with a smirk.

To bring out your fishing net to catch you when you jump.

Tortoise saw his wife bring things out of the house.

But he was too far away to know for sure.

At her signal he let go and tumbled down to earth.

Too late, he landed on the hardest objects in his house.

Broken bottles, a pestle and even his canoe.

Evidently the hawk has ‘forgotten’ to mention the net.

So tortoise cracked his shell in tiny pieces.

Njoku the snail put him together again.

But his shell was never the same again.

And that is why tortoise has a cracked shell to this day.

Igbo Folklore.

 

 

 

Hour 15 A time of Lustfulness

My desire towards Erik was no secret.

Puerto Rican and Italian mixed

created in the Bronx

he’s exactly the type of guy

my mom never wanted me to bring home.

I hungered towards his dark curly hair,

thirst for his brown complexion.

A passion I wrote two poetry books

to him.

Craving him like Lucy did for Dez.

We are six years apart.

The itch ended in Vegas,

when fans saw him making out

with a brunette.

The two year yearning

to be inside his arms,

longing to kiss his lips stopped.

I didn’t have urges to be in his pants

anymore.

I wished and wanted him,

but never feel the need to settle

as his sloppy seconds.

Prompt 15 (image)

Colour my World

Draw me a picture with your words
That I may share the treasure of your mind
Paint me an image in letters and rhyme
Describing how fine
The details within
Can colour my world

Make lines on a page
Of the inspiration I crave
To help me through the day

Inspire my life and appease my strife
With poetry
Fiction and prose
To make me believe
That all I read
Was written for me alone

 

 

I Hunger for You / prompt 15/ 11 pm

I can’t seem to quench my desire for you

The knowledge of you

I thirst for your every word

I hunger for you

The very source of your substance

It calms my desire for you

But I can’t help it

No matter what I say or do

Every day

I hunger and thirst for you.

~Rebeli

Clear Flower

Water flows through it

Casting no shadow

Beautiful over the translucent simpleness

Growing in the dark earth or displayed with color

It is not for everyone

 

DogSpeak #13 Bubble Time

DogSpeak #13 Bubble Time

I love bubbles.
Mommy bought me
these things she calls toys
but I can’t have them.

They make noise and when
I hear the motor start, I run
from wherever I am. It’s
bubble time!

I’m spoiled; I have a blue
thing, a yellow thing, and
the green thing is real loud.
I love them all.

Once, we played in the kitchen
but Daddy said it was too messy
so now we only play outside.
Bubble time!

Daddy says he’s buying stock
in a battery company. Mommy
pours in some stuff; I stand
beside the thing and wait.

The blue thing turns in a circle,
the yellow one like a carousel,
the green one spins sideways;
I like that one best.

After what feels like a dog year,
bubbles pop out and fly – windy
days they fly in my face and I get
a little scared but just for a second.

Then, I chase the bubbles to see
how many I can eat. I don’t know
what they taste like but I like them.
We play, bubbles and me!

When Mommy turns off the thing,
I chuff. She says I’m a soapy mess
and need a bath. I hate that word
and I run to hide in the garden.

Daddy laughs, baths are bubble time
but it’s not I tell him from my muddy
place in the garden. It’s not, I whine,
it’s not the same, but I get a bath anyway.

~ J R Turek

14: The Lost Weekend

The Lost Weekend

 

It was a bender. A binge.

To make anyone cringe,

Who’d been on one and swore, “Nevermore”.

By mistake, she had started,

And forgot why she fought it,

Entranced by its mystique once more.

By the time she awakened,

The toll had been taken,

As she laid prostrate and feeble and wan.

She knew now, ‘twas a fable,

To assume she was stable…

From the lure of a Poetry ‘Thon!