The Poetry Marathon

Hour Ten – Holy Snake

Hour Ten – Personify an animal. Switch its trait. Example: a disinterested lion, a polite gorilla, an aggressive giraffe…

 

 

Holy Snake

 

She slithered across the floor

over the mat, where they sat, folded hands.

Palms, which unfolded briefly

to touch her, pet her, as she slid by.

The ones who touched her, felt blessed

their prayers answered, their wishes met.

For they had come to negotiate with God.

Bargain. Barter. Bribe

You give me a son, and I’ll give up smoking.

You make my sick wife well, and I’ll quit cheating.

Give me. Give me. Give me.

Sneha helped them.

She curled up on the lap of the favoured one,

and took his desires to her master.

And lapped the milk with her pointed tongue

almost purring with feline delight.

As they left, satisfied, into the night.

For Sneha would liaise for them.

Sneha, the Holy Sssnake

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

After You (Hour 10)

 

 

After You

 

I am one of Harvey’s hummingbirds.

I know…it ridiculous to act like he owns me.

But ya know he’s got some of the best sugar water around.

And he doesn’t forget to refill it like his lazy neighbors.

 

So it’s an easy gig but there is a catch.

I wish I wasn’t so intuitive but I can see

Harvey’s not so crazy about when I chase

Chester away every time he tries to swipe

my food.

 

Oh, excuse me – there’s Zoe.

I need to fly way high like this

and, hang on, swooooop down so fassssst!

That must have really impressed her!

 

But back to Harvey and Chester.

Yeah it’s kinda hard to do I admit

but I don’t want to disappoint Harvey

so Chester go ahead, after you.

 

Ya gotta realize I lap up nectar

eighteen times a second,

I ain’t no slouch.

I can catch up.

 

So go ahead Chester

Please you first.

 

But stay away from Zoe!

 

 

 

 

 

10. My visit to the Zoo

The other day I went to the zoo,

to my amazement, the gorilla tipped his

bowler hat and greeted me with a

” How do you do!”

 

It’s a topsy turvy world out there,

as I got invited to partake in a

honey n cinnamon toast by a bear.

 

A python slithered next to me

and grinning with its forked mouth

placed a gentle kiss on my knee.

 

To the parrot I said hello

and he sqauked back,

” Get lost, you F#$@** dirty fellow”

 

Now I scratch my head

and begin to wonder, if all this is true

or was I just dreaming

that I went to the zoo!

Poem 10. To Be Kind Humans and Gentle Bears

A bear greeted them
gently on their wooded path
would they be so kind
as to share a cookie or
perhaps a half a sandwich.

In my head he spoke
a proper British accent,
but it could have been
any polite whisper I
suppose, being a bear and

all who speaks instead
of growls. With sandwich in hand
he further asked to
join them on their midday hike
and being such a gentle

and such a strong bear,
he carried all the backpacks.
When his friends saw him
not eating his new hiking
pals, they taunted and teased him.

But, the gentle bear
offered the others halves of
sandwiches, too, which
filled their bellies and softened
their big and growly bear hearts.

They all walked along
together, with the hikers
sharing their canteens
And the bears picking the most
perfect berries on the trail

for them all.

HOUR TEN ~ Big Sharp Pointy Teeth

BIG SHARP POINTY TEETH

 

maybe we aren’t bunnies after all

we cry, we bite, we stomp the ground

we could be dangerous if pressed

we have fluff but we have fangs too

 

and no it’s not a quest for the holy grail

although some will think it should be

especially if some call him tim

there’s blood and bones but we look so innocent

 

pat warned us how love was a battlefield

we knew it was a dangerous game

but we believed in the stories we tell

through our bodies and our eyes

 

we’re not just hungry and horny

though one could be forgiven for thinking so

there’s a rage to all the niceties

bundled in the center of our cuddle puddle

 

so maybe just consider that a warning

kindness comes worthwhile for its own sake

but if that motivation won’t make do

fear can stand in with a smile and suffice

My Patient Cat: A Fantasy

My patient cat waits for me
to finish reading. She knows
I’ll feed her.

She gets up from my keyboard
when I need to work. Waits
for my lap until I’ve finished
eating, writing, chopping vegetables.
Obeys when I tell her to stay off the counter.

If her bowl is empty at night, she waits
until I wake up in the morning
She would never wake me by licking my forehead
until she has my attention.

If she needs a drink from the filter tap,
she stands by until the sink is empty
before she jumps in.

What a well-behaved cat Sissy is.
Oh hell, who am I kidding?

Hour Ten – Haiku

The disloyal dog
Watches me leave aburptly
I lost faith that day

Hour Ten: A Family Secret

Boxed wine and 7-up

That’s the way she likes to fuck

Up her memory of the day

 

“Wind down” she likes to say

A clever disguise to hide

Behind the truth which is

 

My mom’s an alcoholic

Hour 10 (Left Behind)

Didnt realize how fast the time goes
Only to realize
I am behind
Nevertheless I will do my best.
Poetry is a must.

Copyright(C)2022 Roxann Lawrence

Caterpillar.

Without wings,yet it dreams of flight.
Without proboscis yet nectar is always on its mind,
Praying silently for transformation.
How it wishes time comes for new life.
Caterpillar in the tree, wondering about its dream.
Days after days,here come thy wings.
be out of tree and live thy dreams.