The Poetry Marathon

Beautiful, rich, glittering, chic, urbane, topping that unkempt smile that traffic us to sleep on sluggish wheels.

This evening, she is dotting. On the times after the wee hours of today, she wept & spat on her children. We hear her wheezes. Yes, its cold. Until when we are already afraid of the darkness we would tune up her voices.

These are teachable moments. Of our history. currates onto no short customs, the manuals we copy are what they just, copies of another version. Reel in these moments like it shall never pass, 😌 savour every drip of its torrent.

Let me mind you. Revolt, revolution, will save you. I minded you. Let me mend you. Save after me “Only if I don’t join it” it will save you.

Teachable moments. Of our history. We are the teachers, the land is our students. Following the class tracks set on the mud paths ofloading onto rainbowful homes.

Teachable moments. There’s no one way to teeth after all, these are the days of the eerie gods of demeanour. may they lane seige upon their totem. Late quakers, delivers of doom. Go back-lit and touch, torch, and touché.

Everyone ready to go?

If you could live a stationary life,

If you could be a pencil,

You could be erased by a eraser,

If you could be a eraser

You can lose your lifetime by erasing,

If you could be sketches,

You will lose your ink,

If you could be a ink pen,

You could be refill your ink,

Likewise live like a aink pen,

If you lose your happiness,

Refill it.

I am excited for the poetry marathon. This is my second year and I am looking forward to reading some awesome poetry.

Can’t wait for this year’s Poetry Marathon to start! (3 short hours for BST start!)

I see him weave music

Calm  light  bright  his own

Little steps without notes or constrains

He weaves music

Bamboo sticks   yarn   stones  and spoons

In the intersection between genius & naivete

There is where children thrive

And music is made

Dear clouds you are clear clouds,
Wind blows pure loves,
You takes me up up and up,
While watching you my brain became shut,
You are a clean city,
And all your movements are pretty.
I need my heart clean like you.
Then all my ego will flew.
Clean hearts are like clear clouds.
All my tears and fears are washed out,
When my heart became clear i shout out.