The Poetry Marathon

He came to us with Juno
But not in January
She was his sister
Traveling with Flynn
A sure and noble guide,
He brought the two safely
Through mountains to bring Fuzz
By our sides
They arrived brother and sister,
Two white balls
Not unlike tribbles
He and I knew each other on sight
Fuzz and I
He’d come back again
He didn’t look back
Or cry
Or look for his Fuzz family
I am so happy
I have my Fuzz
I can’t stop hugging him
Now he’s not so small
I won’t squish
Out his guts
When I squeeze him hard
He hugs me back
With wookie arms
And nibbles on my ears
Talking his strange language
Unlike any animal except Fuzz
He’s still a white ball of fluff
He’s still my Fuzz
He got a ride back to me
His belly’s got more freckles
Then I thought possible
He has a lip
Just like he ought
His teeth are sharp
His claws are not
He looks like he’s trouble
Mostly he’s not
He likes to sleep
Just like a Gund
My little Fuzz
He’s getting big
He learned things like ‘kisses’
and ‘I need help up!’
He knows his name
But he also comes to Fuzz
He loves to play
He runs like a streak
but afterwards
He’s back asleep
He eats like a tribble
He grows fast enough to watch
He’s my sweet smelling Fuzz
Sleeping under the juniper trees
That’s his favorite place to sleep
When he isn’t in my closet
Four paws in the air
Not a care in the world
He’s safe and he’s happy
He’s a white ball of fuzz
Beloved by everyone
Working hard at his lessons
To be the best fuzz he can be

Yes, I do

Had I muttered those three words

Things would have turned differently 

Would have crawled after another career

Would have homed in a different time zone

Would have missed my wife!

Yes, I do

Had I muttered those three words

Life would have taken a different curve

Would have streamed after another career

Would have homed in a different time zone

Would have lost my life!

Write about a time when you wish you had said “yes”

Migration brought us together
much older than me, we
understood each other,like
a sister and brother-
he joined the army and went
to war-served well and won
an honor, then one day he
asked me -“If I proposed would
you say YES’ ?
I excitedly tried to say “Yes”
but  all I made was a mess.

A Healing Prayer 

Bless this life’s journey 

inspire others through gentle pathways. 

Remember we nourish in gratitude,

create inner voices when we 

listen, see, smell, feel, taste

the positive gifts of almost.

Trust understands strong compassion,

encourages balance, accepts good.

Peace is possible, begins with you.

Pain
Blinding
Excruciating
Impossible to breathe
Impossible to speak
Pain
From my lungs
To my heart
Only feeling left
Of being tore apart

And yet
When asked if
I was okay
I said yes
Yes I am
More afraid of
Worrying them
Of being a
cumbersome presence
Than of the vision of death

I should have said no
No, I am not okay
I need help
But regrets don’t, can’t
Change the past
So here I am
After everything
Practicing to be honest
To tell them
Yes… I am in pain.

Your body now owned

Ownership of Soulless mind

Control’s true reward

Sunsets can have  colors of yellow, gold, orange, pink, red and purple. But sunsets can also disappoint with black, grey and white. One is Magical and the other is just plain Dull.

Life, like a sunset, can also be either Magical or Dull.

Remember that you must always pay attention or you’ll miss the magic of a sunset and the magic of life.

Sadly if you don’t, it will mean seeing the blacks, greys and whites of life instead of the yellows, gold, orange, pinks, reds and purples and that would be Dull.

“Mindless”

I’m scrolling, mindlessly.

My mind absorbing all the messages.

The good, the bad, the ugly.

Infecting the way I think,

Affecting the way I act.

Social media is a powerful thing.

We must be careful with how it’s used.

I stubbed my toe

walking too close

to the turning

of the corner

Time does it to me

Every way

My toes have been broken

the way a second hand initially needs to be bent to tick

I can feel it

slipping and releasing

slows gravity for a moment

the little bones are broken

and no matter how many corners I try to cut

you have passed

Philip V. Coombs 11-12am