The Poetry Marathon

14 Pink cupcakes

No sprinkles

Icing thick

Swirling around

 

Ribbed coats

Pulled gently

Dropped down

 

Several mouthfuls

Breathing hard

Eyes closed

 

Licking fingers

Making sure

Wanting another

 

 

If I Am With You

If I am with you
I’m completely yours
Every breath
Every heartbeat
And every heartbreak
Until my last breath.
I am the forever girl
The once-in-a-lifetime girl
The one who would dedicate herself
To support you
Lift you up
Be your shoulder
Have your back
Rub you down and
Love you right
And allow you to be the man
You are-
Not a Hallmark fantasy
Or to change you into
Something you’re not
and never will be

If I am with you,
No one else could tear us apart
rip me away
Shelter me
Dissuade me
And no flattery could fool me
Into the risk of losing your heart.
I am yours and yours alone
I don’t share and neither would you
As my love, I see you as
The once-in-a-lifetime man
A man who would dedicate himself
To love me
Step up for me
Be faithful to me
And love me right-
slowly with intensity and passion
With honor to cherish
And unrelenting loyalty

If I am with you,
Rest assured that I have thought
Of every reason not to be
Of every reason I should be
Of every possible way that
We’d complement each other
And every possible way that
We could drive each other crazy
But with you-
Through the fires that burn
The world down around us-
We’d have each other
And our love would snuff it out
And I could keep going-
No matter what lies ahead
Through what life has in store
I’ll enjoy every moment
Through tears and grins
But only if I’m with you
And you are completely mine.

Hour Eight ~ Fly Away ~

 Fly fly away
this is your day
do not fear
come what may

see the world
so beautiful
from land to the sea
It is made for you and me

 

In a balloon up high
far away from the sky
life is fragile,hold tight
fly straight or cut the flight.

Shine On (Hour 12, A Stop Sign Poem)

At forty-five, I found my voice;

It was like music to my ears.

My feet moved to the melody.

I danced for the first time in years.

I felt the tension fade away

As lyrics invaded my soul.

A brilliant diamond, I burned bright,

Ne’er again just a lump of coal.

 

(A stop sign poem is another of my mishmashed inventions, first introduced in the 2020 Poetry Marathon. The stop sign poem is composed of eight lines, each consisting of eight syllables. To take it a step further, I developed the “Multi-way Stop Sign,” where the number of total stanzas determines the numbered way of the stop sign. For instance, four stop sign stanzas would be known as a “Four Way Stop Sign” poem.)

Daughters and Sons

Open your arms before your father

Like the morning dew, fall drips of joy upon your hearts

Open your ears before your mother

Listen to the whispers from above

For I have laid a room of life

…for your steps alive

 

Hey, kid! | Surya T | Poetry Marathon Poem 14

Hey, kid! Your mum and I are best friends
We used to talk about you a lot
She loved you even before you were here
telling me stories of what games she’ll play with you

I told her, I’ll teach your kid guitar
every kid needs a musical instrument
for when you need to vent your anger
because your mum said no to a party you wanna go

I told her, I’ll be the cool uncle
every kid needs a cool uncle to chill with
when your mum is tired and can’t play
to give her company and keep you entertained

I told her, I’ll be the amazing uncle
while she’ll be disciplining you
We can go on rides and play the guitar
sneaking from your house

You’re a really lucky kid, you know
Your mum is really really smart
and although, not the greatest at picking friends
she made an amazing choice – me

I told her that you and I will surprise her
In ways and times she wouldn’t expect
I told her that you’ll become an awesome kid
and no matter how old you grow, you’ll still be a kid to me

–Surya T

Women

The struggle of man

waking up with the world sleeping

the world before the sun

The struggle of man

showering in silence

other than flowing water

and shuffling feet

Avoid the stroller

in front of the door

There’s the sun

The struggle of man

deep breath

so much weight

Empty busses

The struggle of man

enter the common cafeteria

”Breakfast?” She asks.

Philip V. Coombs 10-11am

 

 

 

Hour 2: The life of a space traveler

Disclaimer: This poetry contains melancholy, and depressing content.

“Sailing through the cosmos,

In the ship of stars,

My life illuminated,

By a few plastic lights,

And distant stars,

Never did I once think,

My life would end, in such a melancholy way,

But because of one mutiny,

My whole crew dead,

And my life crippled;

There is nothing to do,

Besides to wait and watch my clock, tick its last tock;

Not a visible destination,

A thousand light years ahead of me.

And every night as I lay  down to sleep;

I think to myself if I’ll wake up the next day,

But every day I am disappointed,

As I start another day,

In this big metal can.”

One day

One day we will tell her that she was named

after the magnolia tree, we could see

from the window

in our first apartment

Tell her that even though

our first home wasn’t picturesque

we made beautiful memories with what we had

because what we had was each other

 

One day we will tell him that he was named after his father

and grandfather

and great grandfather

Tell him that he comes from a long line of strong

and compassionate men

who knew that to carry this name

was to honor the men who came

before him

 

Neither of us came from perfect families

and we don’t expect to create one

But there is something to be said

about a family founded on

tear-soaked carpet

that always dries in the sunshine

Death Watches the Deads Grieving

I was still mourning my mother when death visited again.