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Movement
absorbing aiming attaching
bubbling breathing
chewing chasing clicking crashing clinging
diving dancing disengaging
echoing ebbing emulating
falling flicking fornicating
grazing gagging galloping gallivanting gathering gesturing
hiding
impaling
jogging jiggling jostling
kneeling kissing kneading
lollygagging leaping loaping
mooing melting meshing munching
nudging nestling
orbiting obliterating
puckering punching
quaking quivering quavering
rolling running romping rumbling
screeching slithering swimming stalking spreading swishing shifting
tumbling teeming tip-toeing
uncoiling
vibrating
wagging whipping writhing
x-ing out
yanking yawning yodeling
zooming zesting
What I Learned Doing a Poetry Marathon
The real secret to writing
isn’t a secret
The pros have been telling you for years
to act on your intentions
and write
It’s about priorities
It shouldn’t be the lawn
that needs mowing
the laundry
that needs washing
the friend
who needs validation
The writing comes first
No excuses
No one faults the business owner
for doing business
So no one should fault the artist
for making art
For me
it has to be
about thinking
and writing
Forget about what’s for dinner
There’s always cereal
and canned soup
and some of us thrive
on words
Thank You!!
Although I did not complete the Marathon, I thoroughly enjoyed it. I look forward to next year. I am determined to finish.
Thank you for the great experience.
Quoth the Poe
Down deep dark dreary pathways I follow
The pounding pulse, twisting violent turbulent turns
Gothic rhythms of your nightmares
Spilling spinning screaming
On aging pages
Hold me hostage
I dare not look away
I dare not leave
My blood pounding bruised beating heart
Pleads for peace and reprieve
Yet still I read
Captive to your craft
A dance with death
In velvet gowns and stolen souls
Deceptive dreams, fantastic fears
This wild madness flows
Like morphine for my writer’s soul
May I have some more?
The poet’s dream
I am a dreamer,that makes my life easier,
Dont let my existence scare, articulating my feelings is hard to unveil.
Writing poetry,can rescue my aching soul with no bail,
A writer never make it big,’cause writing poetry is emptying their hearts to regain and not much gain.
Please don’t make our dreams go down the drain,writer’s life will go in vain.
A SENTINA POEM:”IM A POET”
“I’m A Poet”
Dedicated: To ALL POETS around the globe. Most especially to PENTASIAN POETS
(Photo taken from:Ms. Suzette)
When poets unwind
They truly explore
To reach the edge of the horizon
Search, meet strangers as family
Where words value, kept as treasure
Saved in every single moment
Those unforgettable moment
Those risky things unwind
Those most precious treasure
Expand twinkling as it explore
Cultivating soul in every family
Not giving up staring the horizon
Almost at the edge of the horizon
Fragile, difficult, risky each moment
Tears may flow, no one to embrace a family
Scattered teardrops fall unwind
Need to sacrifice, take the risk, explore
Hoping in the end, there is treasure
Finding a treasure
Won’t see, need to take the obstacles across the horizon
Need to dream, need to believe, need to plan to explore
Value each single moment
For every single moment unwind
There, can find true family
Not a real family, but a bountiful home of family
More than a treasure
Wrap, fold, unwind
In different edge of the horizon
Uncounted moment
Shared happiness, love and moment to explore
Keep on the eye to explore
Value every single bountiful home of family
Treasured every single moment
Most especially, a love to be treasure
Across the horizon
Unforgettable moments to unwind
In life, we unwind, to struggle, sacrifice, and explore.
Keep on dreaming to reach the edge of the horizon, don’t give up, there are people who waits for us, our family.
There’s a lot of things to be treasure, but the most of it can’t be value by money, and the most memorable – unforgettable ones are those moment.
(C)seth:kw:23:18:june15,2015:ALL RIGHTS RESERVED
poem #7 I was late for motherhood
I was late for motherhood
the appointment was in a neighbourhood
I didn’t know hidden behind billboards
and bare-limbed trees
for years I drove the highways
but the map given me at childhood
was missing pieces
like a puzzle where someone stole
all the blue edges
I had to ask directions
the doctor made me pass a test
I flunked the first time
later he would help me study
prescribe me vitamins
tell me not to worry things would work
out
I tried to follow his car to where
I thought I should be
you weren’t certain you wanted to live
there in that toy-strewn house
where the large windows first beckoned
at night I would dream of infants
and their tiny whispernames
in the darkness just before light broke
I would drive myself to where
the babies might be
that rendezvous I always meant to keep
it would be years later
when two boys became men
that I would remember
how it felt to be unfinished
lacking
missing those blue pieces
and realize
it was never about motherhood
“A Poem to REMEMBER:being A mArAtHoNeR”
✌✌✌✌✌✌✌✌
In that straight
More than 24hours awake
Studying sentina
And working household chores
As well as to calm the mind
And relax the heart
My mind stocked to understand
What sentina is
And the clock comes lesser
To write, I have none
I’m about to stop
My mind says hop
My bed says come
My heart says write
I focused
I focused in my heart
And I followed each hole
I was challenged
Not because there were writers better than I
Not because I was a new comer in this race
It is because, here I saw diverged
Every single Tictac of the clock
A pen’s value in tact
And soul to rock
My shadow walked
As I stood
I’m done
I can’t imagine
How I finished the game
Its not just a game but a plan
An undreamed run
A memorable ground
(C)seth:kw:13:46:june15,2015:ALL RIGHTS RESERVED
a great marathon of poets in time and space
starting eastern time 9 am 13 June 2015
moving for expressing in each prompt
creating poems
raw emotions raw verses creating
making poems creating and revising
posting for PUBLISHING
whether a half marathon or full marathon
moving creating and posting
for 12 hours 12 poems finishing a half marathon
next 12 hours begins
surely patiently eagerly moving to a great plane expedition
finishing full marathon
poets expressing themselves the sleep prompt which is final marathon prompt
ending 8 am 14 June 2015
what a blast!
adding to my humanity’s experience
kudos to organizers and fellow marathoners in this endeavor