Best Marathons Poems
Battling the instabilities of reality.
Behind daylight's closed doors.
Imaginary chains keep me captive.
White walls decorated with
silhouettes of suppressed shadows -
disappear, upon the sight of twilight.
Alone, my eyes search for companionship.
Then she appears, smiling down at me.
Her solitude in darkness, shows,
it's not only the moon,
who sings an undefined rhapsody of loneliness -
helplessly, watching an exodus of stars.
What is life, but an unexplained metaphor.
What are we,
but leaves blowing in the wind.
Our emotions spinning - around and around.
Wondering if we will be lost forever?
Like you, I have no answers,
but search for meaning or at least understanding.
To open the veils of one's mind.
Kissing the silence, I too,
long for clarity to fill the emptiness.
Yet even with an open mind,
blanks appear - will they forever remain?
Will things ever be the same,
or will we persist with the distance?
.... Every face a stranger.
Every place a memory...
Have we lost the sensation of touch?
Will we love in the same way again?
Will tomorrow, forever, be a mark of yesterday?
Do we know what matters now?
The ignorance that plagued us,
do we understand it?
Do you even care?
Will minds unravel and evolve,
accept, co-exist or feel?
Or will some remain asleep?
I see those who leap with faith,
run spiritual marathons.
Yet are criticised,
for their intangible philosophies.
Because their creator, is not your creator,
and that creator, is not my creator -
so who is the creator, of the creator?
But is it not better than the tangible?
I guess we all have our own theories,
our own stories, our own destinies.
Whilst motionless, pondering philosophically,
the moon disappears behind blackness.
However, street lamps come alive.
A reminder, unlike the moon,
we are not immortal, but we are all lights,
who illuminate the universe.
And.
I am content knowing -
death is a beautiful virgin,
adorned in white.
Sunday Simple Musings
Silent One
21 June 2020
Categories:
marathons, analogy, life, philosophy,
Form:
Free verse
I may not always be at your side
but I will always be on your side;
I may not be there to protect you
but I will always defend you;
I may not always walk with you
but I will never run away from you;
I may not always understand you
but I will never close my ears to you;
I may not have the speed to sprint with you
but I will endure in your life's marathons -
you will always be my friend.
Categories:
marathons, friendship,
Form:
Free verse
For your (Turkish) Delight party invite
Sweetshop had shut up for the day
The Maltesers decided they were going away
They packed their gear in a Dairy Box
To climb a Glacier called Mint Fox
The sweets were now all wide awake
There was All Sorts of fun to make
The Chocolate Mice ran to and fro
As the Mars Bars to Mothers Pub did go
The Kit Kats spotted the chocolate mice
Who ran circles round the Coconut Ice
The Bounty cried because it was in dry dock
Time showed After Eight on the big wall clock.
The Marathons were training very hard
Some Pear Drops and Spangles standing on guard
The Smarties were looking for a Treet
They moved up market to Quality Street.
The clever Jelly Tots got carried away
Too lazy to walk, they used a Milk Tray
The Dolly Mixtures danced and sang
To All Gold heavy metal music -Bubble Gum went off with a bang.
The Coconut Mushrooms went timid and shy
Wine Gums and Chocolate Buttons looking up to the sky
To see The Sherbet Flying Saucers whizzing around
The Liquorice Torpedoes stayed firmly on the ground
The Jelly Tots decided to loop the loop
Chocolate Cigarettes played Polo20and Hula Hoop
Sherbet Dips joined their friend Liquorice Straw
The Crème Eggs were lying flat out on the floor.
Even the Minstrels loved this free for all party
The Humbugs were picking a fight with a Smartie
But they all agreed a good Feast was had by all
As they danced the night away at the Aniseed Ball.
(c) Barbara Brewin 27thAugust 2008 All rights reserved
Categories:
marathons, candy,
Form:
Rhyme
Immodest mouse (though sheepishly I drive):
Cheese-poof ambition traps shred Plexiglas;
Life’s tint is circus; freaks pedaling thrive;
My spinner’s stopped, feline-stripped out of gas.
Cradled in moon’s ambitious pseudo-shine,
Not that I could, see I’ve nowhere to go;
Clawed dizzy by stars she hangs as a shrine,
Marathons end; unfinished lines won’t glow.
Out of fuel. Out of road. Locked out of car,
Stained trips on oil-leaks cadaverous spilt;
Climbing the gallows I’ll soon be a star,
Thumb-tacked eternal; pierce sharp lunar guilt.
As I ascend, I wink once at the moon
Just to remind her - she’ll come down real soon.
Categories:
marathons, divorce,
Form:
Sonnet
A keyboard was on a typewriter or piano
Spankings were approved of, rarely condemned
Clothing was 'gay' --- brightly colored
They rolled up the sidewalks at 10 p.m.
We said 'heck' for 'hell' and 'darn' for 'damn'
Teachers were respected, never disparaged
Left-handed kids were forced to be righties
Death, not divorce, dissolved most marriages
A click usually meant a torn meniscus
Folks shopped in windows and stores
Cash was king; credit, irresponsible
TV dinners, unanimously deplored
Marathons had fewer than 100 entrants
Devices were mechanical, not electronic
Nobody I knew took showers, just baths
'Human' meant 100% being, not bionic
Everything written above is true
I swear that it is, doggone it!
Categories:
marathons, nostalgia, remember, truth,
Form:
Rhyme
My husband ventured out today,
His virus on the wane.
He only took the briefest walk
But didn’t much complain.
For he was thrilled (and so was I)
To see him well enough
To leave his snug cocoon and have
The strength to strut his stuff.
He won’t be running marathons
And this I underscore
Because, in truth, he wasn’t running
Marathons before.
Categories:
marathons, husband,
Form:
Rhyme
Ben and Cora Green had seven children, like calendar pages turning;
Each one born on a different weekday, like mango sun, forever burning.
Zoe was pretty, with big eyes and dimples, while Leah loved dancing,
Yet, Bill was sort of a pessimist; like when mystic trouble is glancing.
Edward had a zeal for jogging, while Ruth ran many errands for free.
James always had a part time job. Pete was all sunshine, very happy.
Fun barbecues attracted friends, to lawns of families and red flowers;
When fluff, sleepy clouds wandered, during deep green, golden hours.
Hues of fall leaves were fawning, when flying on crisp air, like family;
Visiting the days of fuming flora, of cool chrysanthemums, so pretty!
The Greens lived in a house of calendars, as mystic prisms flash color;
The life sundered into separate hues, like in gardens of blissful wonder.
Saffron sun shone on their street, as they smiled at people they'd meet;
When silver willows whispered surrender, to warm breezes, of no retreat.
Neighbors were a part of noon memoirs. Shadows were national heroes,
In ruddy times of heat and desperation! In the heyday of burgundy rose.
'Lady Leigh' irises sizzled in red, with the fruity beauty of 'pineapple lily,'
While insects snacked on 'goldfish' plants, beneath pink clouds, so frilly!
'Starfish' flowers had big highs and lows, in strawberry days of summer;
While 'Peruvian apple' cacti bloomed, on a single, dark night of slumber.
The Green children conveyed nostalgia for joyful childhood, into old age;
As colorful fall remembers summer just left, so flower strewn and sage!
Zoe grew up to be a model, while Leah became a famous ballet dancer.
Bill became a happier TV weatherman, for after rain, sun is the answer!
Edward later ran in marathons, and Ruth founded a charity organization.
James worked hard for conservation, as Pete, a clown, toured the nation.
Like the smiles that charm each seven day week, as a teal world waltzes;
Or like satiny peace of pearl moon charm, when the purple world pauses!
'Monday's child is fair of face,
Tuesday's child is full of grace,
Wednesday's child is full of woe,
Thursday's child has far to go,
Friday's child is loving and giving,
Saturday's child works hard for a living,
And the child who is born on the Sabbath Day
Is bonny and blithe, and good and gay.'
Categories:
marathons, birthday, children, family, fantasy,
Form:
Couplet
Africa Kills Her Sun in Ken Saro-Wiwa short story
So far the greatest short story i've ever read
Where the blackest pen lives
With the blackest ink with the darkest hue
Yet the blackest truth out there even to this day
Of the oppression, dictatorship, killings, fear, corruption and discrimination
A call for freedom
Africa still living in the shadows of colonialism
But Africa took an initiative, a positive compass
Mary Muthoni Nyanjiru, an unsung hero
Shot dead during the colonial era for her fight against colonialism
Wangari Maathai, the first African woman to win the Nobel peace prize
She planted one tree at a time, a voice for the environment, a fighter for women rights
Charity Kaluki Ngilu has played many roles in politics
One of the first kenyan female presidential candidates
I still remember the 1997 elections
Pamela Jelimo and Catherine Ndereba
Through their marathons, they have paved many seas
I remember those cross country days back in primary school, it was tough
I applaud you girls
Grace Ogot, East African best known woman author
The mother of Kenyan literature
Her words had power, and her actions showed it
Captain Irene Koki Mutungi, the first African female dreamliner captain
Flying higher and higher, more girls dreaming higher and higher
Kakenya Ntaiya, among the top 10 CNN heroes of 2013
I've listened to your Ted Talk of "a girl who demanded education"
About how at the age 12 you made a deal with your dad to undergo female circumcision if he would let you go to highschool
And that happened, you even went to college
And then came back and founded a school for young girls
Lupita Nyong'o, it was hard to watch "12 Years a Slave"
Because truth brings out a lot of anger, but at the same time it has to be told
The first Kenyan actress to win an Academy Award.
It nice to see you in magazines but it feels even more nice to know that there is a girl out there in some village
Who now believes it's possible because of you
Africa saved her daughter, and by doing so
It saved all
Sources > coming soon:-)
Categories:
marathons, africa, strength, woman, women,
Form:
Epic
"Highlights of New Jersey"
New Jersey is quaintly known as the Garden State for fun
with sandy beaches kissed by ocean waves beneath golden Sun
amusement parks and midway piers stream wooden boardwalk
arcades offer magic machines with flashing lights that talk.
boat rides on blue Atlantic coast and fishing by the bay
surfing upon white capped waves as marble tourneys play
shopping at the mini malls, stopping for frosty treat
funnel cake or snow cones to alleviate the heat.
racing monster wheels doing 'wheelies' in beige sand
as lovers stroll the promanade in love while hand in hand
bed and breakfast hideaways to feed the appetite
miniature golf on hotel rooftops close to the Moon at night.
Memories in Margate with The Geeter With the Heater*
Convention Center marathons for dancers digging beaters
casino trips for tourists and residents alike
a visit to the Cape May Zoo or riding cool mountain bike.
roadside stands selling vegetables and fruits
plants and flowers beautiful from full grown or from roots
the scenic drive through highways or back roads share greenview
still munching on hot Curly's fries in circled crunchy chew.
a seashore paradise and a Summertime resort
with Christie at the helm with a positive report
museums of great art and historical conquests
a friendly atmosphere New Jersey loves to welcome guests.
sports reign supreme, with many choices of teams to cheer
fans follow scores from near and far in sports clubs drinking beer
good education for all children schools excellently rated
and seniors are protected in communities so gated.
a native of the Garden State am proud to boast and say
once you visit all the magic places to take your breath away
even Hurricane Sandy could not dissuade the residents
everyone joined in unison to assist with dire events.
New Jersey towns will build again in love with this great State
positive outlooks count so much .. even erases hate
and when we lay our heads down at night to pray
we thank God for His blessings in a very special way.
*The Geeter With the Heater - Jerry Blavat, D.J. at Memories in Margate Club.
*For Richard Tarr's New Jersey Contest.
Categories:
marathons, places, education, garden, love,
Form:
Rhyme
“Big”, it is a funny word, it’s loaded with triggers,
And can make you feel every emotion.
If you’re told “Hey, you look big”, you might overthink,
Collapsing in an implosion.
People might say you’ve “big” arms, “big” thighs, or
“big” ears, nose, mouth or “big” eyes.
Not getting that we’re all different, every part of each one of us
Having a different size.
But we feel good if we’re told we have a “big” heart,
That we care when people are in strife.
It implies we give joy, give peace, aid and calm,
Improving how people feel about life.
Also we might view the word “big” as your ambition,
Describing your lifestyle thirst.
You might be proud to have a “big” drive, or “big” hope,
Putting your ambitious intentions first.
You might be “big” on car racing, playing squash, reading books
Or enjoying the camping outdoors.
Or you might be “big” on watching movie marathons of
Harry Potter, The Dark Knight or Star Wars.
So however you feel about the word “big” when listening to others,
Feeling happy, or sad or proud.
Just remember how you say the word “big” to others is loaded,
Say it with love and say it loud.
Categories:
marathons, care, emotions, feelings, happy,
Form:
Rhyme
Her calender was packed
She had so much to do
Had been valedictorian
Damn proud of it, too.
The world was her oyster
Grabbed the bull by the horns
Her drive and her intellect
Brought her accolades galore.
I met her post haste
She was school principal then
My son was a student
In her office...once again!
She told me her schedule
How she ran marathons
Her lists to achieve
Were impressive and long.
I met her one day
Said, "Come sit for awhile."
But she just couldn't stop
Had to run, in denial.
Today I sat down
To read yesterday's news
Saw she died on a treadmill
She was just 42.
2015
Categories:
marathons, death, life,
Form:
Rhyme
Believe it or not
She dares to run marathons to be first
She never waits for me to pick up where I left
She never allows me to take a break and maybe a sip of water
She tries to look better than me with her tallness and her round figure
She is competitive
Ever watching me
She tries to hide sometimes, she likes the dark spots
She listens to every sound that comes from me
She must have a recorder, because all she does is listen and watch, she never says anything
She thinks am playing with her
She likes the haunting and the tormenting game
She thinks she knows all that is in my mind
"Sister" now that I know you are always around,
I talk less but I see more
Especially you!!
Walk faster, run the marathons
But the trophy is mine, will always be
I will win with my mind and rejoice with my heart
The two places you can never penetrate
Categories:
marathons, analogy, symbolism,
Form:
Free verse
40th Marathon For 70 Year Old
Almost in disbelief, I reread the headline of this one particular online piece of news….
A 72-year-old Retiree Just Ran His 40th New York Marathon, screams the title of this news…
Reading on, Dave Obelkevich, he has done the most consecutive New York City Marathons…
For his 40th milestone run, he professed his training has been less than ideal ahead of this marathon..
For this sprightly distance runner, even a hamstring injury and a calf injury were no deterrent…
He aims to again complete the world’s largest race, this hugely popular New York Marathon run..
“I won’t run fast but I know I can finish”, he simply declares soundly his mission in this latest marathon…
Being realistic, he hopes only to finish within a set time to extend his streak of finishing marathons……
The visuals that backed up this news article showed runners amassed in numbers, nothing fake…
Of all shapes and sizes, the news article did state, runners local and foreign, they are here to participate.
Smiles aplenty, hands waving and high fives were in ample evidence of how times have changed…
From little band of dedicated runners to one of a huge big family of athletes and of amateurs….
Reading on, Mr Dave kindly elaborated, today the runners are in running more for the finish…
A great many more are there just to be in the running, never mind how you finish, so long as you finish…
I could feel the exhilaration and the stupefying elation of a successful run should I be there to finish…
I should think the exhaustion pales in comparison to the euphoric sensations when the run is finished..…
After 40 marathons and miles after miles of pounding the tarmac, Mr Dave is still a sensation…
With his spirit, zest and thirst for marathon runs yet unquenched, he awaits for the next edition..
How I wish one fine day, I too can meet Mr Dave the Marathon veteran of 40 New York Marathons…
Like he said, everyone wish to be there and to take in the sights while running the NY Marathon…
I know I will not be able to keep up with such a running veteran, never mind his ageing years…..
But just to run beside such a veteran over a distance, wow, what a privilege to be there….
Just a tribute to a genuine running man
http://www.star2.com/people/2015/11/03/a-72-year-old-retiree-just-ran-his-40th-new-york-marathon/
Categories:
marathons, appreciation, character, inspirational, new
Form:
Light Verse
Just a few will act divine
Not everyone is nice and kind
But everyone will get hurt sometimes
Occasionally, someone will cross the line
Some will even become insensitive at times
But we all have mountains that we must climb
So often life is like being whipped by a raging storm
Or like being lashed by the winds
Or like an angry and troubled sea
Winds, like unbearable people
Storms, like unrelenting circumstances
Troubled seas, ripping away the peace and control
All are fierce and forceful, hurting badly sometimes
You may have heard the story of the old seaman.
He said, “In fierce storms there’s only one thing to do;
There’s only one way. You must set the ship in a certain
Position and leave it there”.
Though everything around me be altered and troublesome,
May I set my position, stay the course for the duration, and sail on
Some hurts are quick, visible, and anyone can know
Others are subtle, sharp and pointed, so deep and will not easily show
Some hurts are hidden, and tears are held back that otherwise would flow
Others are not so hidden, but let us know when they are feeling really low
Not all hurts and ills are cause for alarm, because some people learn to cope
Some of us will golf, or run marathons, and others will float away on a big sail boat
They will easily adjust and move on, and never be found hanging at the end of a rope
This is my plea, my prayer, for you dear one: Sail on! Sail on my friend, and never lose hope
04062011 PS Contest, 101 In A Row-14, Poet Destroyer
Categories:
marathons, adventure, anxiety, care, courage,
Form:
Prose Poetry
One of my favorite movies Is probably a bit obscure They Shoot Horses Don`t They Dancing marathons for the nation`s poor Hours turn to days Round and round we go Stop and your out In this motion picture show Not a western As the title would make you think Watch and be told How far the human spirit can sink
Categories:
marathons, strength, , western,
Form:
Light Verse