Lovers’ Tale:
Death and Life are opposite sides of the wheel,
But do we truly know how they feel?
Separated from each other,
Couldn’t love a person any other.
Misunderstood by everyone,
Thought Death will bring down our sun,
We locked Death underground in hell,
And Life in skies as her heart fell.
The anger and hatred will never be forgotten,
For now, she is the Mara we made with our hearts rotten.
Oh! And Death, he was the angel from heaven, now Satan.
That is why the realm of men will never be a safe haven.
Men wrote Life as something to look up to,
And Death as something to look down upon.
But in these lovers’ perspective,
It is very fictive.
This is the fate they have accepted,
Of punishing those whose decisions had them corrupted.
Life is now believed as an endless cycle of Karma,
And Death is believed as an endless rest.
This is because the reality broke them,
And now reality is cruel just like our hearts.
Under the blankets scared
I was, listening to the shooting
awake for days, without closing my eyes.
Under the bed, under my feathers.
With no wings to be displayed,
With many sorrows in my chest,
under the bed I sleep with myself and a destroyed family somewhere in the grave.
Where nobody plays, but war games, and I keep playing to be hidden from the bullets not to reach my hideout to be found.
Wait for me in the morning,.
maybe I can have breakfast.
If I can't be there, perhaps you can search me hidden somewhere far from your dreamy life, where you play war games which in my reality I keep hidden from, under a bed or whatever I can.
Look for Mara one day, a 14 year old girl, a ballet dancer under a blanket, without bullets in my pocket, but a suitcase full of dreams
Mara and her peacock are colorful and stuck up in ways.
Others cannot fathom or argue against their union however.
Exotic and erotic, they converse daily about fantastical things.
Keeping their secrets hidden from the rest of us, mere peons.
I look past them, studying the mirror hoping for some answers.
She reveals nothing, acknowledging me not in the least.
Keeping their counsel and their trust, on their side totally.
Reflecting none of Mara or Peddipant’s secrets.
No surprise to me, the artist.
All things can tempt me from my chosen chore.
A cup of hot chocolate or ancient lore.
My dog, his belly up, thinks we should play.
with simple things Mara lures me away.
My poetry waits, carved upon my heart.
Waits faithfully for Mara to depart.
A single poem slipped under my door.
Pen to paper, to screen, to paper once more.
Then wait! At my door someone is pounding.
Three friends enter, their chatter abounding!
2/21/2020 All Things Can Tempt Me Poetry Contest Sponsored by: Beth Evans
Oh Mara
Goddess of evil
And illusion
Come sit
With me again
Your face
Although it changes,
Is always recognizable
You know that
I can not be fooled
I’ll take what you give me
And spin it into Gold
You’ve peaked my interest, that is plain to see
At a time of independence, at a time for just me
I’m trying not to think about you but I simply
can’t resist it
Go away I say but no come back
Hmmm., do I see where it leads and cut you
some slack?
Can’t say I am ready for all that
There’s still too much to do
But you have caught my eye
But I can’t make you my boo
The timing is all wrong but you sing a pretty song
It’s tempting me to test those waters
It’s tempting me to take it farther
Go away I say but no come back
Can’t we just stay friends or will
we get off track?
So go away I say but no please come back
Don’t stray too far but don’t push too hard
For now, just be patient and let me just admire
from afar
~ Mara Prose
I see a man who is misunderstood
I see a man who is assumed to be up to no good
I see a man who has a good heart
I see a man whose heart is regularly ripped apart
I see a man that wants to be loved
I see a man that focuses on heaven above
I see a man whose skin color is assumed to be a threat
I see a man whose own family he may one day come to regret
I see a man who shines bright as a star
I see a man whose life will be way above par
I see a man whose mother is the love of his life
I see a man who one day will find someone like his mother in a wife
Who is this man I see?
It is my son, my life, an extraordinary part of me.
Dedicated with all my love to my son Xavier Floyd who will one day become the man of someone's dreams. Thank you for being your mother, Mara Prose's, biggest fan.
~ Author Mara Prose
You could never understand me. That's why you could never have me. Your mind is on the superficial, my love's is on the official. Flattery only gets you so far but at the end of the day, I don't have to sit around wishing on stars. My life is like a fantasy, something you could never provide for me. I sent you on your way long ago but for some reason you held out hope. I'm here to tell you now that I plan to spend my life with the man that made me his wife. Ce la vie!
~ Author Mara Prose
Daddy you are on my mind
Daddy you were one of a kind
You made me who I am today
You said for me to always pray
I miss your stories and our long chats
I miss the way you made me laugh
I feel like I am walking in a dream
But I know you wouldn't want me to be that extreme
Oh Daddy, I wish that you were still here
We had so many plans for next year
All I can do now is carry on your legacy
And rest in the knowledge that you are at peace
I am grateful I have another angel up there on my side
I know all this pain will eventually subside
And one day soon, I will be right next to you
Walking through paradise just like we always knew
I love you dear Daddy, may God rest your soul
I will see you in my dreams and until then I will uphold
~ Author Mara Prose
You smile, you grin and no one sees your sins
You laugh, you play with no one there at the end of the day
The masks we wear are uniquely prepared
To keep the world guessing and hide our despair
Black, white and all alike experience life's crushing blows
Young and old, we are all the same because we all fear the untold
At the end of the day, no one can say that we are not all equally equipped to live bold
~ Author Mara Prose
Trying to numb this pain to keep from going insane
Trying to rebuild my life without the strife
Trying to lose myself in a haze while praying for lesser long days
Want to feel like myself again and watch the stars roll by again
Want to feel peace deep within me, want the suffering to just let me be
Can't I feel the sun again, have fun again, be one again?
I need a break before I break because I've had about all I can take
Can't let you see the cracks since very few actually have my back
Can't let myself be torn down, can't let you see me frown, I'm not your clown
I'm working hard to elevate, not sedate and just relate
Trying my best to forget but not regret and remain set
Give me space, let me breathe please
Eventually you will be relieved for this too shall pass...
~ Author Mara Prose
Follow me through this journey
There's no hurry
We are on God's time
And that's everlasting
So make peace
Set sail
And wash your cares away
In time, you will see the bay
It's full of serenity
That's all it needs to be
Follow me...
~ Author Mara Prose
Catch me, mend me, break my fall
Can't take another step without trust
Won't accept sugar without substance
Catch me, mend me, break my fall
Guide the wind, smooth the storms
Make each day glorious
Catch me, mend me, break my fall
Promise to be there, stay true
Embrace me, keep the dust away
Catch me, mend me, break my fall
Make me yours
I don't want to be one of the fallen
~ Author Mara Prose
Wanting something new but stuck with the old
Desiring that warm, fuzzy feeling but stuck in the cold
Do I stay or do I leave?
What about all the memories?
Wish I could go back to better times
When I was yours and you were mine
The emptiness is stifling, the entire situation has become trifling
I yearn for love's burn
I crave to be saved
I worry that I've stopped crying
I worry that I've stopped trying
My indifference is an interference
He's elusive while I'm awake
How much more can I take?
The look in my eyes says it all
I'll just let the pieces fall
I'm lost without an anchor
I'm alone in a deep blue sea
I'm surrounded by beauty
But I just cannot see
My world is very turbulent
Full of blessings, lessons and to be's
I strive for equilibrium
I strive to be free
There's a new me in the making
It's extraordinary to be taking
New journeys, new paths, new places far from my past
I'm excited, I'm afraid, I'm curious and I'm shaken
But I know what is promised
is just too good to let pass
~ Mara Prose
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