Poems That I Have Written About Running and Life And For Friends
I have a thing for romantic couplets and being a light-hearted poet sometimes. Eighteenth Century British Literature turned me onto romantic couplets, iambic pentameter always sounds so nice to me even when the rhyming is silly; just like a heartbeat. Children assimilate iambic pentameter to a heartbeat, which is why a lot of children’s books are in iambic pentameter. Why not share some of my writings on my blog?! I used to love working in seminar groups during college, where we would all correct/critique each others work. On the other hand one of my jobs was grading papers and tutoring… Some people are machines and can write vastly different pieces that are all magnificent, it’s like watching actors and actresses play different rolls back to back. Writing workshops are very cool, now is a good time to join one. It is fun to read about other peoples experiences and ideas, very stimulating for the brain too.
Healthy and Happy
To be a happy runner, be healthy.
You want all your workouts to be stealthy.
Your body needs to be fueled and kept lean.
Coldly execute your split times, be mean.
Write in the journal about all your flaws.
Make some improvements, fight for your cause.
Write all that you think boldly on the wall.
Read it all, pray on it, and stand up tall.
Make obtainable goals to reach your peak.
You can reach all your goals every week.
All your ambitions may be, profound.
Striding towards that bright future you are bound.
Put on your Garmin going to the gym.
Breathing, relaxed, listening to a hymn.
Stretching for a cool down, touching your toes.
Love essential oils that smell like rose.
Meditate and stretch looking to the skies
Ignore inner voices of doubt and cries.
Stay committed and improvements will show.
Keep positive thoughts, your smile will glow.
Stretch every time before you go running.
All these improvements are really, stunning.
Practicing stretching, an art you will master
Eat healthful food, you will run much faster.
Wake up early, do your work, seize the day.
Sticking to the schedule, time flies away.
That half-hour workout will have to suffice.
Go take a break, you have something to ice.
Accomplish your goals and then you dream bigger.
Obtaining your goals makes you a winner.
Write down in your log all that you ate.
Replenish that long run and really hydrate.
Go run on a trail outside in the sun.
Then, log in your journal all you have done.
Stretching, stretch, stretching, stretch, practice those splits.
So close to reaching goals, don’t call it quits.
On your mark get set go and run a lap.
You’ll finish your marathon in a snap.
Pay attention, take care of your body.
First season without injuries, fondly.
Journal your thoughts, feelings and ideas in.
Organization, you’re in for the win.
Negative thoughts are growing much weaker,
Modeling, your brand-new race-shorts and sneaker.
A happy runner must always look fierce.
On the line, with determined eyes that pierce.
A gun goes off and you are on fire.
Healthy and happy, reach goals you desire.
Maine Sunsets
Glory
How do I glorify God through running?
Hold Jesus’s hand every step, stunning.
Running for something bigger than myself.
Always know we run for God, not our self.
Having faith sets us on the correct path.
Choosing a cure to find, as an empath.
Funding the cure through love and philanthropy.
Caring for others, run with empathy.
Having to run for something bigger than yourself.
This opportunity to prove oneself.
Favorite hymn from mass, I am still humming.
Divinity encompasses running.
Hummingbirds, cardinals, butterflies, signs.
Feeling the power running on coastlines.
Holy spirit comes to me all the time.
Faith, spirituality, all divine.
Receiving the call, serve God almighty.
Embrace all your light, embrace you slightly.
Preach to the choir, preach to them all.
Captivating faith, my soul you enthrall.
Snorkeling in Haiti after a mission trip, it felt good to jump in the water, after never showering the entire time. It is hard to stay under this water because the salt keeps you floating to the top! When you see a shark you have to punch it in the nose.
Altitude Running
Excursion through mountains running for gold.
To complete this whole distance will be bold.
Extra fierce wind chill blowing through my hair.
Feeling salt on my skin from ocean air.
Exhausting miles, yet my feet still spring.
The personal record bell I shall ring.
Steady pace up this mountain, ascending.
All too fast down the mountain, descending.
Each mountain I run, there is another.
Breathing in this altitude, lungs smother.
Twenty miles in, feeling on the grind.
Look on the horizon, finish in mind.
Every mountains’ lake, birds choreograph.
Listening to natures distinctive laugh.
Contemplating time goals for which I dive.
Perhaps their fruition will make me thrive.
Executing my mile splits, precise.
Continuing this pace is rolling dice.
Coming in hot in this race to win it.
First to finish, since I always commit.
Alaska…
Place
Second place, instead of third or first place.
This race is a stage, use all your vast space.
Feeling like I have won, and I have lost.
All my efforts, the finish line is crossed.
I thought you won, but that is not the case.
Is my coach harassing me over place?
Our team placed in first, we have the most points.
Apparently to coach, times disappoint.
Fill in the gap, he said fill in the gap.
Do not feel bad or fall into his trap.
Only one second behind, one ahead.
Either way, in the end legs were dead.
Top three is so hard, all the same to me.
I wish that running could make me feel free.
My coach is the worst, I want to feel good.
Being scolded in the rain, I have stood.
Can I say all three of us won the race?
No, because we all have a different place.
Feeling like a racehorse, put blinders up.
Nevertheless, through coaches hoops I jump.
Somewhere around the Cape, at a beach that was not full…
You Never Know After Seven Years
You drink whiskey-bourbon, smoke a cigar.
Finally, you let me drive your sports car.
Neither you nor I, knows what we will want.
Future will show what love is, nonchalant.
Looking at the my aunts favorite land/property down south in North Carolina…
Sister, sister
If you need to dance, go dance, pretty girl.
I want to see you, leap, plié, and whirl.
Perhaps, put on your power suit with heels.
Science super woman ruling world, feels.
We can run together or run apart.
We either connect or need a fresh start.
We are so smart; we are on different paths.
Sisters both love lots, and sometimes have wraths.
You are the incessant lights of my life.
When we fight, we all go straight for the knife.
Prodigious and abysmal is our love.
We set each other free, just like a dove.
Energy comes off you with just a look.
In-between lines, I read you like a book.
The sixth sense that we can never ignore.
I know when you are there, at the door.
Sister, sister, in different places.
Thoughts in our brains fill up the same spaces.
We cannot disconnect from each other.
All animosity, love will smother.
Sisters, Sisters
….Those who've seen us
Know that not a thing could come between us
Many men have tried to split us up but no one can
Lord help the mister
Who comes between me and my sister
And lord help the sister who comes between me and my man
Sister
Sister…
White Christmas
Lucy and Luna! My twin chihuahuas…
Thermodynamics, first law will not lie.
Your energy will never, ever die.
The Universe has constant energy.
Not created, nor destroyed; you will be.
Every photon that leapt off all your hair,
Ricocheted all around, up in the air.
My eyes, particle sensors, collect;
Photons that have sprung from you, perfect.
The particle paths shattered by your laugh,
Trillions led by your choreograph.
Electromagnetic constellations,
You have made, will thrive through generations.
All the warmth that flowed through you, before death,
Transformed to heat-energy in my breath.
Faith, you are an angel is on my mind.
Laws of Conservation make you defined.
Measured across space and time, precisely;
constant conservation of energy.
Physics tells me you will be gone, never.
Your energy will live on, forever.
The idea in the poem above stemmed from a scientists idea/speech, and the sudden passing of a family friend, my sisters best friend we all love very much. In reality, they probably would have thought it was a little intense and weird, want to laugh over a glass of wine with extra frosting on cinnamon rolls, copious amount of German chocolate bars, surrounded by cats and Reese’s; but at the same time love the principle of it. My sister ran a very impressive half marathon in celebration of her life, which is absolutely fierce. I wish that I could have been there to cheer her on, but I was in school up in Maine texting her "you’re beautiful and running extraordinarily fast like a bonnie!” We have run so much together, nothing made me feel cooler than running and moving them into an apartment. Poetry can be a beautiful part of a healing process, whether it makes you laugh or cry for good reasons and bad, it’s a positive thing to share with the group, there’s all sorts of people in the group. Everyone in the group is an important member and has something valid to contribute when things happen in life. My professor really thought it was a great poem, concept and structure, and even wanted me to write an entire book of poems for senior seminar, but I decided to do research and create an algorithm to detect plagiarism instead to combine my math and English studies; I am so boring over serious issues. Maybe one day I will write a book all in romantic couplets, that no one will ever want to read.
A field on my Haiti trip.
Free verse about when I was madly in love just a short time ago, classic airport scenes that regularly happened for years. Picking me up at the airport in rain, sleet, snow, hail, or extreme fog in New England. Dropping me off at the airport, or inadvertently taking me out to dinner trying to get me not to fly away in the morning, or fly away with them instead of home or work or a race, somewhere completely out of the question. I suppose that we could never kiss in an airport now, at least not without putting our masks on first, and showering for several hours afterwards of course. Vous savez vraiment si vous aimez quelqu'un en trente secondes.
My Flight
You are the va-va-voom in our relationship. You look so beautiful; I mean you always do. I have always known the two of us were soulmates.
We start laughing with nervousness as well as excitement, considering all the major conversation from tonight.
He kisses me long and sweet, again, all over again, plus once more. As if we were relearning how to kiss each other. So soft and natural, our warm skin together. Kissing and kissing, I just want to make sure to remember every second, every breath.
He wraps his warm-hearted palm around the nape of my neck, pulling me close, and kissing me very passionately.
He stumbles over my luggage wheel, incidentally, pinning me against our car for support as we kiss. He kisses me on the lips again, extraordinarily delicately.
He follows the line of my jaw down my neck, kissing me so gently, taking my breath away. He pulls back smiling. My body is shivering from all these kisses, and lack of body heat from standing in the cold.
There are tears in his eyes. Tears for the pace that I am leaving him by the car to catch my flight on time, tears from all the other options there may have been. Starting towards me quickly, he takes and kisses my free hand. Kissing him again and again, my heart is thumping. Realizing, I truly will regret leaving, because I will miss kissing him too much.
Unfortunately, I need to start heading inside, strolling my luggage, to check into my flight leaving Boston.
Trouve-Moi
Il allait juste me crier dessus,
me cogner la tête,
mettre quelque chose dans mon verre,
annuler mon vol.
J'ai glissé ma carte,
pour que vous puissiez me trouver,
avec un téléphone mort.
Oui, je pense que tout le monde, dans la pièce est une poubelle, un appartient enfermé.
Ou ils peuvent pourrir sur cette putain d'île pour toujours. Oh mon dieu, en Kodiak. Je dirai qu'ils sont des ordures encore et encore, jusqu'à ce que je meure.
Maine
I Love You
I believe all three of them have spirits.
Little angel voices sing, I hear it.
One, came from lust so blissfully early.
They flew away with god as a birdie.
Two, was intelligent and magical.
The product of something romantical.
Three, conceived to heal our heartbreak with love.
As one and two, flew away as a dove.
Always around us, particles of light.
Surrounding my tears in roses of white.
Everlasting Love
You shall ever be our dearest, most loved.
Two months, two months, and four weeks of pure love.
My Emerson, and Charlie, and Briar.
