Giving time
a voice
The moment
set free
Giving time
a voice
A fait
accompli
Giving time
a voice
The past
greets today
Giving time
a voice
Tomorrow
— in play
(The New Room: September, 2026)
Now it is finally the time
To say arrivederci Winter
It was indeed a long Winter
I was already getting sick
Of the Winter
That never seem to ended
Now finally my Father
Brought the Spring today
Also my Father brought back
Home the birds that I was missing
For a long time now
At night time I live the windows
Open so it can cool my house
Because I have no air conditioningTime & Calendars
And I been living in my
House
For a long time now
Also I love the area I live
In
The birds wake me up
With their song first thing
In the morning
I am already used to that
Now it is finally the time
To say arrivederci Winter
It was indeed a long Winter
I was already getting sick
Of the Winter
That never seem to ended
Now finally my Father
Brought the Spring today
Also my Father brought back
Home the birds that I was missing
For a long time now
At night time I live the windows
Open so it can cool my house
Because I have no air conditioning
And I been living in my
House
For a long time now
Also I love the area I live
In
The birds wake me up
With their song first thing
In the morning
I am already used to that
Lying in a meadow of freshly cut hay with the warm summer sunshine
Just dreaming the day away
Being kept cool by a gentle summer breeze, listening to the buzzing sounds
from summer bumble bees
Relaxed and contented beneath the warm summer sky
Blue and clear, not a cloud is passing by
The aroma of the summer wild flowers reaches me as I daydream the sound of water
flowing in a nearby stream
In my summer field of hay I see a field mouse scurrying and collecting bits
to build his field mouse house
A hawk is flying high in the summer sky not a sound does he make
as he majestically goes by
The time for me to leave now as the sunlight fades away
By rest assured I will return to my summer time field of hay
once upon a time
mushroom houses
dragons knights and castles
magic faerie tales
unicorns, Nessie and Yeti
gargoyles, griffins and kraken
damselflies, daisies and dragonflies
faeries, ferns, frolicking frogs
princess and princesses
full-blown fantasy
lions tigers and bears oh my
warlocks, witches and wizards
heros and heroines
happily ever after
On the edge of tomorrow
Between the wrinkles of dream and reality
Life flows like a stream in spring
Indifferent to whims and folly of time
Virile entity, volatile and voracious
Immortal in its bountiful energy
Obstinate in its determined drive
Nebulous and tempestuous at best
AP: 3rd place 2026
ex is exiting a soul
ex is exiting a building block
a soul is a building block
build is building a soul
build is building a building block
a soul exit a soul
a soul exit the building block of a soul
a soul is a cycle of a soul
a soul is a limit of a cycle
the building block of a cycle,
is the building block of a soul
ex is exiting a limit of a soul
ex is exiting a limit of a cycle
exiting a limit is exiting a cycle
ex is exiting a precious soul
a precious block,a precious soul
a soul is precious to a soul
a soul is precious to a building block of a soul
time withstand time
time withstand a block of time
time withstand a block of a soul
Winter returns, yet the clock keeps another season,
Holding one blue afternoon behind its patient hands
Inside its ticking, a forgotten garden still flowers,
Soft as the voice that once crossed the porch each year.
Pendulums know what memory will not confess: longing survives motion.
Every anniversary awakens a room the heart thought closed.
Remind me, old clock, why vanished hours continue to whisper.
If it's true -
Is it true that
Even the greatest sinner of them all
The devil ?
Can anyone, no matter how -
Can someone like me?
If they can yet become
Like that
If that's so -
Then is it true
Possibly truly know
Is it feasible.
Well if anyone wants to know if you can help me out ~with~ the flow
Then yes I want to go.
Even if it hurts to see.
The leaderboard was my space to climb
I reached top spot in record time
they all proclaimed I was the only one
who could put out fires, reverse the damage done
and I’ll admit it felt so fun
being crowned number one
but it didn’t last, I’ve learnt that now
I’m fading quickly, trying to climb back up, but I don’t know how
Innovation and perfect plans
I held the keys in my hands
there was no luck I couldn’t undo
I always knew what to do
but one year later the difference is striking
I find mistakes to be too inviting
I’m hoarse from all the voices that I’m always fighting
there’s a new me in town that they find more exciting
I no longer belong
in his village of wrong
hanging on to his words
I’ve been here for too long
and as much as they say
that it’s not going this way
I can’t stand to watch it unfold as I lose all of my weight
there were problems before
of this I am sure
but I seemed to have answers then that I don’t have anymore
I’m being phased out
no matter how loud I shout
the leaderboard is not mine
it’s no longer my time
Time’s hands never stop;
All gets vanquished in its jaws;
It cares for nothing.
Cobalt dusk gathering in the bevel of glass
the clock inhales
Latent summers folded inside the rings of time
a whisper
Orbital memory returning to the same absent address
the same blue window
the same beige chair
Cadences of ticking, small hoards of disappearance
something remembered, something remembered
Keystone of silence:
If every year returns, why doesn’t the lost hour?
Dusk drapes its shawl across the land,
softens each stone with silver sand;
the sky leans low as stars expand~
all held in night’s gentle keeping.
Cicadas sing their twilight hymn,
the horizon grows wide and dim;
the moon lifts past the canyon rim~
all held in night’s gentle keeping.
Old stories rise where shadows twined,
whispers the daylight left behind;
the world exhales its quiet mind~
all held in night’s gentle keeping.
And I, beneath this settling blue,
feel time grow tender, slow, and true;
the dark restores what daylight knew~
all held in night’s gentle keeping.
this caramelise animation
with nearsighted obscureness
again darkly blushingly arrive
billions bespeckle ebulliently tilted
in balletic rioting
ebon will languidly linger
to tiptoe clockwise
(Weekly Magnetic Poetry Challenge • September 28–October 4, 2026)
Eternity is dull.
That's something to mull,
and I would pursue it
if I had time to do it.
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