We’re driving the public crazy
But you know, it’s all for fun
We’re driving the public crazy
But you see, it’s all for fun
Let’s tell ‘em that the sun is the moon
And that the moon was actually the sun
You can park your car in the driveway
Ain’t nobody gonna leave
Park your car in the driveway
Ain’t nobody gonna try to leave
The more I think about it,
More I wanna lay my head and grieve
Well we lived in chauvinism
For goin’ on ten thousand years
Living in chauvinism
For just about ten thousand years
But they been lookin’ at us from watchtowers
They got infinite records of fears
Now I dont wanna fire my weapon
Don’t wanna start no kinda duel
Don’t wanna fire this weapon
And start some kinda duel
‘Cause I know just what’s gonna happen:
Disintegration of all rules
If you talk about my mother,
Then brother, you’re gonna pay
Talk about my mother
And brother, you gonna pay
I got this receipt for a motel
And forever, that’s where we’ll stay
When Anthony started to trip,
he turned it into a back flip.
He then finished big
by dancing a jig
and closed with a hop and a skip.
September where have you been?
The June days burnt my smooth skin,
in July it was hot and I needed extra sun screen.
August was fun pool time with us all-in.
Finally lovely September to break-in,
with many wonderful holidays to begin.
Asked the census-taker, at once witty and wacky
Are you two married, or are you happy
We replied, We’re happily married 40 years now
~ For a couple married for 55, that’s a real WOW
Always
Can’t stop listening to ‘Always’.
In all ways I am under her spell.
Don’t want to quit thinking of future days,
Because right now I am free from my personal Hell.
I am walking in the light for love is glorious.
It is not asking to take anymore from us.
We are speaking without words, telepathic understanding.
I think about her and she let’s me keep on dreaming.
Lost in a moment of purity.
Not harmed by the truth of what is.
Living in a head of fantasy,
Is walking through air blowing bliss.
It embraces me with loving arms.
She holds me gently to keep me from harm.
I am day dreaming of a life so charmed,
That nothing can cause me to fear what could be, or what was.
(C)2025 Aa Harvey. All Rights Reserved.
Pumpkins are made
For pies
And pies are made
For jack-o-lanterns
To
Please little girls
Who ride swings high over the city on
Cold
Mornings when others
Have found the schoolhouse
Under the ghetto waiting to transform the little leftovers
Into Wallstreetbogeymen scaring the country into
Unwanted
Growth claiming ‘More Pumpkins Are Better.’
The swing's chains are cold in late October
The seat can be wet
She
In her own glory does
Not
Notice the silence. Dreaming of
Dancing at the Met exposing truth to the music of Mendelssohn.
We linger
On the damp cool October morn
She peruses the skyline looking for the
Spot she might run to
As the swing finds a higher plane.
When our lips meld in passions kiss,
we gather highs from nirvana's bliss.
Charlie I am so happy you loved Mom
deeply
Your heart is rare and Priceless
I felt you were mom's Prince and
to Cherish always
I never seen her needs and care
be first
The light in both your eyes always
Bright
The smiles you both shard til
end of time
Mom said she had the greatest
husband
You opened and healed mom's
heart
I'm forever Blessed of you saving
our family
Thank you deeply for all you do
(Voices of Galileo & Pythagoras)
On this day—
September 9th, 2025,
an echo rose from the ninth portal of the universe.
Galileo spoke:
"Mathematics is the language
with which God has written the universe."
The proof was everywhere—
the ninth month,
the ninth day,
the year 2025
folding into the number 9.
A trinity appeared:
999.
And when I added 9 + 9 + 9 = 27—
it fell again to 9.
A cycle completed.
A circle closed.
Galileo’s voice trembled:
"This happens once in nine years.
The world has finished one chapter—
and now, it begins another."
I asked—
“What does this cycle mean for humanity?”
He answered:
"Nine is compassion.
Nine is wisdom.
Nine is completion—
and awakening.
It calls the soul to service,
to live for the greater good."
Then Pythagoras appeared,
his face burning with sorrow and light:
"The world was in meditation—
now it awakens.
The true hearts of compassion
will rise for humanity’s sake."
We raised our eyes to the stars.
They shimmered as if lifting glasses with us.
And we whispered:
“September 9th, 2025—
the day of 999.
A cycle ends.
A cycle begins.
Cheers.
the piano played for hours
the chianti bottle has long been empty
~ we refuse to go home
Wordku: 5-7-5 words
AP: Honorable Mention 2025
When your happy nothing stops you from doing anything
When your sad a glimpse of darkness comes over you like a cloud
Then you pick yourself up and the darkness subsides
And the sun shines with a glimmer of hope
My Breath, my love, you are always here in my thoughts and in my heart. I feel you near and how you care.
Your love is like the breath of air; it flows back and forth into my life like we are one.
Love I can feel you near, hugging me like only true love can.
Feeling you kiss me makes me feel so happy it makes me smile all through my day.
Love you are so sweet, my shining star, you make me so happy I could weep tears of joy.
Walking hand in hand through this life, makes me know that all of my life is alright with you by my side.
Love is like the feeling that we feel, it is like the love from God that brought us here. It shines so bright in our heart and mind that we feel it with just a thought of the one we love so dear.
Loving you is so much fun, it has brought me a feeling that is better than any other love. Your love makes me feel anew, and makes me want to try all things new.
Loving you is like fresh snow, it feels so pure and new, making me want to feel you close all through the moments in life.
Love like ours that shines so bright, making its way like the morning light, gives me the feeling of you by my side.
Lifting prayers to God, today and always.
japanese lanterns
rubenesque and rosy red
beautiful decor
I'm a small garden of the soul -
A place where we keep patience in tending roses...
thinking of each other,
trying to blossom like flowers.
Anh oi
I'm not a fickle wind
That blows whenever I want
or only when your heart desires...
#hongphuongphan
contest : Alpha Rhymes
sponsor : Joseph May
3.9.25
PLACED 3RD : Standard Contest
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APPLE BLOSSOMS CAUGHT DREAMY EYES
fairy farm was ablaze with fruity trees
gentle breezes swayed laden branches
canaries sang, cows mooed, all at ease
FIGS, GRAPES, HACKBERRY, IMBE, JACKFRUIT
with Turkish splash pool glimmering awaited
tiny tier temple newly whitewashed invited
brass buddha bell and rose garden gated
KITES LAY MOTIONLESS NOTICEABLY OBVERT
which leisure activity would we choose
as fruity farm holiday commenced covert
like in paradise peacock strutted with goose
PEACH, QUINCE, RASPBERRY, STRAWBERRY TARTS
stole our minds, stomach and hearts
this heavenly place embraced tired souls
stress dissolved in nature’s eloquent role
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