To express through words,you
dance with poetry
You strike a chord and you sing
With a low, soft voice
a gentle humming sound that drifts into the clouds
You sing a love a song for your beloved
Sing,sing for your beloved
Just like a bird platmying melodies
The rhythm, the rhythm of the song
As a sweet,the beautiful melody
Wake up
You soothe your voice like a bird
That chirps
You play a beautiful melody
Starting a song all of a sudden
dancing to songs of joy and celebration
A short time filled with happiness
Humming always with pure joys
A song to put a body to sleep
As a sweet,beautiful melody
Wakes up
Monkey wrenches are distressing.
Always, with my plans, they're messing.
In my life, I've come to realize,
they come in every shape and size;
but I don't mind - it's OK,
what will be my monkey wrench today?
Open Mind Words
In this year through my poem,
with truth, my friend —
Viewer,
you who respect a picture that heals,
look.
Reflect the appearance of a mirror.
The explanation of a step
brings the face forward.
You resemble good news
of humanity.
Stand still.
STOP.
An example of doing like that —
reflect so I can look.
You turn around
so I face backwards
to find for myself
the feeling
that I am a real person.
These are my open mind words.
Nna le wena, mogwera,
O tsweletseng Seiponeng
Mantšu a gago a
Ke eme ka maoto bjale.
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Put me to sleep, O little god,
spirit of the ancient, healing tree—
a beautiful rustling brewing within the ancestors' plant,
emerging from captivating redness.
Invisible as a shadow, leaving only gleaming, shining bones behind,
the unseen one remains hidden from my eyes.
Yet, it is a tree of lush, vibrant green,
fragrant and sweet-smelling, bearing soft flowers and a hidden thorn.
Your humming sound—a silencing rustle in the night,
in the deep gloom, in the gathering dark—
becomes a dirge for the dead, a hymn of my final rest.
With windows wide open on every side,
I am dangerous and lost,
without origin or protection,
I am weeping,
unveiling a pain of finding the courage
to sleep facing the solitude rather than
hiding from it
wrote last poem months ago
will not write another so
guess i'll stick with good ol' prose
prosaic from head to toes
if i write anything now
post only me anyhow
no one need read this my trash
algorithms turned to ash
say no more of politics
theology only tricks
you into false contentment
lulls the brain like compliment
dulls the pain of resentment
makes our love hate's complement
wish not to over complain
but ennui's bored me insane
in world prefabricated
all new remains outdated
and what's real is really rare
but fake has millions spare
routine is the only route
for time space life to run out
replace me with a monkey
and you'll save beaucoup money
sorry if self pity's wrong
self regard's just not so strong
seems i've carried on too long
so i'll end this silly song
There is a cheeky monkey
Who lives just up the street
His body is quite chunky
His feet are not petite.
He’ll knock upon your door at night
Then scamper down the street
He gives the folks a dreadful fright
But he thinks it’s rather neat.
Or he’ll open up your unlocked door
And have himself a feast
He’ll leave food scraps all over the floor
The horrid little beast.
He’ll rummage through your underwear
That you just stored so neat
And try your socks without a care
On his dirty stinking feet.
So before you go to bed tonight
Lock all your windows and doors
And get a dog that loves to bite
And a cat with massive claws.
For there’s nothing that scares him so
Than a dog with bitey teeth
He won’t stay long he’ll surely go
And you’ll breathe a sigh of relief.
I see your lips moving.
Can't hear what a word you're saying.
Blah Blah Blah Blah Blah.
Wordku: 5-7-5 words
AP: Honorable Mention 2026
I’m lost in misery, in a world I couldn’t see,
Like a bird in a cage, no way to break free.
Trapped in my mind, far from reality,
Days turned to years in silent captivity.
I dreamed of the sky, of soaring so high,
But when the door opened, I didn’t know why-
My wings felt broken, heavy with fear,
I’d forgotten how to fly, after all these years.
In calm springy night,
The beautiful moon up there
Silent is lulu.
Yet, the two old gorillas,
Some ugly frogs make noisy
Jumping annoying damaging monkey is tiger's favorite food!
Comet!
It nears, it nears, it nears!
Dark halts, stars shift.
Eye views, it nears, it nears, it nears!
Flame in black, scar in sky.
Comet!
It mounts, it mounts, it lifts!
Towing a trail of old frost.
It climbs, it climbs, it cracks!
Glow spills, it stays!
It swells, it swells, it vaults on high!
Comet!
It coils, it coils, it lifts!
A long path bowed round the sun.
It turns to north, to north while spinning!
It floods, it floods, it clears the ridge!
Mid-worlds, it holds no stop!
Comet!
It vaults, it vaults, all at once!
Eons pass, then — there!
It springs, it springs into the sky!
It lifts with might, it lifts with might!
It leaps, it jumps, it breaks free!
Comet!
It spills! It springs! It lifts!
Tales stir, tides tug, hearts drum.
All things lift, no stop, no stop!
It nears! It comes! It is here!
E a phela gabotse it stirs only a Littline
The moya wa bophelo is blowing sideways.
E sa tšweletšeng in its own laziness law,
Ga e sa tšwela pele, it walks with trembling feet.
E hlokile khutšo for a very long time,
E sa akofa ka bošilo, searching for a lost way.
Bjale, e a thitibala by closing its eyes,
The pelo finds a fake peace and a burning fire.
a labyrinth of emotions
parading in and out and all about
no one can pinpoint just one at a time
if they say they can, they are lying
feelings cannot be pulled apart like monkey bread
I can have ten different feelings at a family reunion
depending upon who is walking toward me
and who is walking away
It is irrational to think we can choose only one at a time
I can feel excited, tired, happy, sad, angry and mad simultaneously
can’t you?
Vengeance worms in its way
after art of submission falls prey
Bass slap riff and chords ring funky,
beats that warm the brass monkey
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