katy l a shining girl
anthems salute swimming whirl
thousand breathless reps
mounts again top steps
nations pride nations pearl.
Death approaches
We have no regrets
Dreaming improbable dreams.
Reality betwixt the unfeeling
Monuments souring unhindered.
No longer enslaved slaves
Thinking the unthinkable
To be what we truly feel
Tears that can’t be cried
For pathways to the unknown
Soft velvet sparks so subtle
Teardrops fall in puddles,
Weary eyes forge forward
Forlorn ekphratic meandering
The pain as its vile pungency
Scorns the soul of the angelic
Drives goodness to the brink,
Mighty swords flow protests
To the unyielding winds of time
To defiantly stand up to demons
For a valid worthwhile cause
As the lyrics of memoirs spill
And gazes turn to wonder,
Amid lonely nights of fear
With only love unblemished
If not ourselves what can we be?
Untold ethics to be true.
To ease our savage thoughts
claiming not fame nor fortune
this be our claim to fame.
Doing it our way evermore,
The righted wrongs unsaid.
When God questions us,
We will stand erect.
What’s in man that makes him go
Is it the satisfaction of the craftsman
Or the drive for more dough
Ask the baker ~ He may just know
Rising each day even when it’s hard,
Open to the little joys that show up.
Walking through life one step at a time
Every instant showing me I’m alive.
The faces in photos,
become the darkness,
behind a back-alley
of this dark street,
her virginity
is your ecstasy
A wish upon
a wrong star.....
Falling for
little girls
of innocence,
not wishing
for your
slaying here.....
Her colors
become drained
as your urges
so strongly
build to a lost shepherd
becoming a demon.
A victim
is now
the monster,
of your urges,
proud of this?
A word to the wise
when the world says ‘Don’t’
A goal shields your will
~ carves up your won’t
Strange new neighbor,
Smoking outside.
Comes over to talk,
Pet my dog.
While I stroll by.
Said he had never seen me before,
Walking my dog past his door.
Seems to watch everyone.
Wonder if his brain is undone,
Or maybe just a friendly soul.
Peering out at a world he beholds.
a single spark can light the darkest night,
and turn our timid hearts to fearless flight.
He paces through ardor.
Ardor with scorched feet,
Feet in fire for love, forged in blaze.
Blaze that does not burn
Burn but brands his personality.
Personality with resolution,
Resolution hindering infamy.
Infamy he swallows completely.
Completely to make his son grow
Grow uninjured, undefeated.
Undefeated, he positions
Positions at the pit’s verge,
Verge where anxiety and destiny are vivid.
Vivid is the quietness of ransom,
Ransom as the price no one will grasp.
Grasp how he risks the world.
World where his boy might become open.
Open to choose the trail,
Trail avoiding him stagger
Stagger through the dark unaided.
Unaided as the father strides,
Strides but shapes a trail through stone.
Stone by stone, he builds a road
Road that is not bumpy but good and superb.
Superb becomes that man.
Man who walks not for his grandeur
Grandeur as a guide his son’s hand.
Poem by Mugisho N.
Yes, you can see the sky
When you alive.
You sees the colours of sky that
may, reminds of the chapter of life.
Sometimes you are sad and cry!
And it rains from the sky. Please!!
Notice, sky not may beautiful by it’s won
So.. Why your life would be cool without deeds?
Ofcourse, it has no end. But you have!
Decorate your life as the sky does with clouds,sunlight, birds.. If sky tolerate the pollution, thunders.. Why can't you?
Anything you do, but at last..
You will be a little star of Nights sky.
hens and robins warm their eggs
nesting, they cover their legs
these mothers, innate modesty display
values from yesterday ~ for today
I wake up fully psyched
On track full charge toward my goals
~ My vision couldn’t be clearer
Wordku: 5-7-5 words
AP: Honorable Mention 2025
I’ll speak of me past of stories once told.
Of men that rode waves out in the cold.
Tales of the strong, the courageous, the bold.
Most of them died young, a few were quite old.
The things that they done sent chills up my spine.
They’d eat mush and swill and drink rum and wine.
When they were happy, they had a swagger.
When they were drunk, they could hardly stagger.
Over and over to battle they’d go,
They’d fight dragons and monster, toe to toe.
They faced their sure death with almost no fear,
They’d charge into battle with a loud cheer.
They looked for treasure, none was ever found.
Pirates ’til death, by their pledge, they were bound.
Can’t fly, no wings
no voice, can’t sing
Can’t act, no passion
wardrobe's out of fashion
For music, no ear
quit school, no career
Always fall, can’t play ball
so ~ I chronicle it all
When they say “no” before you start,
And give the prize to their own friend,
You feel the weight upon your heart—
But know this isn’t yet the end.
When staying quiet feels so safe,
And speaking out might cost too much,
Hold on to truth, keep your own pace,
And guard the dreams you long to touch.
When the night feels colder than day,
And laughter fades to empty air,
You light a spark to find your way,
And see that someone’s still out there.
When the climb feels steeper each time,
And every step begins to ache,
You hum a tune, keep up the climb—
Some roads are worth the work they take.
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