No wheat,
No dairy, sweet,
Trim, neat!
Beloved,
I write to you from the marrow of silence,
where your name still claws the walls of my ribs.
Every breath I take is borrowed from your absence,
every shadow a telegram from your ghost.
I have pressed my lips against the memory of your throat,
tasting the dust that has replaced your laughter.
Do you remember when we shared a heart like contraband,
smuggling tenderness through the checkpoints of despair?
Now I light a candle to your vanished face,
its flame stuttering like a pulse that refuses resurrection.
If you return, even as ash,
I will call it love.
Spring, the most beloved flower,
golden glow of our lives
philosopher's stone of pure essence
exponential fulcrum of exuberance
happiness demonstrated in grandeur
living humanity that impresses
natural love that moves!
Is there another version of you
Where your eyes aren't this pretty
Your voice not so husky
Your hair unkempt
Your body frail?
Is there another version of you
Where your laughter isn't lilting
Where you aren't always smiling
Where you let yourself be?
Is there another version of you
where you cry in the open
And appear weaker to the world
Is there another version of you
The one thst you hide from everyone else
Where you aren't such an extrovert
Where you aren't always chirpy
Is there another version of you
Where you are cold and shivering
And not always this warm
a version that you keep to yourself?
On the twenty-first of September, 2025,
I, Helios, god of the Sun,
entered the Sixth House
and found Virgo waiting—
the Virgin, radiant,
her light softer than dawn.
Her beauty was not flesh alone,
but the balm of the wounded soul,
a healer of what is broken.
I said, “Let us celebrate,
for the eclipse belongs to us.”
Virgo smiled, yet whispered,
“What if Luna, your wife, finds us?”
And I replied, “Fear not—
she will only pass by in silence.
For tonight, I dwell in your house.”
I gazed into her eyes
and kissed her with the fire of the Sun.
Yet as my flame longed to consume her,
she wept and said,
“I am a Virgin—
I can only unite in the intercourse of souls.”
And so it was:
in that sacred eclipse,
I entered not her body but her spirit,
and I was made whole for the first time.
Refinement, purity, and sorrow
were written upon my light.
But the shadow moved,
Luna returned to her throne,
and Virgo faded back into silence.
Since then I burn in the sky,
forever longing for the Virgin
who healed me once,
yet can never be mine.
This company action, has thwarted the slaughter of almost four hundred B C
Ostriches in Canada, that are essential
Key workers? In helping with avian flu
Antibody rescearch.' My hat off to you
Jeremy..You are a true leader; and your
Co-workers are hero's also.' I wish your
Firm all the sucesss possible.'
Shabby chic was her style
she paraded proud for all to see
~ work of art in motion
Wordku: 5-7-5 words
Unsavory characters lewdly hang about
nowhere I want to spend my time
~ staying home’s looking mighty fine
Wordku: 5-7-5 words
AP: Honorable Mention 2025
Love changes everything, words oh so true
My world changed as our family crew grew
Day by day for you sisters, love did grow
The loveliest sisters that one could know.
Sisters you completely captured my heart,
Nothing and no one could tear us apart.
That goes for all those who love you to bits
Especially your children and grandkids.
So bouncy and lively, zesty and bright,
That's the way you go on sailing through life
You light up a room, soon as you appear
True gifts to the world, so precious and dear.
May today and the days that come after
Be filled with abundant love and laughter
Every moment a moment to treasure
For sisters who bring life so much pleasure.
Never change from the women that you are
Dear sisters to me you are Super Stars.
Worship
His
Immutable
Persona
Worship
His
Invisible
Presence
Willingly
He
Inculcated
Pain
Why?
He
Inquired
Powerfully
What
He
Instituted
Properly
Was
His
Immutable
Procedure
Worship
Him
In
Prayer
Worship
Him
In
Politeness
Want
His
Inevitable
Protection
Why
Have
Improper
Peelings
Why
Have
Insidious
Pontifications
Worship
His
Imperative
Pronouncements
Willingly
Have
Instant
Praise
While
He
Instructs
Pervasively
The house whispers
as I awaken
and a dream plays.
My loft breathes as I get up.
The block on the hill
still after the night’s
storm, and a story
plays in my head
remnants of a love
I once had. The cat
rumbling on my chest.
shares the moment.
…
Tires sing as I drive
along the river
as it takes in reflections
of sun. I’ve viewed
the scene many times.
I’m seeing it again.
Public Radio plays
a feature on psychology
and the triumphs and trials
of life, and I cry out
This is me. This is me.
‘’’
In a diner, dishes clink
and patrons laugh
while elderly cajole
their granddaughters
voices filled with promise
about the lives that lie
ahead.
…
I walk away
from old conversations
the pain felt
after someone left for good
and unanswered questions.
…
I stay true
to one thousand voices
in my head.
A new poem I seek.
Let the air do most of the talking,
we're not immune to its influence,
solemn hints that motivate within,
one trace after another, suspense,
breathing carries all of the action,
savory challenges, faces grants,
singles all tranquil, partners taken,
levels intact and relics semblance,
chamber's not free of aspiration,
drastic fronts to fables' existence,
dancing heads up participating,
last call stirring a floor, final dance,
no breathing room, slow exhibition,
lights and no glitter, retired pants,
"You ladies all smell like my girlfriend."
"Oh, that's that lingering redolence.
"The bottle's in the girls' room, sitting."
"I work here, it can't be, that's nonsense."
"It's mines, felt it's at home, forgotten."
"Seems I'm everywhere, robust presence."
Holiday celebrations now start
As Christmas carols chime with delight
Marking long yuletide thanksgiving feast
That vanquishes dearth's attack…
Yes, our family yearns for reunion-bliss
Blest with God's love until New Year comes.
Way back in 1983,
when I was just twenty-four you see,
very early in my career,
young, naïve, somewhat cavalier,
I wanted to buy a brand-new car,
something sporty, not some "boxcar".
Of course I had the money, the "dinero",
so I went out and bought a Chevy Camaro.
It was a 1983 Sport Coupe -
rather appropriate for my age group.
The color was diablo red,
and lemme tell ya! It sure turned heads!
Everywhere I went, that car got attention
and I won't deny it gave me an air of pretension.
Looking back, I suppose I was young and foolish
thinking that the car made me look coolish,
but that car was dependable
and took me where I needed to go,
whether on winding roads
or on the straight and narrow.
Now I have a treasury of memories:
its sounds, touches, and sights as well;
I still can remember that new-car smell.
Your first car is something you fondly remember,
forgetting the flaws, looking back on its splendor.
Autumn Heyday SS
Golden leaves in flight up high
Amber hues paint the sunlit sky
The heat of sunshine fades away
The air turns crisper day by day
Sour scent of decay on the way,
Autumn in midst of its heyday.
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