On average it takes 8 minutes 20 seconds for light to travel between the sun and the earth.
At that very moment they look up into the sky
8 minutes and 20 seconds ago the journey had begun
The ray plays out its tale for all of them
Eyes stung by beads of sweat
The farmer squints into a cloudless sky
He smiles as once more he gazes on rows of sprouting new life
Oakley may dim her vision but she stirs
Beneath her towel sand has moulded to her sun-drenched form
Her fashionable hue is almost complete
He stumbles but struggles once more to his feet
How long has this desert ordeal endured?
The end beckons as searing heat prepares the feast
Shivering through winter in thin clothes and with an empty belly
Shafts of sunlight are rays of hope
A false dawn or a new beginning?
The newborn baby cries for attention
Her rosy skin has yellowed
But soon the status quo will be restored
Five lives touched at the same time
But not in the same way
8 minutes and 20 seconds ago it started again
I'll run again at 20
If that's what you want
I can play in the rain on the asphalt
Without the soothing petrichor
If 20 minutes without your shadow ever existed
I'll cry my eyes out
Then laugh again
No longer able to use metaphors
In romantic stories
Sarcastic erases so much
Let's breathe a sigh of relief
We're no longer at the end of the road
But truly at the end
Not waving in a single word
Turning back into isolation
rolling river
murmurs and whispers ~
waterfall wonder
I have seen and heard of love in another land!
A voice that made me and my mind feel at peace
So I must make my words come from my heart and lips by taking a stand!
The Destiny is a foreshadowing of our hearts coming to each other in a physical piece
True love begins with communication and continues with communication!
Our minds are floating with thoughts of alignment and deviation!
Even when there is confusion with our words, the love will not fall to miscommunication!
It will only be strengthened though our open faith and appreciation!
The past made us both appreciate one another through deep compassion and love
The future is not said but the present is creating it in a forever bliss!
No one can make us give the other a shove!
The present will not make our future lives become a miss
The taste of honey is only sweet when it is organic and pure
It is organic and pure which is made by the medicine to our heart as a cure!
Summer solstice in June means sun will play
all day its longest; soon
it is coming on its way -
and this year on a Friday.
Late Spring Hiku 20
f ~a ~d ~I ~n ~g flower blooms
kissing the warm l
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summer close to w. a. k. e.
Crime is up around here
though it’s down over there
Inflation at the meat counter's got us upset
Yet eggs are priced down, grab all you can get
Tariffs making owners of companies most uneasy
Customers, too, are cautious and queasy
Wall Street sells off on Monday, a thousand points down
Investors buy the dip Tuesday, all the losses turned around
As for war and peace, ask the Pope
He’s pushing peace ~ They say he’s no dope
Bottom line for me and you
~ SNAFU! ~
20 Gently!
20 is the age,
That many feel,
Is life’s apex
A self view,
Dream’s engage,
Visions unreel,
Of Youth’s rare vortex,
Energy accent ague,
Center stage,
Focus visions steal,
From our older annex,
Simcha True!
Love gently, yet rage,
Agin’ emotion neuter unreal,
Cuddle is the text,
Sensate Focus is the rule,
Be infected via phage,
Of 20, Gently!
a swam of bees
scarecrow in field
stands motionless
had a good childhood
was an awkward teen
did well in school
worked hard played hard
found then lost love
AP: Honorable Mention 2025
And just when I thought life was turning gray,
A beam of sunshine cleaving clouds asunder
Strolls into my sight and I must wonder,
Who is this that I meet this moody day?
That spotlight aura bends gravity around her,
I’m attracted, drawn in by her mystique.
And following her hypnotic physique,
I try to speak—but stutter, then flounder.
She’s tall, dark-haired, she’s beautiful as hell,
Her sharp gaze is like a spear-tip piercing
My helpless heart, her honey smile traversing
The valley from cheek to cheek, and now I fall,
Transfixed by her mystic gait. I think it’s true…
Oh hush, I’m crushing on somebody new!
Some days are Mondays
But most of them were Fridays-
And then Saturday
An ancient substance,
circling from the sky to the ground,
in its earthly home,
it flows profound.
With a body of jade blue,
twined with occasional rivets of light
it carries the thread of history from before
to now and beyond
traversing milennia worth of night and day.
It holds a captivating and mysterious past
on this tiny blue planet of ours,
in this universe so vast;
time is nothing to it in contrast.
It will remain here.
Far longer than you or I,
indeed far past humans as a whole.
It will stay in its cycle from darkness to light,
a lasting memory, a testament to the Earth.
As a child growing up with blurred vision I use to wonder…
could anything be worse?
But the older I grew I began to see my blurry vision
as a blessing…not a curse.
When other children called me four-eyes…
I knew that wasn’t right….
but it made me hate to wear the very thing
that would improve my sight.
Looking back…I’d like to thank those kids for calling me that cruel name…
because without my glasses…with my blurry vision
everybody looked the same.
Without my glasses I couldn’t make out details…
who was tall, short, fat or thin…
with all the colors burred together
I could not distinguish the color of ones’s skin.
Which, when it came to meeting people
gave me an advantage right from the start.
I had to watch more closely what a person said or did
which allowed me to see into their heart.
This is why for some people with 20-20 vision
my surprise I cannot hide…
when they concentrate on the details…on the differences in others
and don’t take the time to see inside.
Which makes me wonder who was blessed more in life
those with blurry vision…just like me…
Or those who, despite their perfect vision,
are still unable to see?
Number 19
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I am having a real doubt
While typing
Coughing my lungs out!
Number 20
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Oops I passed this day's deadline
I hope the prize will still be mine?
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