Of Melting And Solidifying
Solid ice
is very cold,
but easily
melts away,
even in cool
temperatures:-
Oh, if only
we could
ice bigotry’s
cold oppression,
in these heated days
of radical inequalities:-
In doing so,
we need
only
to deep freeze
injustice:-
In doing so,
we may
just melt
away fear,
and solidify hope.
I need to break out
live life with abandon to the max
~ refuse to waste a day
Wordku: 5-7-5 words
Fed daily dose of dope
filtered truths poisoned as they may be
~ I dream of breaking free
Wordku: 5-7-5 words
AP: Honorable Mention 2025
Is it enough, the constant
Abuse of words homeward
On all mind and attackers if better
The worthing of my sleepy eyelids
Shantee dwelled eyelids
Of humans assembled against that I alone
Creating terror in silence
Witness criminology from affronted dishonor
Boundary as military parallel and in stilled eye single remorse I'll not review in news
Years begat war none speak of the front lines
All will myself lonely into the trench
As yesterday you will wake up tomorrow forgotten of being past the freedom of a single vote, literally, in time
We think we have free will,
we don't,
we are what we are and are predictable,
we cannot stray too far from our nature,
for sure and if we raise the bar,
we are still fated to be what we are,
not one goes too far,
it's written in the stars.
Childlike innocence free of filters
expressing raw emotions of joy anger boredom
society's norms soon to censure
Wordku: 5-7-5 words
AP: Honorable Mention 2025
When you try to
Cage a bird that has
Been free to fly anywhere
In the world you're
Going to have a
Serious problem
I was meant to soar
your love is smothering slowly killing me
~ won't you set me free
Wordku: 5-7-5 words
AP: 2nd place 2025
HOSTAGES TO FORTUNE
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“Luck—that’s what some call it, a capricious cotillion with probability, eventually holding one hostage to fortune…” quote by the poet
Bystanders watch, their brows furrowed with wisdom,
judging the idiocy of my iffy propositions, the recklessness of my heart~
the unwise promises made to fortune and chance.
Is it luck I chase or a deeper current pulling me onward,
a commitment to commodity unseen,
a rendition to the unknown Hand that guides me?
The consequences occasionally sharp and bitter~
Are they assignments etched in pain or a class on grace,
divinely ordained, the Master sculptor’s chisel shaping my soul?
Were my falls the intended flights, each one a clumsy cotillion~
one orchestrated by a Divine hand,
making me a willing hostage not to fortune but to faith?
So, yes, I'm a hostage, willingly bound,
reluctantly surrendered, an internee of improvisation,
a fool of faith's uncertain grasp.
In this prison, I find the ultimate freedom.
I listen on loop to a certain love song,
Realizing this land is where you also belong.
I often replay our memories in my head,
As I remember all the sweet things you said.
That same song's lyrics represents our love,
Setting us free without push and shove.
Over months we learned to love each other.
Now we both long to be often together.
I always read your mind, soul, and heart,
So never lie even if you ever want to part.
There's a serene happiness in me
As I pray daily for us to be together and free.
My home land is yours to hold my hand in.
My tender love is for you to feel within.
You set my heart free from being so broken.
I finally see your feelings once left unspoken.
She doesn't want to be normal
To be known as sensible
There is nothing she won't do
No joke, she will not tell
To her, insanity is normal
Normality is insanity
When she dies, she has one request
Find the brightest, gaudiest outfit around
Add some glitter and rhinestones
And bury her face down with her ass in the air
Maybe a small sign with an arrow
Showing people where her ass is
So they can all kiss it for her
© XI/IX/MMXXV
LRET
Isreal surrounded, world turns against it
Because of inhuman acts..So geographically
The Prophecies will be fullfilled..Yet the only
Ones who will be saved out of this will be
( spiritual Jews..I E Born again beleivers.' Not
Dogmatic readers of past texts..Yet those
( who have passed from death to life ) Today..'
Today is the Day of salvation..' rend your hearts
And not your garments, accept Yeshua be one
With God.)
Like chattering magpies we flock, we preen, we groom
We gather shiny bits and pieces to feather our nests
And then we tarnish them with neglect or abuse
Or lose them, distracted by the next one
We've already collected the prize sought by all
Not the God given one, that's free will
Which has been given freely to all
What we do with it is up to us
the dark cloud ever present
holding a grudge was only hurting me
~ so i let it go
Wordku: 5-7-5 words
AP: 1st place 2025
Media is not a just
Mass media is most
As to my guess
Social media is first
Nepal to tell the best
-Dharga Nagar Safa
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