Today, out along the east property line
Driving in extra posts to shore up
The ancient and decrepit fence
Carol comments on imagining
What it was like out here before radio
When there was only the sound
Of wind and birds and cows,
And I think how it wasn’t that long ago
And how 99.999% of human history
Was just that way
And how I lived a summer like that in my youth
Building a house while camping
Under a pair of big ponderosas
And a sky full of stars.
And how it was the happiest time of my life
But how it too passed
As our life accelerated up through the centuries.
Today mending fence
It’s nice to be reminded of our roots
And recall all the things we must have done
When life was simpler
And having each other
Was all that mattered.
(7/26/26)
Where is my Juliet?
Romeo thinks about you all the time
I think on the time I climbed to your balcony
Our eyes met for the first time
Conversational into the kiss
I knew then that I was your Romeo and you were my Juliet
That very night we broke out in passion
The Moon was full and the stars glistened in delight
Kisses were enchanted
True love is no fairytale as it is the true heart of romance
It still beats for you Juliet
I know it’s been a long time
Time accelerated
You moved on within the colony
My life turned into a different direction
Your image always be my selection
I hear your voice in whispers in my ear
I dream of your lips against mine once again
Romeo needs your love
You are all I think of
Next to paying my Rent
Search for me my true love Juliet
I will never stop looking for you
I am walking alone in my own horizon
Sunsets seems far and long
My heart beats for your rhythm
My inner soul wants your embrace
Juliet, I will never stop loving you
Interim honest
Let the name of Romeo and Julie reign once more
My heart will never go away as it is nothing but fondness
Oh Juliet.
In the far distance I hear freeway noises
there is a jet plane arriving from the east
my dog is chewing something loudly
probably a walnut
he fancies trying to break his teeth
a car has accelerated rapidly on I-70
I hear a tin-like barking sound
try to identify it
sounds like a screaming robot that is being dragged and tagged
a tiny bird tweets to my right
another jet plane
I look up
It looks like a toy up there
makes a sound like distant thunder
train whistle grabs my attention
five or six pulls
Motorcycle revs up
life in the country of Kansas
uh-oh
a siren
police or fire
lots of honking
Life seems to be on a time schedule
Depart here to arrival there
A stop watch to nowhere
Precise timing
Rush to everywhere
The long and short hand have accelerated
Timing to catch up in maneuvering
Humans are not an electronic device
We are flesh and blood
Every given step calls for movement
Timing is continuous components and humans have a pause
Every day calls for an agenda
Thoughtful possibilities
Time keeps moving
It is not easy to keep up the pace
There are times when feels they are in a race
Race against time
Tick tack being on the more
A schedule has been made committing to time
Today the present
Tomorrow the next
Doing it all again
Time doesn’t stand still
There is so much to fulfill
Time seems to want command and demand as a response
Test of time
Gaining a factor
Time to capture.
It arrives not as a slow dawn, but a fracture—
A sudden, violent tearing of the gray,
Where neurotransmitters leap in manufactured rapture,
And logic bends to the blinding light of day.
It is a temporary kingdom built on air,
A frantic, soaring, breathless, desperate high,
Ignoring the foundation of despair,
To watch the mundane world dwindle and die.
The heart becomes a drum with an accelerated beat,
Distorting time until the seconds, stretch and bend,
A breathless rush, a sweet and sharp deceit,
That promises a joy without an end.
It is the apex where the self dissolves,
A chemical, ethereal, phantom grace,
Where gravity loses its hold, and ego solves,
Into a momentary, breathless, liminal space.
But at its peak, the architecture starts to lean,
For all ascension mandates a return,
The higher the flight, the deeper the machine
Must crash when the bright, burning engines turn.
Euphoria is a loan, a borrowed debt,
A fleeting, dazzling, brilliant, stolen breath,
That leaves the trembling, wakeful mind to fret,
In the quiet, cold, inevitable aftermath of death.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
Just a few months ago golden grasses waved in the stronger breeze of late summer, a preview of the winds to come. The clover and alfalfa were beginning to bloom, sending a heady scent over the nearby country road and our tiny subdivision just beyond the ridge.
But then the grass became hay--golden and dry--and the strands stirring only when a strong gust accelerated over the newly sawn fields. The baler came and formed the crop into a hundred hay bales or more. Now I gaze across the fields and imagine myself climbing over the five-bar gate and sitting upon one of the bales remembering the last of the summer rays. (Yes, already missing summer)
sun-bleached sentinels
grass sweat trapped in golden coils
memory's dry scent
the weather has slathered down into comfortably cool
a welcoming breeze tickles my arm hairs; not enough to give me a shiver
there are no sounds in the country today
wait
there it is
a loud truck has accelerated on the freeway
a ten-minute drive but we can hear it
the cardinals and robins are twittering
I feel relaxed
My early childhood was great, I was the first born.
My mother had five children after me so I mostly remember
spending lots of time with my doting grand-mother
who kept me busy learning to sew & knit before I could read & write.
I had such enthusiasm and benefited from tons of attention.
Creativity was a game to me and I learned to value time.
When I was nine, we moved far away and life changed overnight.
I was really lucky to land a grade 5 teacher who guided me
to learn english at an accelerated rate. I was a good student.
I've always been particularly thankful to both, teacher and grand-mother.
they truly helped mold me into the person I turned out to be.
AP: 3rd place 2025
God and the Angels descend
Melody echoes
The harps obey
The Mighty beam stretches from Heaven to Earth
The prophecy established
Judgement through redemption
Heaven’s count
Spans worldwide
Tongue confessions
A world awakened
Not knowing the outcome
Woes to better
Chances after chances
Chosen one’s
No pause
No more wait
Time has accelerated
The time clock stopped
Moment of truth
Standing on promise
Heaven’s commitment
Biblical words held true
Gather and listen in the cracked sky
Judgement time
Revelation speaks
the holms evergreen tree was
like a sherlock holmes twin
without his sensory
probe-abilities...
and probably holmes
accelerated his own
probe-abilities just
for sheer luck...
especially out in parks
where there be so
many women who
sought men as shade...
stan/len
Checked it flag
A stand out soapbox
All in grey
Challenger in a race
Speed of competitors
It was fast like a Greyhound Dog
Grey color gets attention
Had to mention
Grey soapbox named “ROADHOG”
As the wheels accelerated more and more
It was definite that the soapbox was going to even the score
Faster Faster and Faster
Maneuvering here and there
The soapbox was beyond compare
Ahead of its time
Throughout the soapbox race
Every competitor was in a chase
Winner to be
A let see
Who will cross the finish line?
You guessed it, the Roadhog being the grey soapbox
Cheers and roars
Undefeated challenger
Winner took all
Soapbox winner call.
Our mind is the most amazing part of our being
Able to astound the most cynical of souls
There is so much more to learn about it's function
About why some are more intelligent than others
Genetics are certainly part of the equation
What makes a serial killer, what makes a preacher
Are our brains significantly different
Is it the environment, is it in the genes we inherit
So much to learn, a vast unexplored world of the mind
I find it sad that at my stage in life
I won't be around to see what lies just around the corner
In recent times progress has accelerated
This blinding speed can be overwhelming
I hear tell that one day, humans will live FOREVER
Not sure this mere mortal could handle that
But it thrills me to think that this will actually be possible
3D printing is now becoming available
To allow us to grow defective body parts
Absolutely amazing but kind so scary at the same time
M I N D B L O W I N G ! ! !
Because of his advanced age
the mass was accelerated
with a couple of hours
Midnight could wear a wet look dress
- soft sprinkling from above
There's a cloned avatar of the mystical moon
for dreamers in search of a beaming wave
amidst alienated alliterations,
waltzing in zig-zag within my cyborg mind.
I still find neon lights,
that teleport rhyme-less runes
to a realm of subtracted sorrow,
concluding splitting seconds
within divided despair.
Yet, when midnight melancholy multiplies,
murky minutes turn into jumbled jargon.
And Venus emanates clusters of sparkling rays,
flipping letters into endless equations
with amethyst auroras.
So tonight, I'll dance like a flying saucer~
to the magnetic tunes of swirling sapphires,
cosmically cruising above the cyber
canvas of accelerated dreams.
WORD OF FAITH
A time of lack of Faith
Refusing to believe
Plenty of doubt
From Ancient to present
Heaven’s Faith recaptured
Through motions of the spirit
From reflections from above
It took time after time
Even when souls were drinking wine
It wasn’t an easy task
Through revolving time Faith came fast
Suddenly Faith had a meaning
But it took convincing
From past tense to current tense
Faith was tested within itself
Faith is independent and is its own self
Testimonies confessed
Miracles supported on contest
Victories became conquest
Faith found its way into the world’s heart
Believing was the key start
Accelerated from one heart to another
Faith goes to every I
But can Faith be maintained?
Here are the key elements of Faith
F FULFILL
A ACTION
I INSPIRE
T TEACH
H HOLY
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