Full circle may not signify completion.
You know why I don’t like your game?
It doesn’t allow for evolution.
I’ve outgrown you, learned on my own.
I feel like I’ve aced the uneven bars.
ln the beginning we were like magnets,
it was an endless loop trying to get to you.
Words on repeat, songs on repeat,
our late nights left me exhausted at work.
Now I am forced to walk on egg shells,
the behavior appears to be never-ending.
It’s a constant state of changing places,
we are always moving but never in sync.
When are we going to both hit clockwise,
unify and again accelerate forward?
Vesica piscis would be better than this,
at least then there is a common thread.
Completion may be accepting uneven,
walking away could bring you full circle.
The catch is what is left incomplete,
maybe the endgame is initial connection.
I have got it half right,
I took on board,
The advice from an educational video,
As part of my advanced leadership training as a Cub Leader,
Obtaining my wood beads.
The video showed a clued up boss,
Talking about catching his staff doing things right,
And the lengths he went to catch them in the act.
I took that on board,
With my abilities to get the best of any staff,
Especially relievers,
As I did a lot of relieving as an ECE Teacher,
Including as relieving supervisor.
Yet when It came to,
Catching my now ex wife doing things right,
I never quite transferred the skill to that area of my Life.
Maybe it is not too late,
To do better at it in my next relationship,
As at 72 I am still a spring chicken,
With my marbles only slightly chipped.
According to my doctor,
And the test I aced to prove it.
.
Hey, isn't it crazy?
I cried and cried and lost myself
Only for the hope of finding you.
But guess I needed to know that-
what is lost can be found
but what we hide from stays unfound
I fell onto the floor
I looked in the mirror
I kept asking to the ghost
Who are you?
Who are you without him?
The answer was a roll of tears
Hell-I could not recognize the ghost.
Was it a play to you?
Was it a role u aced?
Coz I got a hundred
for the miserable woman I played.
But now I leave the stage
as the wretched woman is dead
She is free now
Free to rise above the cage.
Did it pain you?
Did it hurt you?
Did it trouble you
to go through so much?
As lying with a smile
is a hell of a task.
And you aced that task with grace.
I tore myself apart,
I let myself down.
But you will know better
as you saw me go down.
Was I your trophy or
was I your job?
Did all your troubles go in vain
or did it satisfy you in the end?
Treat people well
With what you tell
Save yourself out of hell
Peradventure you fell
Life is strange
It flows off wish
But permanent is change
Cherished may turn devilish
To be rich
Is not all of money
Or being funny
But the treats you bewitch
The least
May turn the most
From the unexpected
Favour most times arises
Congratulations!
People are not always glad
Paint misfortune
Their emotions are awaken
Soaring higher
Things get tougher
Gradually going high
Everyone with you like to identify
Just assume it isn't a falsehood
You may turn a philosopher
Just don't bargain with a bluffer
Take it 'all is good'
Revenge is far off
When embraced
Both make out scoff
Rather get circumstances aced
I studied all night long.
I think I aced my math test.
Numbers dancing in my head.
wordku: 5-7-5 words
AP: Honorable Mention 2025
B orn on a Wednesday, a child of solemn woe
L onesome in wonder, though flirting with the 'why's
U ndine's daughter, thus brazen like a flow
E rudite wanderer, fleeting in the sky
G ladly I receive this God-given mystery
I ncandescent oceans hiding deep discovery
R ivulets outflow as ink-penned filigree
L aced in providence, this azure pattern of me
I wonder why my parent said
She’s the spitting image of grandma dead
For in death, grandma did not look her best ~
though she still aced the saliva test
She believed her Barbie's and Ken's
had shared a love far more complex
than any feelings they'd expressed --
AND dolls couldn't even self-dress!!!
She knew they were a mistake -
one she wanted them to address.
Her thoughts led to a request -
they both take a fear of change test.
Pleased to speak free, she confessed
being a part of couple failure debris
and held no fear of changing things.
She sensed relief peak as he owned
his tendency to cultivate regrets and
said he'd be more than fine living alone.
Once they aced the test, she at last
felt their tensions loose resentments.
Then they intelligently addressed
the logistics involved in couple deletion.
Next, they tossed their dysfunction map
and then summed up zero further cost
applied in paving a way out of this trap.
She was sure they'd only leveraged crap.
Soaked in sapphire tears of forlorn flowers,
emanating hues of cinnamon light.
Perhaps, the healing herbs of harvest hours;
tender tendrils and the soft rose twilight~
evoke splitting truth through veiled, somber beams.
My love, this ink still curates magic's glow~
beneath the blazing stems of dahlia dreams,
engrossed in apricot embers that flow,
rippling with runes of russet memories.
Follow me to Persephone's verdant field,
as the moon twirls within brown reveries,
laced in pomegranate promises sealed,
lost in the grape green orchard of Hades' glance,
still breathing lilacs in a lustrous trance.
Accustomed to be the sunshine of the sun,
Attuned to catch up with all the fun,
Worn myself, all to gain love from trust,
While may this be true, it all is just nothing,
A piece of paper driven through handwriting
Is just a paper ash when let fire light it
Oh, I’m past all the tests,
I’m to perform and shine,
This may be true if
I wasn’t just a design,
Oh, never have I ever really aced,
Once by chance, never by fate
Little too young to understand
Truth’s alive that I slept through my life’s past,
In nights, there were wolves and haunting fears I’d have
With a ghostly sound, demons around, scary crowd
And silence pacing, trading, phasing in and out
As if I was meant for the longing out of dearth for a crown
Oh, I’m told, only
I shall do things perfectly,
Oh, not for me, only
For the ones I love fondly
Truth’s spirit lies in doubts over insecurity,
Anxious actions going tick, tick, tick…
With judging reactions burning my wick, wick, wick…
Trying was I to feel good for my life, life, life…
For my voice, body, soul, euphonic mind
Filled in with unforeseen rhymes, rhymes, rhymes.
He said I was pretty
and I blushed.
He started celebrating
When I agreed.
We were blessed in church
For my new role at home.
He showed me his world
And I built his home.
Then I got that job
And he rejoiced with me.
Every morning, ill wake up before he
And ready his meal and tea.
He will drive me like we were nineteen.
And drop me home like a queen.
I aced around the house like a pro
While he shares a few hours with his bro.
Then like a king, I serve his meal,
While we talk about his deal.
He says he is tired
So, I tuck the kids in.
Then one day, I was late
And he thought I was mislaid.
He lost his charm and turned me around
“Don’t you think I should know your whereabouts”!
Then I saw life
The joys were always a mirage
whilst sorrows, worries and pains
the reality.
My dreams are no longer mine
For I changed it when I said yes
I have been living for others,
While I have my life in plains and terrains.
One day they will know me
But alas, when is that one day?
Vandana Nath
Composed and presented during Women’s History Month
On this landmark an image stands...
statue of a man.
Man of honor and talent,
admiration of any man.
Born with great love for country
Died with one heart of chivalry.
Studied in different schools,
aced all subjects in drools.
A man gifted with excellence.
Shared great works in pickets,
Cured many patients without wickets.
A man of great stature,
No man may be able to equalize.
A man of great sorrow,
Sacrificed himself for tomorrow.
Fellowmen freed to visualize.
So much more can be said
About a man of enviable skills
Young and old have all laid
Heroism of a small man...
Bigger, higher than hills.
E - xquisite beauty like a precious stone,
L - ike lilac blue and light pink diamond,
L - aced with platinum and gold ribbon,
A - mbering my pensive horizon.
September 4, 2022
To be ordinary is extraordinary,
To be still is a mad endeavour,
To be sad is easier than happiness,
To get by, a challenging venture.
The battle starts at dawn,
Does it end, there's no way to know!
For the dear mother of fresh thoughts and
Joyous health, let him wear nights away!
Hope is a four letter word,
Hope is the voices that enquire,
Fellow comrades don't leave the sickly behind,
The journey ain't solo, poor soul!
And when it all ends, you will see,
The Alpine climb that ceased was aced,
By helping hands and soulful ears,
Those who left, would they've helped?
You'll never know for they never stayed,
Would they have stayed? Who knows!
Little warrior! Hold on to those who chose
To stay, And wait 'til the summit's reached.
The top is where you shed happy tears,
When it all ends, you'll see what strength
You achieved,
After the gloomy guest refused,
To leave until you climbed that Mount!
Each time I see a swimming pool,
I think of you and smile.
Your breaststroke and your butterfly
Could dazzle and beguile.
You aced your screen test with Clark Gable.
Don’t be bashful, drop a line.
You had entanglements with Tarzan.
Come on in, the water’s fine.
You frolicked through the Aquacade,
So dangerous when wet.
Your million-dollar mermaid played
Queen Neptune on the set.
Fox claimed Sonja Henie’s fluid waltz across the ice.
MGM framed Esther Jane’s aquatic edelweiss.
Each time I see a swimming pool,
I think of you and smile.
A pin up in a bathing suit.
Van Johnson liked your style.
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