I have reasons to worry
stubbornly I refuse to send mixed messages
~ a smile I might shatter
Wordku: 5-7-5 words
AP: Honorable Mention 2025
I got no one by my side
I'm just leaning on the tree
Not on anyone's shoulder
When will this be overcame
I got no strength to fight
Nothing I do is ever right
I was shattered, I became a beggar
I was dying inside but a bit stalwart outside
I found myself just like that, with my body swaying
Roaming around the streets of only God knew
Like a headless chicken
I just found myself just like that
Roaming around the streets
Like a headless chicken
Lost with no direction
Crying for help that no one wasn't adamant to do
Being helpless and powerless
With an empty stomach
People gazing at me and just watch
My frowny face
With their eyes only seeing a passerby
Who abandoned her own family seeking for their fortune material
Little did they assume
Not knowing accurate impaction of my laminations
That I even gave up kneeling and praying for change
I made peace with the fact that it's not worth fighting for
This sufferings is aimed for a worthwhile
Having the fighting spirit is purely futile
Bacon and sausage.
Dogs and music.
Whiskey and a wife's smile.
Sometimes, surely,
it is just that simple.
Lately it has not been.
Not in life, not in fiction,
not in poetry.
One year, maybe three poems.
All about grief.
One imagined, yet real -
a son's song for a father's tale.
Two, too true and too close -
a brother to the scion, a brother to the sire.
Tributes written, loss spoken,
still silent the muse,
on all besides -
stanzas only flowing
when so too the tears.
Yet, my life ended not with theirs;
neither will I let my story.
Not my life's, not my characters',
not my verses.
Songs and stories yet remain,
so too adventure and poetry.
Amidst vowing not to forget the fallen,
I forgot those things instead.
that.
They will see my pen fly on,
for thoughts large and little,
momentous and mundane.
No peace comes from staying my hand.
So I will write, today,
of bacon and sausage.
Of dogs and music.
Of whiskey and a wife's smile.
Today, if no other,
it is just that simple.
Yes, because I believe the very heart of Grace, adamant, generous, tender and aware, Honest and Faithful waiting patiently; moves, freely, because it knows, the pureness of Love always inspires the opportunity.
So enchantment gazed upon innocence and desire knew her itself, when first God showed Adam Eve!" Now here today though Time has brought us thus far in its ardent march; (I say I believe it was the same with him, back then.) Because simple smiles and daydreams and quiet eye beams alone (for me too with her just simply wouldn't have been enough) and when I think of her, I thank God for the blessing, of our Time.
Because my heart enchanted, elated and complete; from here on out will I forever know and be grateful to have Loved the beautiful Angel, that was her. As so enticed by the light in her eyes, the hopeful manner yes very; the playfulness of her lips, with Karina I tell you intrigued, to entwine them together, (with mine!)
Yes, I figured I'd have a day to share in this effort of life with her, and a lifetime, from then on, (to touch) (if only just) I could chance to embrace her, and them, them, ((once.))
We stay adamant;
We stay arrogant;
Knowing not to stoop,
We create a sham loop.
If we stoop, we will rise,
Battering the web of lies;
Original things seldom glitter;
The things with glow are often bitter.
Hence, outshine inward,
Battling against the outward;
Life's a massive marathon race;
Stoop, rise, be full of grace.
I Am Adamant
I am adamant,
And much time with God have spent;
Glad His Son He sent.
Jim Horn
It is not long time ago I did not understand poetry
And could not write proper poems in proper forms
Yet i kindled a fire to be a famous, renowned poet
So, I kept posting and did not know those pieces were nonsense
I was a new comer and that was my trying period
I understood that but the so called intellectuals did not
They made fun of me and termed my writings gibberish
Had they not forgot that one day they were too a novice
They could not leave such bad comments upon my poems
They broke my heart but i was not broken by their crap
I took writing as a challenge and later I proved them wrong
The job has not finished yet, I know, I need improvements
As my work still under huge avoidance and negligence
Spontaneously till date my works could not fetch attention
And praise, admiration from friends and the men of letters
That could not be many reasons but my intrinsic quality
I know I lack and I beg pardon for bearing and tolerating me
But you know I am a man of promise and I never perjure
Be patient, next time I will come up with worthy writing for sure.
Inching front like a hero,
In advancement,
Arrogant,very adamant,
Unable to amend-
Abdomen,
Of some Men!
WATCH THEIR WALK
THEY ANNOUNCE NOTHING MORE
THE ANGER OF DEFEAT
WHO WILL FORGET?
THEY ARE PUBLIC
BRIGHT AS THE LIGHTS ON THE STREETS
A PERFECT TOOL
MEANT FOR DECEIT
ARE YOU LISTENING
OR YOU JUST ENJOY THE STORY
PROBABLY I SHOULD NOT TELL YOU
IT WOULDN’T MEAN A THING
In her adamant posture she holds her self
Arrogance wildness of her beauty to be;
Cozy she thinks an icon in her being.
Painting reflects her sorrow in her whims.