golden sun descends
fall`s soft breeze begins to stir
leaves turn red and gold
nature`s cycle starts anew
a quiet peace settles in.
Cooked, ready to eat
April 2027, we meet
The 2026 Finance Bill
A new order, bitter pill
With it you are tracked
Affairs, neatly packed
Taxed here and there
To them, you must be fair
The reverse doesn't hold
Not belonging to the fold
You produce, they don't
Work like you, they won't
Order the world, anew
To benefit just a few
Cannon fodder, the rest
To the front line, the best
I lost my mind today -
Oh boy -
and all the thoughts I had
just seemed to vanish
in the haze
surrounding my head
It seemed so wise -
so potent -
so infinitely dull -
complete with thought, effete with pomp
emblazoned on its skull.
An ounce of heart
a pound of spleen
a smattering of phlegm
A bit of code
a bunch of will
And a thick soup of memes:
All this was all mixed
and cut to bits
A chewy marble blend
From which I built
A vague relief
Of life that I intend:
Where has it gone, do tell me?
Where is my upscale mind?
I look without,
I look within,
But nothing can I find.
It seems the mind has melted
And I must build anew
Today's mind-melded structure
With but a quart of glue.
Vulnerable her heart is fragile
On her guard she defends her space
Cautiously she rebuilds her strength
Wordku: 5-7-5 words
AP: Honorable Mention 2025
In my dream, a porthole of misty seas, I find myself anew,
My skull, a closed shell, from the shell of a celestial egg,
Together with you, I recreate you from the clay of memories,
Blowing upon you the eternal kiss of desires.
We rejuvenate for a millennium while God rests,
Allowing our souls to bloom in the dandelion of humanity,
A corporeal flower, intoxicated by hallucinatory longing and living water,
Drowned in thoughts, living your new, unrepeatable eternity.
Just as life dares to transport its soul into a corpse,
We chew words spoken before the dawn of destiny,
Foaming fortune in the fire of what was given to us,
In the spring rains, my love, our destiny will sprout.
My love will bloom even after death, within you,
In a dance of eternity, under the star-filled sky,
Dreams will guide our steps on the mysterious paths of the heart,
Wandering through metaphors, in search of the sublime truth.
BIRTHING ANEW
Pregnant mind birthing;
Awareness words being born—
Loudly echoing:-
Let your eyes’ ears hear,
As your heart beats excitement—
Awareness streaming:-
Newborn awareness,
Ensures changes are coming;
And sameness going:-
Your love flew wingless with the summer wind,
And left me stranded, hopeless, in a pit.
Alone I became too much for my mind,
With my love jailed by your self-written writ.
I was consumed by the flame of your rage,
Yet from the ashes, I arose anew.
I found a heart whose kindness could assuage,
And clean even a faintest thought of you.
Your cruelty bent me but couldn't break me,
I rode the distance on your stormy wave,
Till real love brave the storm to free me,
And polished my heart, making me feel brave.
Each fibre of my heart now flows with love,
At last, your wickedness has fallen through.
Joy walks with me, hand in hand, hand in glove,
Made whole by love thats's steadfast, strong and true.
As the sun peeks over the horizon
I ponder over what I need to get done
on this Spring day that begins anew
with a glorious colorful view
and I vow to try my best
and live the day with kindful zest
Stop hating yourself;
prune away those evil thoughts:
new life blossoming:-
Describe what you see my love, she queries
A game they often play in the depths of the forest
He replies, Turgid are the woodlands densely they’ve died back
creeping where no life is seen,
between the flowery meadow's cracks
The poplars have shed their leaves leaving violet trunks bare
For it isn’t rare, sun light that shan’t filter thru the canopy
Entrapped is the pale old plant ivy green
However, the white roses striving and yet flutily parade
whilst tolerating the languorous shade
As he describes his innermost inhibitions
without interference or shame
In the distance, expanding their horizons together
Both aware 'tis a harbinger of the end game
Long ago at twilight we pledged our sweet
love amid trees stretching stark and bare
Yet at our rendezvous the very next night
I was alone in my despair
Now in the sunset of my days, again
In the pastoral Eden I stand with you
In a bliss beyond love, our souls
coalesce as we begin our lives anew
Sundial numerals illuminate
Knowing noon narrow shadow arrow strikes
Flicks ‘round corners of maze elaborate
Heraldic daffodil, dormant out psychs
Lion, amber assured stride resolute
Teams beside mine, admires canter cloud bounce
Trembled meshing manes make brushstrokes astute
Abstract turns apparent, rewound amounts
Labyrinth lane secures our fears slumbering
Canary chortle performs audacious
Honey wine celebrates when Summer brings
Walls torched in lofty laughing blazes
Flung flaxen, fertile wheat fields’ wispy waltz
Scorched xanthe seeds multiply dream results
24th July
Yellow Leo
Flowers in bloom
Sky’s of blue
Pink pink petals
All around you
Everything’s greener
Hope’s anew
All because you decided
on a different view
hopeful sunrises replace
Dreadful nights
bright orange sky’s instead
Of a bruised sights
All because a boy
Showed you can trust the light
Rushing towards it
With courage and might
He gazes and smiles
It was true all along
erases the feeling
That I do not belong
Stay in this feeling
Sing my new song
This is my being
She can never be wrong
I feel like a fool
Not sticking to You
Never was it too
good to be true
Oh how this time
I know what to do
Will the world be reborn?
Or will this empty bliss be all that we know?
What can we do?
Can we say anything?
If we can keep on living like we did, then how will we know?
Where do we come from?
Before the dust, the cells, the rocks, and the veins of the earth?
Do we have to choose between torment and singing songs that we never wrote?
Singing out of joy that is not our own?
Why must wear these white robes?
If we are kings, why are we not in control?
Are we and the slaves you give us one and the same?
Can we change our names?
Can we change and create anything?
Where is our art?
Where are the things we take pride in, other than money and gold?
Will we see our dreams come to life?
Or will they stay unknown, even to ourselves?
You will do new things,
But what about us?
What will we do?
What can we do?
Help me dear Lord, when I'm transfixed,
when something else - I am affixed.
Snap off, tear down, that sinful thing,
that in your house, I dwell within.
Help me when I am cast astray,
made easy to this worldly prey.
Wear Christ's armour, and bare his skin,
that in your house, I dwell within.
When hardened hearts, do stop and stare,
I turn to you in gracious prayer.
Be my help, my strength, my brethren,
that in your house, I dwell within.
So cleanse my thoughts and cleanse my heart,
and make each day a brand new start.
So that each moment, I begin,
that in your house, I dwell within.
03.15.2023
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