Poetry is an opened book,
that is not always understood well...
Who makes this world hell,
can never deserve heaven...
Every day with love and food,
right recipe for a splendid life...
You even pay to play war,
no one lives in this life for free...
Even for the non-fisherman,
the fish is waiting there...
A wild bull in the room,
it only causes damage to the owners...
Calculating the jump well,
we avoid mishaps and holes... !
The ball of life is yours...
all that's left is for you to learn to play...
Potion of water, sugar and salt,
it doesn't injure and saves life...
Good childhood memories arrive unbidden
Days of happiness and fun I did not remember
Where had these snippets of goodness been hidden?
This is my sixty-eighth November
Delicious memories oozed in unremembered in September
Enthusiastic happiness doth now flow
Knowing my parents had always loved me so
assorted glass beads
stringing multicolor strands
carefree summer tunes
AP: 1st place 2021, Honorable Mention 2021, Honorable Mention 2021
Moments are always twosome aisle
A pearl of tear and a curl of smile
He rode on the former
She tapped the latter
The two became a river for a while
And set out many a wonderful mile
Moments are mostly very fragile
Testifies the ancient Blue Nile
Warmth at the pillow
Breaks up in a billow
What remains is reduced to guile
Books sans stories in growing pile
Moments are vibrant mostly awhile
When we stay not filled with bile
There in a dancing spree
Under the white oak tree
Surrounded by streams you and I
Writing moon in a pitch-dark sky
You are beautiful in the duality moments
Thorns and flowers in various quotients
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ithe doctor said when i was young...take the pill...youll feel better. youll feel better. youll feel numb and depressed and all you wanna do is sleep it off but the pills wont let you. i stopped the pills because i learned quickly that the green ones kill you if you take more than one;
the red ones or maroon dont really do anything;
the blue ones...dont take them theyre for grandpa;
the white ones make everything better;
the smallest white ones are for moms monthly issue...what magazine needs pills?
the clear yellow ones...stay away that is all.
the clear green ones make you sleepy;
and i do not take them because dependance is hard to break...i wont make the same mistakes daddy did...i promise
Time
This single sparrow from your hands
Not enough
To know well enough
Your toes
Alone
Consume a thousand years.
Your eyes
would be the longest looking
Becouse looking I
would find your mouth
And
Journeys there have no end
Only beginnings
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