Now I see you,
Your true form unveiled.
A part of me,
Corrupted.
As old as I,
You were always there.
A growing sensation in me,
Awakened by my growing body.
You gave me no love,
Only lust and longing.
This I know now,
Before I was blind.
I've got you in my clutches now,
And though you struggle,
Clawing at me,
I know I can't let go.
It's for the best.
This pain is temporary,
Less than you've inflicted before,
I was just under your spell.
Soon this will pass,
And we may rest.
On the other side of suffering,
We will heal again, changed.
I held the secret that you spoke,
Before the fragile promise broke.
You traded truth to play the game,
And denied the whisper of my name.
You chose the crowd, you chose the lie,
To hide behind a masked reply.
But secrets heavy as a stone
Are no longer mine to carry alone.
I will not bend for fake regret,
Or waste my heart on what you'd forget.
Let the rumors burn and turn to dust,
I am taking back my trust.
The silence clears, the sting is past,
I step away—free at last.
This far have stood back from, life
Its lonesome edge
As dimly seen, there overhung
Was sought by none.
A scary viewpoint. Fright's own!
I invited.
Away from all; their noises.
But one; voice's
If but heart-echoingly
Which place, haunted
Shook out winds, as whisper-shy
A teared reply.
left prematurely due to mystery illness
I twirl into the horizon
past the mountains
the sun picks me up and throws me to the wind
the wind laughs and spins me like a deranged orange
I am complete and free
loving my life at last
Does your resume impress?
Is it an awful mess?
I don't care, you jerk,
I no longer work.
I'll cancel LinkedIn, I guess.
Spring arrived as sweetly as a songbird ~
AP: 3rd place 2026
hairy creepy
crimson leaves
lively jumpers
jubilant squirrels
squeaky barndoor
blatant rooster
renegade trees
tremendous crackles
crazy autumn
quintessential sticks
starling flutters
flamboyant colors
compassionate shadows
shifting noises
nearby deer
darling fawn
freckled newborn
purple thorns
thoroughly harsh
hearing robin
rustic log
leaning trunk
tree twisted
twirling leaf
lengthwise walk
wayward direction
gray sky
skirmish underbrush
understanding snake
sneaking past
poisonous maybe
mouse skitters
skimming foot
forever memory
meandering home
Home at last
and in one piece!
mother Earth
tucks both arms into
her long sleeves,
f i n a l l y.
each frozen by winter snow.
ah, what a relief!
spring is here;
at long last, it's here!
evergreen
she'll soon be
april will bring lots of rain
and flowers will bloom
a t t r a c t i n g
wealth of butterflies
all birds will
tweet their joy
from one meadow to the next
trees get back their leaves
The July 4th 1776
U.S. Declaration of Independence,
viewed by Abraham Lincoln
as the moral standard
to which the country should strive,
contains the quotation,
'All men are created equal,'
however, throughout his life,
George Washington, a Founding Father,
owned and managed over 577
enslaved people at Mount Vernon,
and still retained 123 slaves,
on his (4th March 1797) death,
some 20 years 4 months
after the country's birth.
He had decreed the unfortunates
were only to receive manumission
upon the (May 22nd 1802) demise
of his wife, the first 'First Lady', Martha,
who, acting partly out of fear
the individuals might hasten her death
to secure their freedom,
released them January 1st 1801.
Once, the 'Land of Opportunity',
now, known as, 'Land of the Free',
lie and deny from the top down...
it is, and always has been, the 'Land of Hypocrisy.'
Let it be beg, borrow, or steal,
What matters is getting it still,
Not how the Prize is won,
The truth is I’ve got one,
Nor who deserves, who not,
Favourite I’m so hot--
Me a champion maker of deal.
___________________________
Happenings | 29.01.2026 | humour, political, USA, limerick
Note: Venezuelan opposition leader Maria Corina Machado gives her Nobel Peace Prize medal to Trump. A US official says: the Prez intends to keep the medal. What next? Auction of the Nobel?
Its splendour of descending
A sky window's
Crazy glassed view
Bettered, and for what's but felt
Hearts, cool blown through.
Day of its fire is ending!
More sun's, spewed forth
For wrath, more vile!
Each street, so worked up, west-faced
Refreshed does smile.
It’s a ritual of living
Daily chores and evening drink
Coincide with your believing
As if you don’t have to think
Repetition doubts the sense
For the safety it provides
Past affects the present tense
Changes time with all its tides
Blurs our faces on the screen
And the sound comes unheard
I repeat 'what did you mean'
But you cannot hear a word
Then I type, but you can’t see
Cause your glasses lie downstairs
In the bedroom you are free
Free at last, from any care..
I melted myself into a mirror
others sought me, but I was not there
I now exist in another dimension
Being elusive was never my intention
I watch my family valiantly searching for me
From a place where none of them can see
It is cool here, and a bit gray scale
I am free at last, away from family jail
cold
calculated
formal
scared
words describing the features i bare
the ones given to me by the force beyond my control
by hands and words that shaped my mold
are you proud, are you happy
do these words bring you grace
knowing i never have to come back to your gaze
escaped from the prison
and the holding cell
the room i locked myself in
a confinement in hell
churned and burned
like sand into glass
i evolved my thinking
to be faster and at last
I broke from your grip
even if you say it was held dear
at the end of the day i choose to disappear
I found today
I found a start
Along the way
I found my heart
I felt the pace
I felt the beat
I saw her face
I felt the heat
I fumbled nouns
I fumbled verbs
I mispronounced
I slurred my words
I felt her hand
Caress my face
I understand
I found my place
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