Mare's tales aloft, I'm feelin' soft
Feelin' as wispy as what's blowin' cross
They come and they go, like all of these states
This will blow over if I will just wait
surrounded by space
in a soundtrackless cinéma vérité;
long stares out of the window,
cigarettes after sex;
finally, she whispers, 'do you love only me?'
the question remains unanswered
while seasons fade.
the walls start closing in,
echoing the decade of quietude;
the busy streets outside remain,
stiff gins after six;
finally, she sighs, 'do you still love me?'
and while seasons fade,
the question remains.
Chronically disabled, can't shut the **** up,
'Cause the internet raised me on two girls and one cup.
Spit this shi* out my ass**** while you lap and you suck,
As you kneel for the Man 'cause you can't wait to get cucked.
There's a sickness in this country like the dick at the top,
But if you wave it in the People's face it's bound to get lopped.
Then you'll know how it feels to be a boy that's a girl,
While your neighbors all disdain you for the flag you unfurl.
"Heil" to the world, controversy is fun-
Now they keep your ***** ass "safe" at the sound of a gun.
She's not giving me the attention I want
I gave up on trying, trying to taunt
I tried and tried
To turn the tide
But she still didn't respond
Every day I wanted to bond
But sadly no, she didn't want me
Didn't have the guts to tell me who she wanted to be
Now I sob
Like a worker without a job
I cry
Because I wad too shy
My heart will be forever empty
For she was so pretty
She liked me before
But now no more
Il never be quite sure
Il die knowing I never hugged her
Now I have to go to the next chapter
Knowing I'll never live happily ever after
Just off the boat
Seventy four years ago
Nationality thrice changed
Misunderstood by all
Spurned by mother India
Disowned by the King
Distrusted by our rulers
Misunderstood by all
We are patriotic too
Though often locked out
To the laager we retreat
Misunderstood by all
Neither here nor there
Speaking in dulcet tones
Not in our mother tongue
Misundertood by all
As we grow old and lonely
We crave attention
Needy and entitled
Misunderstood by all
Nailing those drama queen moves
AP: Honorable Mention 2026
the heart flickers
like a twinkling star at night
seeking attention
There is a tall clock in that hall.
We know that it's been there forever
but we cock an ear before we can hear it,
before paying enough attention.
Yet it is there, we know that - sometimes.
It seems to know that we are here - all times.
It is so serious while we laugh.
What a one-way tick-tock tryst -
it can be missed when attention is but a mist.
(placed here 16 May 2026)
listless
sluggish, jaded
lagging, snoozing, uncaring
exhaustion, sickness, fervor, zeal
observing, regarding, indulging
vigilant, studious
attentive
War is when someone wants to take what you have, your land, your life, your possessions.
War is ugly, it is painful, it causes death, it causes physical and mental pain.
War can be planned, like the induction of abortion, addiction, and other negative forces, that lead to death.
War is sometimes good and sometimes bad, it can make people get results that make them live a happy life.
War is sometimes conducted covertly, I am thinking of the hammer of the Scots, how diluting the people was used to weaken the control of the land.
War comes in many forms, like having so many separate interests wanting control.
War of food, war of jobs, war of housing, war of assets are just some of the wars that can happen.
War for love, is one we can all relate to, we have so many types of love, love of possessions, love of a spouse, love of a pet, just to mention a few.
War will always be, it will grow and will sit on the shelf and be remembered, past and current wars, are real, so pay attention and learn all you can.
Lifting prayers to God, today and always.
I'll Bet You're Die-ING
To Break All Your Toys!
Because They're YOURS!!!!
Bore Your Boredom...
--------------------------------
Break Your Joy'....
Until EVERYTHING Feels
!!!All Better!!!!
****
( KAHH-BOOOM!!! )
Are You Done?
-Gray Squirrel
03-18-2026
To observe once is a blessing.
To observe twice, doubly more.
Thrice is pushing your luck too far,
and four times is much too much;
Much, too much to
mourn.
Four times is worse,
four times a curse,
four times so clever in
view and in pleasure.
The fourth time you see
the way things truly are:
the syrup dripping from
the table in such a perfect
pile.
Copacetic in nature,
sweet, sweet denial.
The fourth time you’ll know,
in body and soul, that you’ve
been given a pretty thing only
for it to be taken away.
Night pays no attention
to love’s secret meetings~
a flowering bower
and ecstasy when two
hearts find one another.
Night pays no attention
to the ache of parting,
to tears overwhelming,
of hearts piecemeal breaking,
to loneliness swelling .
Night pays no attention
to day’s sudden dawning~
the night will rise again
to loneliness swelling
in life’s foolish fast lane.
The night knows all the lovers dreams
searching for a sign from all the stars,
just to express their love to you.
My silly heart showed all it’s scars.
And you pretending not to care,
while your face betraying how you feel.
My heart now begging to be loved,
just to show you it does not conceal.
Spring is for fresh ideas.
Just gave my dog a new haircut.
It sure is turning heads.
Wordku: 5-7-5 words
AP: 2nd place 2026
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