Pick me. Pick me please.
I want to be adopted so bad.
Take me home. Love me.
Wordku: 5-7-5 words
AP: 1st place 2025, Honorable Mention 2025
Stealing fire from the gods
Prometheus would yearn
And pass it off to humankind
whose banishment interred
Their feet into the glowing coals
but faith out from the dark
Enlightenment a powder keg
—uncareful wishing sparks
(The New Room: September, 2023)
I know and understand in this life
We all have our own individual part's
and roles to play
You have yours as so to I have mine
I only wish for just 1 single day
I had your's
So I may know just exactly how it feels
To be the reason why the sun does shine
and what it takes to make an eagle fly
But yet and if I ever did the flip side
is I also do know this
Once I have seen exactly just how
green the greenest grass can grow
Tomorrow I will then also have to return
to my actual real life surrounded on all
sides by intermittent patches of barren
brown grass
Only difference now being is my new
favorite color is green
Which until the day I die I have to live
without
And I will never see the likes of it again
Dreams are next best and 2nd best
at best
So be weary and careful what you
dream for
Just incase because they maybe
leave you wanting more
Yet and but in effect not so much
richer but poorer than before you
though you we're in fact
And once done you have no means
so can never go back
I'd wanted a boob job for years
Loud moaning was all my hub's hears
Neath the tree there's a voucher
Soon I won't be a sloucher
Hubs thoughtfulness brought me to tears
His present was such a fab gift
Boob implants and a full face lift
Now blokes ogle and stare
You should see hubby glare
This present has now caused a rift
Next year on our pine Christmas tree
A voucher for more surgery
With huge boobs I was cursed
I'll have the op reversed
Not all gifts will make you happy
FICTION POEM FOR CHRISTMAS LIMERICK CONTEST
Sponsored by Alexis Y
12/04/20
Victim of his own success…
the treadmill calls,
the hourglass broken
—casualty of what time denies
(The New Room: November, 2020)
Throughout life we love to wish
many things fills our heart
thinking and dreaming of what could be
never satisfied whatever our art
Whatever we wish for may happen
you never know what'll come to pass
sometimes your wish may come true
but at times it won't for you alas
If it was to happen for you
you may live to regret it
whatever you wanted to be
for it may not be your fit
Sometimes a person comes to you
who you think they are great
but they can take over you
which leaves you in a worse state
So be very careful what you wish
for it might not be for your best
let providence take it's course
as it usually passes the test
Last night I got a call.
- The fall is coming.
The moon is getting brighter, bigger.
Air is getting sweeter, full of magic.
Star dust is sprinkling from the sky
and even pill popping ghosts are growing wings.
Knit me a dress from the evening fog
and watch me shimmer in a dim light of street lamps.
Back home wrap a blanket around my naked shoulders,
hand me a mug of hot, jasmine tea
and let in that chilly wind knocking at the window,
whispering all the secret spells, wishes, dreams…
I hid mine in the eyes, scared to say them out loud,
for during the fall everything can happen.
Especially when you are a witch.
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