LAUGHING EYES
by Frank Daub
Girl with laughing eyes
beneath the slate-blue skies
and melting sun
I see the excitement of your being
Shimmer --
Reflecting youth into a gentle kind
of image
Meaningful.
The rain of April skies completes
Your soul.
IN BEING FLOWERS OF HIS
Be in God’s life-vase;
Your petals, ever blooming,
His bouquets of love:-
We all like to be useful
especially when God's the architect
to be used by the divine master
brings pleasure to your intellect
Openness to the voice of God is a must
to be sure you're in His perfect will
walking in step in closeness to your saviour
learning from Him all you need to be still
Be patient in prayer; wait upon Him
for His leading, as God's the royal king
full of majesty, authority and power
lifts your heart upwards, following
Take in all of God's divine character
portray the Lord in every aspect of life
so people would see Him in all of you
read His word as it cuts you like a knife
Being His instrument isn't always easy
it can bring suffering and pain at times
but your comfort is, the Lord knows
like a craft poet rakes you to smooth rhymes
bereavement
of beauty:
best
bodies
become
broken
bottles
He's everywhere
being the answer to
everything & is
the ultimate quotient
Omnipotent displaying
more than sufficient
omniscience
The run on sentence
that makes sense
of everything
The word of all words
a part yet connected
to everything
The maker
of all dreams
lucid & vague alike
The light
in the darkness
but also the darkness
that covets the light
Witness to every reality
with an eye for
all potentialities
This sight for sore eyes
is both the pupil
& teacher
A preacher
with many dimensions
using planes
like churches
It comes as no surprise
to those that learned
to see deeply with
inner eye urges
The immersion
offers you a peek
behind the curtains
unveiling what lies
therein
There are no lies in him
for he personifies truth
in the form of matter
It's the explanation
at the top of the ladder
after questioning
every step that matters
TO BEING INNUMEROUS SHARERS
It has been written,
“The harvest is plentiful…”
But reapers are few:-
Be aware of God’s sown seeds—
And among His great reapers:-
Sown love seeds will sprout;
Germinating Godly fruits:-
Be in their reaping:
Numbered eaters and drinkers—
Well nourished and energized:-
Be ever mindful,
God’s garden is always full;
Many reapers sought:
His spiritual guidance,
Is in need of your sharing:-
I learned to live unkissed
untill I was blessed being kissed.
As you first cast a slant glance
deep dense piercing my heart
I was alarmed and charmed
and got whelmed being alert !
Eternal time took momentary pause !
Seven heavens stepped in
reaching me to my desired haven.
Love was sealed
experiencing bliss of first kiss.
You, me, us
We’re all born as animals
Mammals to be precise
Helpless in our newness
Dependent on others
Especially our mothers
But at what point
Do we become human?
Is there a moment of awakening
Or is it a gradual becoming?
Is it a first breath
Or something much more earned?
Is it something some of us
Never achieve and some somehow lose?
Is it a thing or a way of being
Or a something only becoming?
We take for granted what we are
We grant it to others too
But what if we are all wrong
And human means something new.
(9/5/26)
An angel trapped in Heaven.
Pleading to see earth once more.
She cries for possessions left behind.
She weeps for memories she will forget.
She is safe in paradise but yearns to be back home.
Crying rain as she sees her world move on.
Why am I in heaven?I just miss home.
You have nice breasts, just from working out.
I know
Hes complimenting me
Flirting
As I wiggle into the dress.
I flirt back
Whats the harm
As I ponder
Does he think I want bigger breasts?
Do i?
I try to explain the difference between what I am doing and drag.
He doesn’t hear
He doesn’t care
Skin and pretty flesh
Read the same when you don't
Really look
These things
That matter so much inside me
That cause me to vibrate and cry and shake
They don't exist to him.
I am so new to this
And already tired.
Im at my favorite cafe
And a woman comes up
And tells me she loves my style
That I look comfortable and elegant
And she loves the way my necklace goes with my shawl.
Is she flirting?
Trying to make me feel safe?
Did I come here for that?
I spent my first summer in Portland
Finding my look
Im still hoping
To be found.
Floating between states
Looking for myself in the words
Of others.
They beckon beyond the blue
voices mellow with warmth
leaving us lighthearted
and longing to glide
through the starry heavens
celebrating our freedom
and our inherent right to
express ourselves in
the graceful and poetic
language of love
AP: Honorable Mention 2026
When Should I Smile?
Smile, they say. It will help break the ice.
Smile, they say. It does not cost anything.
Smile, they say, it will help fix everything.
So, why should I smile?
To show that I am not sad?
To make you feel less bad?
To forget my anger?
I don't think so.
I will smile when I want to.
I will smile when I need to.
I will smile when I feel like.
I will smile....for me!
By Priya Nair
The loneliness of being surrounded
Just does not seem right
Yet being surrounded must be
The opposite of being alone
Not if there is silence
To still the noise
The noise which allows
For companionship
Yet in every encounter
There can be separation
With separation there can be
A desperation for contact
Contact does not come
Until we reach out
If no one responds,
Then there is loneliness
In being surrounded.
hydro electric generater
and creeks or Krik as
my wife would say.
I thought it novel
keen
and smart
some sort of
astute
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when love is
the goal
togetherness is
the objective
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love is
purely an agreement
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the stones where marbled
from whatever there creation
made them of
layers and layers
of beautiful
stones
colors and types
to be adorn
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TO BEING IN THE WELL OF THE WORD
(Apropos Of Poets Of The World)
My time is waning,
May yours continue to wax—
Those waiting need you:-
Keep pending the word;
Waiting minds need your guidance—
Let your wisdom flow:-
You have been chosen;
Do not fear the blessed choice—
Just echo the word:-
The vibe is given;
Let it flow every day—
Your cistern pouring:-
Yours is a full well;
Keep rolling up its waters—
Splashing waiting minds:-
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