What an insult.! To the town of Bright..Caught
Up in a manhunt..Which has brought a blight.'
Tourisam has been affected, badly we hear.' Times
Are tough..But this extra hit. Costs dear.' $5.000
Dollars is a drop in the pond.' A joke ad i read
It 'thats the short and long' I advise even $30,000I is that enough.? Well it would be a lot better
Five thousand no.' its way too rough.'
It's clear that you love me
But i don't understand why
After the things I have done
And all times I made you cry
I've let you down many times
And put those tears on your face
I hate myself for creating you pain
Along with all your disgrace
I cannot fathom how you felt
Each time your heart was broke
The pain and shame you hid
Behind depressions dark cloak
You stood up for me each time
Even knowing I was in the wrong
Your love must unconditional
And it's grace I do not belong
You should have someone deserving
Who won't be the reason you to cry
This is difficult because I love you
But it time that I say goodbye
I can't let myself break your heart
I've done it too many times before
I need to separate myself from you
So i can never sadden you anymore
Pumpkins are made
For pies
And pies are made
For jack-o-lanterns
To
Please little girls
Who ride swings high over the city on
Cold
Mornings when others
Have found the schoolhouse
Under the ghetto waiting to transform the little leftovers
Into Wallstreetbogeymen scaring the country into
Unwanted
Growth claiming ‘More Pumpkins Are Better.’
The swing's chains are cold in late October
The seat can be wet
She
In her own glory does
Not
Notice the silence. Dreaming of
Dancing at the Met exposing truth to the music of Mendelssohn.
We linger
On the damp cool October morn
She peruses the skyline looking for the
Spot she might run to
As the swing finds a higher plane.
I’m a broken person in my heart and mind
My world been distorted there’s no reality
No doctors can find a cure I cannot be saved
You should go you’re better off without me
I’m scared of myself and who I’ve become
I’m called a danger to myself and to society
Why are you here trying to love me still
You must leave you’d be better off without me
My emotions are all blended up together
Anger frustration anxiety is my loves recipe
I cannot love you the way that you deserve
It’s tragic but you’d be better off without me
They’ve tried but failed make me feel better
How can you say you love someone this faulty
leave me alone you know there is no cure
Go away please you are better off without me
I see right through you,
you can play dumb all you want
~ if that's your winning strategy
Wordku: 5-7-5 words
AP: Honorable Mention 2025
Little random acts of kindness
Leaving behind a trail of good deeds
~ scattered seedlings of renewed hope
Wordku: 5-7-5 words
AP: 3rd place 2025
busy folk walking
its in hospital I lie
I hear staff talking
softly accommodating
spend my last moments waiting
give a man my heart
when his own stops and wont start
better way to live
this is what I want to give
take cells blood every last part
truth everyone dies
she cant see- give her my eyes
donation is wise
take vocal chords to help chat
brain just for a democrat
in consumed passion
my heart longs for your true love
that flies wingless flight
yet your smiles cut through my dreams
sprouting love in fertile loam
as I so desired
so your love appears to me—
I, who beg for love
while it flows as in a stream
that has a source but no end
you want to deceive
with the love you only feign
appearing so true—
yet I mind not your fakeness
for it’s still better than lust
May we be blessed to realize…
When humankind is the label we're all assigned….
We need to do a better job
of moving from the human…to the kind.
'Nothing works faster'
the advertisement read
'Nothing works better'
the adman said
I don't know about you
but if that's true
it's Nothing for me
Nothing's a keeper
not only that
it's also cheaper
Sometimes our minds speak to us,
Summoning us to embark on their journey,
They show us the pathway to the light;
It is our choice if we wish to remain in the night.
Within us, the good hides in the chamber,
Struggling to put the bad to rest.
Sometimes the latter is recalcitrant and willful;
The responsibility is ours to give room for the former to be dutiful.
There’s a gathering of our conflicting emotions outside the window,
Recriminations blooming in the meadow.
Tendrils of darkness entangle our thoughts and minds,
Conflicts arise in various kinds.
Yet within us is the light that brightens the gloomy day,
Leading us to the luminous pathway.
Our better angels are the stars that adorn the night sky;
They are the heart’s silent cry.
August 3, 2025.
There is still human kindness in the world
Offering help with wings of hope, unfurled
No glowing golden halo encircles their head
But they give courage to those facing dread
Some have a graceful gift that lights a spark
when others struggle, trying to escape the dark
Our better angels have no trace of greed
when despondent ones are filled with great need
Often, our better angels are strangers who smile
Or come to us in the innocence of a young child
A compassionate soul puts a hand on yours or mine
Someone with a tender heart, who is not Devine.
From sympathetic eyes they see teardrops fall
Sadly, some without empathy will be no help at all
There's hope that we may be such an angel one day
when someone's world has been colored in gray
Our better angels put aside bigotry and hate
Offering help when it's needed to compensate
those in need of a friend or in a time of fear
To be a helping angel, take time to lend an ear
It takes a generous person with a kind heart
who will never hesitate, their assistance to impart
their shining light gleaming in the darkest mist
Then, we know by a better angel we've been kissed
On this radiant moment, a ceiling
of new moon beguiles the park-lane
where the breeze tosses its wings,
lit by a fluorescent in a haze I can't
comprehend--- a whip of angst encircles
my despair unrelenting to the beat
of a warm summer eve so glorious;
and yet, my spirit drowns from pain,
from the absence of love 's loss in ruins--
there is no recourse except tear
my life, amble alone in the stab of dusk;
Till a streetchild's voice blows through
my hardened ear-- soft, soothing--
that my inner tempest releases
a spark...his angelic presence rivering
through fresh mist alive with young eyes
dipped in joy: this waif without a name
offers a mangled grip of blooms, a smile
haunting as it is giving: in freeze of night,
I find one of earth's better angels
amidst this heartburst almost suspended by
time's daring request to snuff my hours!
It’s love that wipes away my tears
Shadow of the rain shower clears
And I’m warmed by the gentle night
He bids my soul peace to delight
It’s faith that reminds of His grace
With Him, there’s nothing I can’t face
Surprised by One who can unite
He bids my soul peace to delight
It’s hope that sings a song of life
And I know One who heals all strife
With praise, our better angels fight
He bids my soul peace to delight
The greatest gift is His Spirit
And there’s no reason to fear it
It is a love that is so right
He bids my soul peace to delight
Hope, faith and love remind my soul
It is Jesus who makes me whole
And I believe with all my might
He bids my soul peace to delight
When on the road to Damascus,
Paul heard the voice of our Saviour.
He, who was once Saul of Tarsus,
When on the road to Damascus,
Hearkened to the call of Jesus.
Blinded by heavenly lustre,
When on the road to Damascus,
Paul heard the voice of our Saviour.
I AM that light, foretold of yore,
Manger-born; angels did herald.
I, who seek hearts, knock at the door.
I AM that light, foretold of yore.
My blood-soaked cross heals darkness sore.
Shun your ire, abandon peril.
I AM that light, foretold of yore,
Manger-born; angels did herald.
When Saul sojourned three days in hell,
Stricken with cecity, he prayed.
Waves of angst, orations would quell.
When Saul sojourned three days in hell,
In his dread, Paul's better angels
Had encamped; toward love, he swayed.
When Saul sojourned three days in hell,
Stricken with cecity, he prayed.
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