one bad apple bruise
lies gently beneath the skin
sweetness masks the taint
soon the barrel takes the blame
for one bad fruit spoiled within
fingers find the bruise
then distrust the shining fruit
every skin looks stained
one dark blemish somehow grows
larger than the orchard knows
most are good to go
hanging blameless on the bough
the marked apples fall
and leave bruises where they land
the good fruit harvests the blame
I honestly can't help the way make me feel,
My feelings for you don't seem real.
I like how we can talk, play, pray, cuddle and just chill,
It's something about the way you love me that makes my heart feel healed.
You calm my mind and body with your touch,
I cherish how you have me mesmerized,
Giving me butterflies and that's why I love you so much.
When you're not around me it makes me feel sad,
It's funny because you're the best thing I've ever had.
I want to do LIFE with you and GROW old together,
Please tell me you feel the same way and you want me to be yours FOREVER!!!
I disrespect you if I blame you,
Without giving you feedback,
That gives you the missing piece of the puzzle.
I disrespect you when I expect you to know everything,
When I miss the opportunity you gave me to share,
my thoughts and I remained silent.
How can I blame you for my silence,
And unfounded assumptions.
I may still disagree but if you acted on limited information?
And did not break the law?
Should you carry all the blame?
Take a child, any child
And paint it any colour.
Place it in any mother’s arms,
Anywhere in the world: watch it grow.
Tell me now, who to blame for the disorder,
the chaos and prejudice in this anomalous world.
(3rd Placement Win in Line Gauthier's Bite Size No 150 contest)
I believe in ‘maximum exposure’
each and every day
When my plans go awry
I blame it on ‘they’
'They’ are so old-fashioned
and vindictive to boot
‘They’ even banned me from nudist camp
~ envied my birthday suit
Shouting without reason
Burning voices that crackles
With horse wisp of a growl
In pain without dsicription
Hollow feeling of regret
Short spout of unreasoning
Stop without going
Shattering sentence
No words that describes
The pouting with snarling
Couping without balance
Grip with a fist with fury
A smile looks of a cringe
Speaking with loudness
Expression looks unsure
This anger has voice
I wanted to eat with you.
You moved your plate away.
I took a different seat.
You looked at me with disgust.
Traitor.
You haven’t allowed me to live beside you.
And when I found a corner to exist.
Traitor
You asked me to speak your language.
When I learned, you mocked. Go learn yours.
Traitor.
You laughed at my clothes.
When I dressed like you
I was blamed for copying.
Traitor.
You asked me to fit in.
When I tried, got blamed for no identity.
Traitor.
I want to know
Which version of me is allowed to belong?
he stopped to think about his life
when he was stranded on the desert island
was his wife-to-be someone he could be proud of?
Why had he chosen her?
She never put him first
many times, she put him last.
He thinks about her children
They ridicule him
Possibly learned this behavior from their mother
The wedding is to be in four weeks
why has it taken him so long to figure this out?
who asked whom to marry anyway?
He sits in silence, listening to the ocean lap quietly against the rocks.
Had he ever intended to marry her?
It’s the man’s job to ask, isn’t it?
How did he get roped into this situation?
Is it his mother’s fault? She is an aggressive female
Like his fiancé
Will he speak up or be lead around by another woman?
One who is as pushy and caustic as his mother?
He waves the boat on when it comes to pick him up.
poems this mine here else often lists
economical text much inferred
few words fewer articles prepositions conjunctions sometimes needed
rhymes or not
short but slowing fast world trick make think
visual poems stolen cummings
is new question un marked re able
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runonswhereeveryfit together
i don't know how you know
it's yours now
maybe makes much sense war
98% genocide
rev wright was right
possible not since rexulti
kill bear with ukraine cannon fodder
so iran can't stop merrikkael turning gaza
gehenna turning resort luxury hotels casinos
offshore oil rigs election want blame drumpf
but have zero credibility ever after praising president credit cards and truancy warden
go ahead watch strait hormuz raise inflation
like when merrika blew nordstream blame other monster
You claim to hate math, but you love division;
Subtracting peace with every calculated decision.
You multiply chaos like it's long addition;
And solve for drama with precise precision.
You divide the bond that once made us whole;
Splitting unity just to satisfy your greedy soul.
You can’t balance love if conflict is the lenses you see your vision.
You’ll never find truth in division, till you divide your own illusion.
A good Samaritan
plunges pity for the wounds of a troubled soul
rather than
leaping forward
without compassions heart-whole
Unguard!
Thereof
agapë's role—
Love
A good Samaritan
plunges pity for the wounds of a troubled soul
Love
Good Lord, save us from ourselves
And from the Devil.
Source of that inbred evil?
Have asked too much then.
And no disrespect to you
Tempting us through him
The blame, for a world made grim
Leads back to Heaven.
Quirky not-quite-put-together wizard always felt half drawn
as if he had jumped from a broken goose egg at half dawn
no matter what good happened, he never felt complete or any glee
I blame his selfish mother Linda who ran away when he was three
He wandered all alone on a tortured narrow path
Seeking solace from the anguish plagued his thoughts, lay deep within
An epiphany, suddenly aware, the source of his discomfort
Time had now arrived for a new direction to begin
Recognised external forces,he was forever wont to blame
now at the crossroads of this discontented life
accept this new found challenge, how to change the game
He began with meditation, cultivated self love and respect
The old thoughts dissipating, negativity he could now reject
Further down the track he became aware of our loving Gods existence
So every now and then chats to God, sends him love, says thanks for your assistance
The gentle beauty of your blooms
are delicate and exquisite to the touch ~
your history's fraught with wrongdoing
but through ne'er fault of your own
AP: Honorable Mention 2026, Honorable Mention 2026
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