Limbs still cling to their withering leaves.
Shimmering in sunlight like flames of fire,
they flutter in the morning breeze.
Autumn's splendor is Nature's masterpiece,
painted in shades of russet and gold.
Dress boldly with artistic flair
Let your true awesome self shine through
~ there’s nobody quite like you
Wordku: 5-7-5 words
AP: 2nd place 2025
Using bold words written or spoken ~ cannot fix in you what's broken
Boldly bouncing back from the cliff's edge ~ will prove dangerous on any ledge
There was a time I didn’t know my worth.
I didn’t know my purpose.,
I’d felt that way since birth.
I would talk to other girls at school,
but when they formed their cliques,
they did not find me “cool.”
Not cool enough to be part of their group.
I was just their sidekick who
got left out of the loop.
Broken, I was losing my strong will,
but neither was I the type
who could just stand still.
I looked for others like myself; boldly
I bounced back, giddy, in junior high school,
where I formed bonds of gold.
I was destroyed by life's rough edges, ruthless stones,
Shattered pieces lost in silent tones.
But from the cracks, a fierce new flame was born—
A strength that rose through every ache and scorn.
Each fragment became a ground edge,
the story of struggles fought and led.
Steady, resilient and standing tall.
I rise untouched-- stronger after all.
The marks I wear are maps of where I’ve been--
proof of the strength growing from within.
From fractured , I found my spirit whole,
broken but bold, I rise and take my soul.
There I stood at heavens pearly gates
Waiting for God to decide my fate
I was still a child, though very sick
Hoping my passing would be quick.
Then an angel suddenly appeared
Took my hand and said “not yet dear”
“Hold on tight and I’ll fly you home”
In a flash I was back in bed alone.
Home for me was a hospital ward
Where the illness had to take it’s course
Though it was a long painful ordeal
I got well, but the pain I had was surreal.
The hurt was daily, monthly and yearly
Told I was too young for hip surgery
My compensating knee wore out too
So one operation became two.
Forty years passed before the first op
Two years later, the second op I got
I must have had a miracle man
For both surgeries went to plan.
Bless all medics who take care of us
Every one is a gift from above.
The bold horizon burned and died
cold in my eyes as I turned aside
on the road to nowhere
taking it slow
making it easy
in no hurry to go
I'm taking my time
for I never felt the need
to heed the latest mad fad
or follow the current day's craze
yet I don't fret or sweat
the small stuff
but I did learn
soon enough
the tide will turn
and the seventh wave
tho' said and done
is not always
the largest one
Be Told
What worth a thousand
Can't be attained with hundreds
To know the degree
You must measure
To get to the top of a tree
You have to climb it.
Stay bold
If you're working on it
It will surely work out
When you give it your all
There must be an outcome
Even if not immediately but it's certain.
Take hold
A race can never be won
By standing
When the pistol
Had been fired
If you don't begin
You will never get to the endpoint.
Bold claim,
that kiss was just for fun.
Right now you are to blame.
Lips like a loaded gun,
who taught you how to aim?
Whispers
cocked in automatic,
you gave me the shivers.
Caught up in your static,
perhass we're both givers.
One night,
you said it was a test.
With the prose I recite,
turned out I was the best.
You love the way I bite.
bold in winter's cold~
cruise in peace with no bruises
yet predict lightning
to warn and heed nature's call
for spiritual rebirth
Contest:High Fives for June
Sponsored by: Andrea Dietrich
Contest Judged: June 24th, 2025 1:02:00 PM
Placement: Third
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there'z thuh way to
say it
without the
offend
therefore
i leave it to mine
astute indulgerz uv
mine thinks
yet my spillz
this way
fluuhp
fluhp
'pon mine torso'z
peks
her Maine Coon pawz
fluuhp
fluhp
fluuhp
fluhp
"b!tch
get this cat
off uv me"
*"b!tch" iz my bullmastiff
thuh "Coon" be eve'z
"Faith and Fireworks: Cinco’s Call to Remember"
(A Linking Pin Sonnet in Spence Format – Celebratory & Historical)
Remember the cry, the cause, the stand,
Stand for the faith that defended the land.
Land once trembling rose firm and proud,
Proud were the voices chanting aloud.
Aloud rang truth through valley and hill,
Hill of defiance, God’s sovereign will.
Will of the people, backed by the skies,
Skies filled with prayer and warrior cries.
Cries of justice, both fierce and bold,
Bold like prophets, with courage untold.
Untold stories in fireworks fly,
Fly like doves as praises lift high.
High in the heart, faith’s embers still glow,
Glow bright each year on Cinco de Mayo.
© Professor Dr. Joseph S. Spence Sr. (Epulaeryu Master). All Rights Reserved. 5/5/25.
hold mold
told fold
gold bold
Melvin James Brooks
wasn’t one to cook the books
with movie making he was bold
and gave us comedies that broke the mold
Lonelier than lonely, the walls cry out to I.
I choke on sour taste as I attempt to reply.
Feelings bunch up to crouch inside my throat.
I want to let them loose, put them afloat.
Not upon mountain peaks or in valleys low
would my heartbreak know a dauntless echo.
Sweet cascading, scarlet dark, bold wine,
please, relieve this crimson space that is mine.
My sad flesh feels emotional winds blow,
reminding my heart of all I just let go.
Melt me away, wine – let your fragrant taste
erase all my fears and mellow me to waste.
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