She didn’t reach his standard
Too brash, too immature
He wouldn’t dare to risk it
But still, he wasn’t sure
Although there was attraction
But it was very much controlled
Until he gained the stature
That made him sure and bold
So, that’s when he decided
To reveal and to express
The feelings he had always felt
But dared not to confess
Because there was so much at stake
He was careful about his standing
His status played a major part
And he could be quite demanding
So, when he did the great reveal
He also had a plan
He would make sure she understood
He was that special man
And even though she hadn’t changed
He sure had changed a lot
The man he now had come to be
Would now execute his plot
He’d hold her to his standard
With rules and with decrees
And force her to respect his place
While ignoring all her pleas.
Wendy Nipas
Written: July 24, 2026 for a contest sponsored by Line Gauthier
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The golden word whispers of summer fall,
And throw a brash blanket over it all.
Season stretches its emerald print wide,
To warm the woods where shadows creep and hide.
An amber-tinged texture wakes every bough,
As rogue teem signs the earth to seal a vow.
MOTHER OF MOUNTAINS
Oh mountain mother if I may,
put forth my praise of thee,
of noble strength, steadfast and true,
Your full beauty none can see.
Violently birthed by mother earth,
jutting up through the dirt and trees.
Stretching toward the sun and stars,
catching clouds upon the breeze.
Dinosaurs walked in the shadow
of your majestic purple face,
adorned with gleaming snow white locks,
foothills flow from your embrace.
Glacial ice cuting slowly deep,
it's lines expose your age.
Your regal peak, stern and steep,
like a brash old mother sage.
A universal femme fatale,
invoking art and reverie.
You can not be moved or conquered
nor captured by mere poetry.
Grand words praise your nobility,
songs strive your peaks to soar,
by mortal tongue, no justice done,
as your truth transcends all lore.
Yippee salivating about captivating clash.. against never brash Kiwis
Not too flash a side with pride not a mish mash but winning wheeze
From beginning grinning egos binning odd bod pods of similar peas
Pacific ease shoot the breeze what they say style of play does please
Not rash no push over won’t just slash crash like T20 bash does tease
Even when on their knees still busy as bees & GP chances will seize
Punching above weight droll niche cliche no nouveau riche disease
Rather pavlova than palaver mate no rigmarole how we roll us Kiwis
RIOTERS GET CASH
FOR JANUARY 6, BASH
TRUMP BEING SO BRASH
Well hard as they might fight and try
So tight are rarely barely getting by
Sigh jobs squarely unfairly go to AI
Picked nicked then flicked on the sly
No sorrow poor borrow more to buy
Tricked by CGI lie from a cloudy sky
Social media spy pigs in the Tech sty
Future can’t deny no one gets a bye
Suitor will be AI then humans will defy
Pyrrhic critics decry but it is do or die
Titans fight for their piece of the pie
White collar all about the dollar guy
Dash for stash of cash ultimate high
Purloining while just coining on the fly
Spend as know the end is almost nigh
Flash rash brash greed splash they ply
Keys for wheeze must seize or will pry
Happens so fast they have cast the dye
Command it’s about demand & supply
Sycophant pant a creamy dreamy chai
Ego blast will last with your past will vie
Perverse creed gets worse this the storm's eye
Sow the seed impede our swede teed up & fry
Won't conform will curse why must I lie with AI
Plead don’t need IT to perform bellow thy lullaby
No go slow mellow Hello but a wry dry Goodbye
Bankers are w**kers so smug
Treat as all like we are a mug
Rinse & repeat they just shrug
Your grave we've already dug
Elite cheat still snug as a bug
Deniers bullies & liars..a thug
Try to stay afloat.. on we chug
Gloat off with our stuff they lug
So rash our stash they will hug
So brash cash is their only drug
Tug from under our feet the rug
Cruel with one rule pull the plug
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There once was a squirrel who wanted to be a bunny,
He dyed Easter eggs pastel and, oh so yummy.
His name was Eddie, quick as DoorDash*
And wore pink fluffy ears quite brash.
He hopped around, called himself Sunny.
But his hops proved a farcical fail,
His acrobatics turned tails pale~
He stored nuts in his cheeks,
And developed a twitchy mystique.
‘cause he drank too much Easter-themed ale!
*DoorDash is an online food delivery service that allows customers to order meals from local restaurants through its app or website, with drivers delivering the food directly to their location. It also offers additional services like grocery and retail delivery.(Source: Wikipedia.com)
It’s about Iran, once again
I’m not pro-war or for bloodshed
Destruction for and many dead
When nations stop, expend resource
And hands are forced without recourse
A war is bad for all involved
Men lost while problem’s being solved
Angst, fright, despair - they all reign
While bombs come down like a rain
But war is tool, when talk’s no more
The threat is huge, command is “draw”
The fiend is bold, defiant, brash
And your existence he wants trashed
Been’ vicious to its own folks
While spreading carnage like a smoke
You can’t sit idle and ignore
Once done, they will be at your door
Like-minded scum gets to rejoice
They all gang up, you know the boys
To push, to conquer and assault
Can’t let this happen, else our fault
We may be wrong, we may be right
But do what’s proper, get to fight
And may the History be judge
Whoever wants may hold a grudge
Aim for the nukes to rule the world?
Fast-spreading cancer is unfurled
Then war is scalpel, use or die
The answer to the question “why?”
March 3, 2026
Full
are his thoughts
dancing on that smile
‘Relinquish yourself to me.’
Brash,
he’s holding those chafing cuffs.
With a hand outstretched
fluff covered
lust.
However flash need a dash of humility
Whenever rash need a splash of civility
If ever brash need panache & nobility
However much ability can be a liability
Forever a proclivity for mental fragility
Senility forget the limits of their capability
When you flunk debunk the junk of hostility
Abash at that dash and lash was just trash
To really become cricketing divinity for infinity
If you blow make a hash of it show a bit of humility
Super Bee buzzed into the hive
Zoomed past his cousins Lee and Clive
Yelled to the drones, “Come fly with me!”
They stopped and looked at the old Queen Bee.
Queen took exception to brash Super Bee.
Laughed at him with an evil tee-hee-hee.
He showed her his strength and power of three.
She walled him up into a dungeon with royal jelly.
Took sail with a north-easterly wind did the Nords
From the glaciated valleys and narrow steep fjords
A sea voyage away by chance three lands found
Norsemen have come to claim their ground
Dragon-headed prows, ships with wooden oars
Centuries before famous lauded explorers
A Vikings roaring soul was the longboat Drakkar
Thru misty waters and unintruded shores afar
The land was calm—no frost in winter
Wild wilderness and little did the grass wither
What’s green is ice and what’s ice is green
Named in contrast so the truth be unseen
So not to make it sound it’s to one’s liking
This is the legacy of the brash hardy breed Viking
The sagas of the Icelanders—Edda
Old Norse óðr poetry of how they discovered America
The L. T. was green,
And equally mean,
Full of swagger and bluster,
And all the authority he could muster.
Bold in command,
This brash little man,
Who strode all around
Like he owned the damn ground--
Barking orders and spittle,
Never regarding how little
Regard in which he was held.
It was the midnight shift,
And L. T. in a tiff,
Cause his coffee had run out.
The L. T. with a shout,
Demanded a fresh pot be made--
No matter if the deployment was delayed.
In stepped the Sergeant broad and tall,
Striding to the Lieutenant who suddenly seemed small.
“The troops have a duty to move this line.
Your coffee can wait--this ain’t the time.
“And never raise your voice to one of mine.”
The Sergeant stared a moment then turned on a dime,
And made himself a cup of joe taking his sweet ass time
Their ma & pa were Eastenders
Blah blah..don’t remember the Blitz
Brash Cockney pretenders..same flash apparel
Let's get our mitts on a stash of Aperol spritz
Dimwits just going on benders
Bawdy tawdry mockney skits
Gits getting off their t*ts
Twits showing off their bits
Who fits?..Identikit Brits..pout
All about the clout of gaudy glitz
Silhouettes of stiletto dancers & handbags
Riff raff as naff as an 80’s cornetto
Perms & permatans..sl*gs..fancy dans in glad rags
Rhyming slang falsetto twang libretto
Chancers on a stag..s*ag nip & tuck hags
Nags of WAGS made up to the nines
Brag after cocaine lines did blag
One snag..look like a dag in drag
All from the fashion label stable
No restraint.. cannot refrain
Grandstand the brands fable
Diadora diaspora ..Fila Villa
With a Pierre Cardin Jardin
Taint just like they do in Spain
Sex..success…the way you dress
Prosecco fizz...getting in a tizz
Gilded specs and builded pecs
Greed and that need to impress
Avoid don't feed this schadenfreude hell
That is indeed called Costa Del ESSEX
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