A squirrel in autumn hollered, “Dang!
This heat’s got my tail in a tang.
It’s ninety-eight degrees, y’all~
that ain’t autumn, not at all!
Where’s sweata weather in Texas?” he did pang.
Searches are common.
God knows what they’re looking for!
Mary-Anna? (we are unisex)
£-s-d? (sorry, we’re all broke)
A sharp wit? (every one here has arrested development)
What do they search for so intimately?
They searched me today.
All they found
was this poem.
when I broke my leg
I wanted to be a horse
but then I remembered
we do not have a gun
He swore his vows beneath a
hollow sun,
Then broke the trust before
the day was done.
With whispered poison and a
cruel, abusive temper,
He strangled every truth that
he had sung.
He sought his comfort in
another's woman arms,
While tearing down his wife
soul and her love for him.
A masterclass of malice,
stitched with deceiving lies,
He watched the fading
courage in her eyes.
But silence breaks, and I will
not remain,
I'm stepping past the empty
shadow of his bondage chains.
It happened slowly,
then not so slowly
I could have stayed
for my two Yasmeens
One was lighter than the wind,
which on a whim,
could carry her away
on a wish
Yasmeen was lighter than air
in a puffy pink coat
in September
My first Yasmeen
would smile at me
and reaffirm my life
in a moment of doubt
Her mother made me Karkadeh
I drank it lovingly
My Yasmeens were as different
as beauty can be
That teaching could just be
teaching;
the kids and me,
with our shadows chasing us
constantly
In a more joined up world,
this it the type of reporting drainstream media bring.'
Its distorting.
From 2020 have your eyes been opened
One world government aims are for our world to be more than broken.' They have
Solutions to solve whatevers gone wrong?
I just wish they would stop singing the same old sad song.'
No apology
can change the outcome
my heart is still broke
A Spoke broke.
Once Bespoke,
In the ruins I toke.
What a joke.
Wish I'd croak.
Could a fire stoke?
Can it go unspoke?
Too much smoke,
Im bound to choke.
I see my Shadow as a cloak.
It looks so baroque.
I peer to see no folk.
The fire grows with burning oak.
I might die of heatstroke.
What I heard was not misspoke,
The time has come to uncloak
Yea yea slow poke,
Take another toke.
Just rememeber, you cant de-coke,
Until you fix that effing Spoke!
That day
So long ago
Everything broke
Nothing worked anymore
It was like being thrown back
Back to before anything new how to learn
Having to revisit every learned thing
Like it was new
That day
Long ago
The sky shattered like a disheveled mind
Nothing left but shards of light
Broken knowledge
Lost time
Everything lost
Like there was nothing there to start
That day
Yesterday
It all fell apart
Nothing left to hold the world together
Everything falling out of place
There isn't a fix
There isn't a remedy
The next day
There was something strange
A spark of joy
A small thing
A color that's new
A memory not filled with pain
The day after that
The world was broken still
But something changed
The pieces knitting together
Over and over
Till at the very least
A small island had formed
It wasn't much
It might not be for very long
But while it lasts
Enjoy every second
Like it just might be your last.
A man too soft, too real, too kind,
gets left alone, and left behind.
He once was soft, a gentle soul,
He gave his heart, He gave it whole.
He cared for her with all his time,
Never knew love could turn this way in time.
The one who cared now feels decline,
and stands so cold, just like a pine.
He trusted faces way too fast,
got fooled by smiles that couldn't last.
Now with his wit, he reads the line,
and plays the game he once called crime.
He tries to be bad, but morals still define,
so he bends them day by day,
to stand just like a pine.
He doesn't want this change in him,
he doesn't feel it's fine,
but now he lives, and now he stands,
harsh and straight like a pine.
He wants to cry, to let it out,
to scream his pain, to end the doubt,
but being a man, he chose this line
to hide it all, be like a pine.
But after that day, he had no choice,
to live this way and silence his voice...
I waited with bated breath.
All it took was one unsaid word.
No hello and no goodbye.
Wordku: 5-7-5 words
AP: Honorable Mention 2026
Most fish swam downstream, chasing the promise of the ocean.
Some, afraid of its depth, turned upstream until their strength gave out.
One fish, weary of both current and fear, flung itself onto land.
The others pitied it, certain it would die.
But in time, the fish grew legs.
It breathed the air.
And while the others mocked, it walked on.
A man got shunned from a haven
The host made rules that were craven.
Peers banned his prize joke
for fear of the woke
Proud noses were pecked by his raven.
No Rest for the Broke
A hustler from Durban did hustle and grind,
But heaven seemed hundreds of hopes far
behind.
He pleade for peace,
Got debts without cease,
And found fate had a fiendish design!
The Chicken Crossed For Wi-Fi
A clucking wee chicken went creaking
one day,
Crossed the craziest crossing for a hotspot,
they say.
But the signal so week,
Now chirps out his challenges in eggs
every day!
The Blesser and his Money
There was once a blesser in Zamdela,
Who spent his mitha on falsetto-
Today he sings for the fame,
but easily forgets his name,
now he hums in tongues incognito
The Jamaican Chef
A chef from out Jamaica,Joy,
Made jerked chicken a jammin' great toy.
Wi' hot habits he had,
He was hardly so had,
His hot hen helped him hire every hoy!
A snatcher named Javas, a silent snake's son,
Snapped phones with such speed, he
shocked everyone.
He'd steal seven a second,
A storm of a fellow, we reckoned,
Sending signals of sorry such soon he was
spooky with snatching so swiftly he'd shoot
past the sun!
If most clergy, study and speak Gods straight Word, If women fuss and gossip?
Yet rally when tough events occur.' If men
Have a fight..And some teeth are lost, yet
Others intervene, before worse becomes the costs, if they give councel.? And and
Advise forget, now its done.' Then I mind
Though far from perfect..Its the better small world under anyones sun.' If theres
Help for the old'ns and fair advice for the
Child, the man is a protector, and only God
All knows, all the while, for when you take such away
When such boundry's are blurred.' Then 'true diversity is negated' or am i wrong if
so contest these words.' If you can find time to read them? As the lights might go
Out cause the 'green steal' is biting and
Rioters are about, when no real men can be found.' And politicans don't care.? Maybe re'call some past decades.' Did much better exist there.?
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