Blest birthday blossoms burst out bliss…
…breeding midst life-building best
glows with gracious generosity…
…God-governed that greatly grows
toward triumphant, jubilant, vibrant, radiant, abundant…
…gratitude fueled by praise-altitude upon faith-fortitude---
kindling loving kindness, igniting caring inspiration
as thanksgiving warms friendship and worthy worship
for festive existence of peaceful persistence
signified by a single white rose.
Your ribs exploded.
Your lungs burst out.
Filled with the Venom.
Your childhood and trauma caused.
Yet.
I gently took your heart.
Then I ripped the skin off.
My throat, My thighs, My chest.
Your favorite parts of me.
To replace.
The nasty.
Horid.
Putrid.
Rotten flesh.
That filled your body for over a decade.
No questions asked.
When I ripped out my heart strings.
To attach to yours.
And you looked at me with disdain.
I continued to pull and tug at myself.
Even when i bled all over your floors.
And cried out in pain.
You watched.
You didn't answer.
You pointed at your scars.
You sighed.
You watched tears roll down my cheek.
We loathed eachother.
Then you ran to someone else.
Who had toxic waste and blood.
Dripping off their fangs.
And you gave them.
My healed flesh.
Ripped right off your body.
You looked back.
Only to see if I would be gullible enough.
To let you come back.
If you need more newely broken parts
Or
You needed to be healed
From her rotten ways.
Then your rotten flesh slowly became.
mine.
Why do you cry at small stuff?
How can you do this common thing so rough?
Stay silent everything is not to be told,
You just learn to stay bold.
Isn't it unfair that we have to pretend to be normal?
It's not always that we have to look formal.
Sometimes we have to show the side that is hidden,
Is keeping everything in heart somewhere written.
It's okay to burst out into tears ,
Don't ever feel the pressure by your peers.
It's okay to mistakenly sometimes do wrong task,
It shows your courage to properly ask.
Then why do we ask everybody to be normal and pretend to be glad?
Showing sadness is not at all bad,
It's a common attribute for a human that is earned,
Being NORMAL is a lie that we have always learnt.
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(((bulbs burst out birth-bliss ^^^^ ))))))
((( *** blooms bring forth God-blest harvests*** ))))))
((!!! buds breed Spring baskets %%% !!!))
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*Numbers 6:24-26 The LORD bless thee, and keep thee: The LORD make his face shine upon thee, and be gracious unto thee: The LORD lift up his countenance upon thee, and give thee peace.
April 9, 2026
1st place, "Illusku: Illustrated Haiku Challenge 4" Poetry Writing Contest
Sponsored by JCB Brul; judged on 4/20/2026
The buds of May are here,
columbines and roses burst out in fetching gold,
full of cheer.
Pretty flowers—
Hummingbirds stop by to behold
for hours.
Sunkissed
petals unfold—
Bliss!
The buds of May are here,
hummingbirds stop by to behold.
Bliss!
Each beginning is followed by an end.
The laws of nature carry this plan out-
a cycle that may dominate in full
throughout all levels of great Cosmic space.
Our seasons pass- Spring to Summer, to Fall.
Then Winter sleep will last until rebirth
renews the cycle to begin again-
presenting patterns of these natural laws.
And so the Cosmos, that gigantic realm
which dominates the birth and death of stars!
Perhaps it will implode upon itself
to then burst out into a new Big Bang?
Just as the seasons, rebirth comes again
since it exists in everything we know?
The Great Fear
I woke up in a hospital bed
that rail to stop me from falling off
I was a prisoner and demanded
to be set free
I was gripped by fear, and tried to
climb to go home
A nurse came and sat in a chair
beside the bed, her nearness
made me feel less alone
Then it was morning, and the staff came
to change my nappy
I slept for two days until two
Strong men carried me home
Put me into my own bed
Looking around, yes, everything
was familiar, and the light was on
For no reason at all
I burst out crying
How firm are your branches that you’ve spread across the earth?
How great your disguise?
Can I detect you with one eye?
How sorry are you for the things that you’ve done
To get you where you are-.
Put others down in the dirt
You've taken your path and I've taken mine
You better hope we don’t collide
‘cause there’s gasoline inside you
And fire in my eyes
There’s some words on my chest
that I can’t ignore
Like I do with all the rest
You say “stop it”
but I can’t resist this
The blood on your hands is too red for my conscience
And you can’t clean the crimson away
Even if you scrub and you scrub
It just won’t be enough
Sin's roots are buried too deep
and you’ve been feeding on the feast
Can't get away from the addiction that is crawling in your skin
You try and you fail
but the disease is in your blood
And you’ve had too much
Too much sustenance has made you greedy and cold
Too many years down the hole
You blink and you’re old
All that’s left is a reality that no one foretold
the emotions you withhold
Burst out uncontrolled
I love you deeply—
but my mouth stays dumb;
within me, the words burn,
waiting—too shy to burst out.
I guess you’ve seen it in my eyes;
that’s why I threw away my glasses,
for you to glimpse love as it cries,
with tears of joy and affection.
How do I force the words to flow,
to let you know your love streams—
like gentle waves across my veins,
calm, cool, and peaceful?
Each day, the pain grows fainter,
though your love tortures me within;
my tongue still fails to confess—
so read my thoughts, and free me.
The soft sweet potato.
Is known, like me.
I like to be a published author sometimes.
The soft sweet potato.
A pie, so nice.
If I were mashed up and sugar was added.
Then more sugar was added because the recipe was wrong…
I would burst out of the pie a published author.
Ta da!
Sometimes, I have a book.
Or not.
The soft sweet potato sounds.
Pillowly, yet crusty on the outside.
Steam trapped like me.
I can be an author sometimes.
Or growing from the ground.
A pie is so nice like me.
But a sweet potato doesn’t know how to sprout arms, just tangled leaves.
But I do.
Write and act published.
Like the best known recipe in the world.
A tusked wolf dips its paw into the brine
the sea is its restless mother.
A proto creature, its bones already growing
razorback fins and horns, it must seek a shell
to hide beneath. The fanged manatee dies for love.
Before the porpoise leapt, before the whale shipped
its gray prow,
Jekyll and Hyde clawed each other
through a gibbosity of flesh. Where the skin flew,
rat tails grew gills and jagged jaws, while
blind behemoths burst out from small pods.
a saline transitioning that even now
wave-washes my naked feet, as the sea
plows me deep -
and does this cold moonlight reveal
the hidden talons of my ever-flowing father?
nude iron statues
by Sir Anthony Gormley
stand on Crosby beach
toddler blurted out
“look Grandma, there‘s his willy”
I burst out laughing!
From the drab green-brown worm of caterpillars and pupae,
Emerges the phosphorescent butterfly so pleasing to the eye!
But, why oh why, are butterflies so superbly colorful,
That we admire the fleeting flutters and flashes as wonderful?
Is it to say: "Be warned I'm toxic don't you dare eat me!"
Is it to attract a mate or mimic leaves, or flowers, Tweedledum dee?
For the worm which once crawled on leaves with heavy down-trod tread,
Knew what splendor with patience lay within to burst out ahead.
Like the ugly duckling shun by clutch contentious, and mum,
That transforms to a magnificent white swan glistening in the sun!
Alice said: "When you have to turn into a chrysalis and butterfly on queue,
I should think you’ll feel it a little 'strange', I would, won’t you?”.
“Not a bit,” said the Caterpillar, with a leer and sneer for all to hear.
"You'll get used to it in time,” as it sucked its hookah into gear.
Sudden sound of rushing water
A mighty roaring wind
Carrying a flame of fire
It settled upon me, flowing over me
As a baptism in silent seas
A moment of stillness lasting a lifetime
Filing me with the heady warmth of fine wine
An overwhelming feeling of love and peace
Boiled over from my eyes, dripping salty tears
Then I knew
The earnest search
The frantic seeking
For the truth of all things I had been embracing
For these many months, years...
Was finally filling every void inside me
Stretching this unlikely vessel to the breaking point
And every ounce of truth and love
Was as gun powder inside fireworks
The moment the spark of fire fell over me,
That baptism of fire from the Holy Spirit,
Had ignited!
And now EXPLODED forth from me in words and emotion
In prophecy and unconditional love
The testimony of Jesus Christ burst out from my mouth
Filing other willing vessels who seek truth,
Who are searching for the face of love.
Maybe you.. like me, didn't know But...
Baby, you're a firework!
Feeling so alone in a crowded room
Missing your friends while finally seeing who your true friends are
Wanting to get out and go have fun
But realizing your old ideas of fun only ever landed you in trouble
Starting to see what everyone else was seeing all along
Ashamed of who you were before
Knowing you never would have gotten where you are now without being that person
Conflicted by your own thoughts and emotions
Feelings start rushing back that you had blocked out
Your heart starts pounding as if it will burst out of your chest
Unsure of how to survive your new journey through sobriety
Keeping your inner circle small
Reaching out to everyone on your list
Expressing your anxiety
Explaining every little trigger
Praying they will understand
They tell you to breath it’s ok to not be ok
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