Within a tree awash with song,
the branches tremble, bright and strong.
Each bird proclaims its radiant verse,
in a soaring chorale, the winds disperse.
You answer back; your voice takes flight.
A child again, in humbled light.
The chains of age fall loose, unbound.
Play returns with a joy profound.
A child’s world is tame with acclaim.
For everything there is a joyful game.
Imagination ignites and flies.
A world reborn through child-like eyes.
A stick becomes a gleaming sword,
a castle in the sand much adored.
A box, a ship with sails unfurled,
Has pirates laughing in jolly roger world.
A puddle swells to oceans wide.
A feather drifts where dreams abide.
Each pebble hums; each breeze takes wing.
As laughter crowns the Earth in flight.
Imagination is what turns the key,
opening doors to pure simplicity.
It calls the child to rise and show,
the joy that makes our spirits glow.
Summon the child within by name.
To dream, to sing, to rekindle the flame,
in a way, that you'll never be the same.
Becoming a child again, at play in the frame.
Are you listening out in Wood-wood' in Balranald do you hear in the Hunter and
Newcastle all round Maitland ix it clear?
From Jamestown, in Burra-Burra and from
Port Augusta too will they stand? speak
Out? Unite..Just do whats right, its time for such to do.' In Wonthaggi and Killarny
Ballarat and Bendigo, across to Geelong town
Get out be strong 'for that is what best' the Aussies do' in Geraldton and Bunbury past Perth and
Up to Broome, at Hobatt Emerald and Coolgardie be
No longer fooled.' In Forbes and Parkes and
Dubbo, in and Coleraine, Kiama too; Crookwell and
Coffs Harbour Australia calls to you.' If
You are asleep in Tumut, awaken' ask A man Johnny
Larter, our everyday Hero just whats on.' Then tell all your mates too.' in
Yass and also Wagga.' I'm sure they'll come along.'
And in coming then will realise, that mateship
Is key; is strong ' let your flags fly high till 'bye and
Bye' you are heard and your villans fall, once again all your women and man will be free, Now will you respond..To your nations call.'
vomit on the stairs
a qualmish situation
where is a mother
Calling
To the I Am
Alone and on my knees
In a valley filled with death's air
His gift: Freedom in an endless expanse
My prison's narrow walls collapsed
I walked in green meadows
Seeing the sun
Calling
Inspired by a prayer from the beautiful "Man's Search for Meaning" by Viktor Frankl.
Thank you for calling Your Destruction.
If you’re calling to bring forth your personal hell, press 1.
If you’re calling for emotional devastation, press 2.
If you’re calling to enact physical harm, press 3.
…Thank you. Your Destruction is now offering a summer sale.
If you are interested, please fill out the survey on Your Destruction website.
…Please hold…please hold…please hold…please hold on for as long as you can…
Please hold; the bringer of your doom will be with you in a moment…
Hello. It’s nice to hear from you again.
What can I do for you that will make you regret your life choices?
I see. Sorry to hear that. Would you like to include your friends and family?
I understand. Your Destruction will ensure that your life is utterly ruined once I’m done.
Have a nice day!
My soul weeps again, calling out your name,
Through endless dreams of silence.
I lose my roots, no longer knowing where you are,
My soulmate, from where will you appear in evenings?
I write letters in the night sky, stories drawn in stars,
On the canvas of life, I reconstruct the path to you.
I wait, lost in twilight, where are you, my love?
What place in the world hides you, what mountain deceives me again with you?
With lips parched by thirst, I touch your outline in dreams,
In the torches of cold nights, where I lose myself and lose you,
I close our story between the covers of longing,
In words that tumble from the soul, without purpose and without end.
I open the book again in the evening, when the heart is life's prey,
When loneliness flows through my veins, salty and bitter,
And though longing overcomes me, I rise with each moment,
No sky is too high when my soul holds onto you.
I search for your face in old newspapers, feel your scent in verses,
And my days pass by, pale, devoid of your light.
Every morning, I wait for you, my sun,
To brighten my day, to bring me smiles, to fill my soul with love.
Call me spoiled, call me late for a date, call me casual or smirky or crazy
But do not call me sloth-like, sluggish, disengaged, placid or lazy.
Call me from Mexico, Canada, China, France or another fine place.
Call me from Venus, Mars, or a meteorite from outer space.
Just don’t call me from Kansas City, for it is where I live.
I already know every relative of Clyde, Celander and Viv.
Don’t call me from these two area codes - 816 and 913,
They are all Kansas City numbers, and would much annoy me.
Call me happy, joyful, enthusiastic, wild and carefree.
Never call me stupid or to dine on a persnickety tea.
Don’t call me at two or three a.m. that would irritate me.
And never never never call me from area codes 816 and 913.
Its time and past..Its your chance to stand.' Maybe
The last chance for Australia.? Lies in castle law.?
And your hands.?What would our ANZACS from the 50s do? With that
I leave it to all Queenslanders, who are 'true blue'
I'f you'll protect your mates..Also family I say its great.'
And good on'ya mates..As right now i am so irate.'
Maybe Melbourne? (will learn something from you')
I stoked the fire, you drank the flame.
I poured out my soul, you ditched the game.
I'm gutted, bone dry, howling in pain -
You reeled me in, gave nothing back again.
Black hole love — you ripped me apart.
I'm holding the line, playing my part.
I gave and gave, you drained and drained.
How did our love become so unchained?
Oh Black Hole Love,
I Give, You Suck,
Getting nothing back, in return.
I'm calling All-in!
Black Hole Love, Black Hole Love.
You twist my pleas - I'm on my knees.
Let's play it straight, oh, baby please!
All I want is some fire back from you.
Not choking smoke on black strap blue.
I won't break for you, anymore.
I'm standing, knocking on your door.
I want to love you more and more.
You're the only one that I adore.
Oh Black Hole Love.
I Give, You Suck,
Getting nothing back, in return.
I'm calling All-in!
I won't break for you!
No more, No more!
Black Hole Love ...
Black Hole Love!
There was a time
When my faith was unshakeable
The Lord proved
That I was remakeable
His love for me
Was simply not mistakeable
The Holy Spirit’s strength
Was totally unbreakable
For forsaking me
He was incapable
His call on my life
Was just so inescapable
But I went rogue
And became insatiable
I thought His love
Would just be replaceable
In the world I could hide
And then become untraceable
Write my own ticket
My desires now obtainable
But such a life
Is so unsustainable
Bent and broken
I’m biodegradable
I’ll never get home
The chasm unscalable
Would He take me back
That seemed so debatable
My life got so twisted
My actions so hateable
I didn’t deserve it
My soul was unrateable
Consumed with despair
My steps were retraceable
At His gate I cried
My debt is unpayable
He opened the gates
How is this explainable
You are my son
That is not erasable
Such love as this
Simply unrestrainable
Is something calling again
From the distant hills outbound?
Is it a small voice within
Or something hidden without?
What awaits you down the road
Once you cross the valley bridge?
Should you find it and take hold
Will it satiate a wish?
Will you bring just a trace home
To keep like you've never left?
Would you soon divulge of some
Memories upon your breath?
Decidedly, no longer a teenager
Even older than the president, I'd wager
Curmudgeonly, "that's not music", he mumbles
Reliably, "prices are too high", he grumbles
Each year, his age is closer to infinity
Perhaps that's how many times he wakes up to pee
I guess the time has come, I must accep' it -
To tell you the truth, it's me who's decrepit
"As the day ends, one is closer to heaven." By Poet
My neighbor is old,
she can be very bold.
Loving to wear lots of fancy gold,
and decrepit I am told.
You know age is just a thing,
numbers one wants to ring.
How old are you,
that number may make you blue.
They tell me I am a decrepit ninety-two,
but I can still tie each shoe.
Honey - age is all in one's mind,
seeing myself as twenty-five to all mankind.
I may not be well defined,
but I will always be kind.
Montreal is my favourite city ~ a mix of old and new.
I love its architecture which graces it with style and unique character.
It's got more than its share of cathedrals, pubs and restaurants.
It boasts a vibrant mingling of local and exotic culture.
Well known to be the hub of exquisite cuisine and fine dining.
Montreal gathers artists into a most vivacious symbiotic community.
Best of all ~ summertime offers its kaleidoscope of musical festivals.
So make a point of visiting this city that is big on charm !
Let Montreal lure you, captivate you and seduce you ~
AP: 2nd place 2025
If its your calling
Soon one day it will happen
Accept, act on it.
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