I was keen on Ovaltine
till Bosco came on the scene.
Ask me something easier
Mama used to say
When I wanted reasoning
Why it goes the way
No one says good word about
Yet they do agree
With those they can live without
Pretty easily
If the fools are able
To control the wise
What’s the wisdom’s fable?
How it satisfies
Is it dialectic
Or a consolation
That comes off too hectic
Closer to frustration?
Why the chosen rulers
Aspire to be great?
Why the fools can fool us
Are we that afraid?
Why do they contest?
Can’t they live a little?
Why there is no rest
For the wicked people?
Why the time can’t stop?
What’s the point in queues
If they can bring up
Anything we choose?
Why the sun and moon
Shine too bright this summer?
Why you’ve gone too soon
Poor little Mama?
Clouds fill the sky
Does it smell like rain?
I’m not sure, it’s dry
I can hear the train
Come over the bridge
To the other bank
But I have no speech
All my questions sank.
Joy's found in micro moments.
Blessed are those who enjoy little things.
Never lose your innerchild's wonder.
AP: Honorable Mention 2026
New love--my heart is blazing
The very touch of my skin is electric
I own all the worlds
I fly thru the starry skies
The stars slip through my fingers
as I clasp them to my heart
then dance with the clouds
it's magic to be in love
but does magic last
or is it only the fading memory
of our kiss
that lingers in the night air
now doubt has crept in
and shadows my joy
do you feel this love
or am I but a moment in time's journey
To feel like an undefinably rare gem
and then crash
with a sad realization
you may be like the others
to spin a daydream with but a single kiss
how grasping is that
I must remember daydreams and magic lands
are childish wishes we had to leave behind
Young child’s laughter is contagious
It puts a smile on every face
~ Exuding simple joy and purity
Wordku: 5-7-5 words
AP: 2nd place 2025
Texas is a southern state whose flag's a lonesome star.
It takes forever and a day to cross the place by car.
The great big sky and desert stretch o'er South East West and North,
And oil wells, cattle, horses, hills, in Texas they spew forth.
"Everything’s big in Texas" boast the Texans, every day,
But when I'm there my pecker's still small, much to my wife's dismay.
Bloody war raged on.
Superpower leader said:
"Sometimes kids fighting
like crazy in the yard, can't be parted."
"Best leave them fight on for a while."
Anyone care for TACO and cheese?
See, that is there joy
Let kids play, take years to change
And laugh at their past.
Are you tired of me
Be patient, I have grown up
Child, no more I see.
Beyond mere imaginations— Dreams,
•Peace, like the air blows everywhere.
Behind a closed door— War,
•Greed, a relentless struggle for more.
A secret to survival— Education,
•Jobs, everywhere connection.
You see, I had this dream
Of a place of absolute calmness
Inhabited by faces that glow
Hunger and sufferings unknown.
Unknowingly, like a SciFi movie
I was behind the scenes
Merely chasing childish dreams.
Childlike wonder fades,
In the mirror, time's soft theft.
Hearts once light, now weigh,
Dreams of youth, a distant breath,
Wisdom's price, the joy it left.
Today was the first day I held
a sledgehammer with intention
Callouses connect palms to fingers
tiny fleshy boa constrictors.
There is no catharsis
I know this to be a hollow act
With a face smithed of iron,
a body lathed with linseed wood,
and a head full of nothing.
No I am not thinking, I am
in fact refusing to do so.
This is an act of refusal
I am choosing childish behavior.
The empty parking lot
execution spot greets
the glass bodied shelf
Which will no longer take
the space of memories it held.
What should be cold and angular
Void of anything aside reflection
is a monument of mourning
a future I shall never know.
Light refracts upon my cones,
my tunneled vision only to show
a mangled miscarriage of the man
I can never grow into with you.
in my childish world
everything was fun and joy
peace, love, dream and poetry
Bubbles,
Bubbles,
Bubbles!
Bubbles in the air,
Bubbles over there
Bubbles floating past,
Bubbles here to last
Bubbles in summertime
Drifting in the breeze,
Bubbles during bath time
Bursting on your knees,
Bubbles on the seaside
Frothing on the shore,
Bubbles during yuletide
Fizzing as you pour,
Bubbles in the blue sky
Flying with the birds,
Bubbles not knowing why
There aren’t enough words
Except for one,
Bubbles,
Bubbles,
Bubbles!
Bubbles in the air,
Bubbles over there
Bubbles floating past,
Bubbles here to last.
Only poo can make this world seem bright
Only poo can make what's heavy light
Only poo and poo alone can thrill me to the bone
So I fill my toilet to the brim with poo.
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