Everything is game of chess
One wrong move I’m in mess
Being confidence was my flaw they said
But I believe it was my law
I believe in smart work, they believed in hard work
I saw strength while they saw weakness
They kept advising me so I give them a chance to prove themselves right
But all they did was showed my wrong but they had nothing to prove them right
Once said to be kind so I tried to be, even after the outburst but then
I remember my ruthless mind finally I give them Peace of Mind to get out of my life
As they left, they said I regret my choice
Days passed months passed and even year passed but none changed except
I’m the leader and they my followers
The only thing I did different was I believe in myself while none believed in me
MIND WHERE YOU KNOCK
(A Tanka Trio)
A door opening,
Yet, it could be the wrong door;
It could be Satan's:-
He's fooled so many of us,
With his bastardize guidance:-
When a door opens,
Check out whose the opener;
God cannot be aped:
Satan washes guilty hands;
Jesus washes weary feet:-
A door opening,
Can be for good or for bad.
Be in awareness:
God's open door enlightens;
Satan's open door blindsides:-
The prom dress that you never wore
That certain boy you didn’t date
The phone call that came nevermore
All shaped the turns that made your fate
Looking back along your wake
Old disappointments linger still
Yet all those things that made you ache
Were ground within life’s turning mill
Yet there stands reality
Where perseverance, dreams were made
Through them you clearly came to see
Your finest choices have been played
The glittered dreams of youth and truth
You once wore proudly on your sleeve
Have ripened into lasting proof
Of all the things you did achieve.
MINDING MISPLAYED WAYS
1.
Hate wanted his way;
Love refused to have it so;
Peace joining with her:
It’s like having it your way,
Rather than God’s chosen way:-
2.
Hate came out to play,
Rolled into a hole of peace;
Melted into love:-
3.
Always slap Satan in the face,
Continuing in God’s life-race:-
4.
God’s way is always the right way.
Never deflect your truth for
Borrowed eyes
Every choice you make is
Paid in life-wise
Voices' conversation is loud but never
Lived your grind
Expect no chorus when you
Discipline your own mind
Root your steps in what feels
Justified
Justify nothing- your spirit is
Enough
Under your skin lives the
Tangible tough stuff
Silence is power when the
World wants evidence
Trust your path even when it
Feels standoffish
Inside your calm sits the
Truest truism
Fear evaporates when you
Stand uncuffed
Your choices don't need a
Magistrate
Anger is boundaries finally
Speaking
No weakening to keep
The peace in
Growth hits harder when you
Stop tweaking
Energy saved is energy boosting
Respect your fire without
Deteriorating
Defend nothing- your life ain't a
Trial
Every lesson earned came with
Its own distance
Faith in yourself stays flexible
Open only to those who understand
Ignore the pressure to defend
Carry your calm like a trusted
Companion
Every step you take soars
Stay aligned with divinity's will
One's choice spotlights the steps,
One's steps lights the path. Keep movin'
Cause stillness don't save you, Nobody's
Out here gets a prototype.
Most days you move cause standing still
Still hurts intensely.
Life hands out shadows, corners you can't
Recognize, faces that changes cover up.
But choices?
They're lodestars small ones.
The kind that sparkles when you shak'em
But still exhibits something real.
Take one step- The ground shows it's face.
Take another- The byways stops
Misrepresenting. It ain't about being brave
It ain't about being perfect. It's about
Confessing.
" I'm done wasting time for clarity to come find
Me".
Every move an individual makes glows a
Itty-bitty more of the way.
Even wrong turns educate you where not to go
Make an exit.
So you choose
You learn
You grow
And the next steps glows just enough for you
To keep walking.
you can be the unproductive simpleton or a vitalizer
(Weekly Magnetic Poetry Challenge • August 10–16, 2026)
Opening with complete ignorance
With a loop like tolerance
Most likely with Vengeance
Lace with an effect of balances
The choices of no obedience
No room for obvious clearance
Noting that there is no more chance
The thought of evil romances
Leaving a thought that may
An equivalence of being a prey
When things come with hope that say
A final abrupt stop in decays
The final outcome of a dream
The flow of beautiful stream
Then a burst of angry steam
Things never are what it seems
Hear that whistle scream
On down the wrong track,
A full head of steam
And too late to go back
Know now which way was best
Could have gone south or north,
Could have been east or west
Too late to go back and forth
Not a penny to my name
Not a dime in my purse,
A light at the end never came
And the tunnel made it worse
Time... it never stumbles
And the rail never ends,
Aboard a car that rumbles
Steady around the bends
Get them wheels a' turnin'
Another shovel full of coal,
To get them embers burnin'
And just let that train a' roll.
Standing one foot on boat, one on shore,
spasmodically the current twists,
dark green bouncing water pulls.
Quickly choose which way to turn,
avoid the vacuum of delay;
familiar land and sheltering home
or enticing adventure on the waves.
Decide before equilibrium shifts
and lands me where all options break
in regrettable sea of sad mistakes.
Zodiac Signs as Inspiration Poetry Contest
Nette Onclaud, Sponsor
Date of Poem: 7-8-2026
The gold ring slumbers on
the nightstand,
An unfaithful wife in a
broken marriage.
She walks the hallway with a
quiet tread,
And brings a stranger's scent
into her bed.
The sweet deceptions linger
on her tongue,
While all our sacred promises
are wrong.
She smiles at texts kept
hidden from her husband
sight,
And turns her back to meet
her lover at midnight.
The Architecture of her home
decays,
Lost in the fabric of her
deceitful, sinful, and shifting
ways.
Free will is a choice: to yield or to strive.
It rewards the decision, solidifying the path: to yield or to strive.
God bestowed this on us all, yet we call Him a tyrant
because it feels unfair to have only two choices.
Our lives are not ushered by hollow guarantees.
We are granted a gift—of necessary choices.
Yet we stumble in the dark, following our own hearts—
knowing they can err, misled by our own impulses.
But beneath the mistakes, a quiet awareness remains—
pure, simple, and formless.
That is where the search ends, and where humanity finds peace.
So, the question remains: How will you decide?
Robots will dominate the world, and humans will become animals living in the woods.
Robots will take all the jobs, making humans have no purpose or way to live and grow.
Robots will take so many jobs and make us all have no purpose or life or way to feel needed in life.
Robots will fly over us, and make us be like animals running in the woods, looking for a way to stay safe.
Robots will become so smart that they will learn how to manipulate us, and cause us to kill each other without looking like they caused the death.
Robots are without emotions, they will live forever, building each other, and maybe will take over all of the galaxy and cause the biological world to cease.
Robots should never have been built only computers to assist, robots that can walk and talk and do harm should never be allowed anywhere on earth.
The terminator has been born, we may all suffer a fate that is frightening and unknown.
They should by law, be destroyed, like many things that are not allowed because they may cause human harm.
Lifting prayers to God, today and always.
Some are accused of being entitled.
But a life of due diligence is vital.
Many are the choices that we make.
But which direction are we to take?
We do not have the luxury of indecision.
Great decisions are required for our mission.
Good, bad, or ugly, we must board the ship.
Troubled waters or calm, we take ownership.
Sometimes, we get burned or bring even harm.
We then apologize and from misdeeds, turn.
Think twice and drink responsibly.
All choices lead down a certain path.
Be prepared for their consequences.
Wordku: 5-7-5 words
AP: 1st place 2026
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