My lightsaber can be a mood ring,
that is what makes it so powerful.
It is cathartic when you must swing.
Between lavender and aqua flexing,
never do two shades appear equal.
My lightsaber can be a mood ring.
There’s danger in emotions building,
be cognizant and keep them stable.
It is cathartic when you must swing.
A slash will leave your body stinging.
Keep the core temperature normal,
my lightsaber can be a mood ring.
The goal to be the last one standing,
your fire makes that unavoidable.
it is cathartic when you must swing.
I wield a weapon ever-changing.
Pick a fight? Mind the hue be careful.
My lightsaber can be a mood ring,
it is cathartic when you must swing.
Delectable daze
aligned aesthetic
shimmered swoon
of
bespoke ripples
svelte meander
induced isthmus
vapour vaulting
veracity stoic
conscious cognizant
bard assimilating
aureate archways
seismic
rendered relish
goading effervescent
literary lullaby
interwoven
opportune foramen
tinctured chasm
or otherworld
fractured frisson
bejewelled
template tempter
sonic madrigal
enticing
creative lunge
toward tiered
vanilla visuals
for
ethereal lyric
deft minstrel
of
fermented finesse.
lithe moulder
authorised pen
swimming
enigmatic estuaries
whilst
dance retinue
sunshine swathes
pivotal pirouette
spawning
erudite enjambment
satin weave
gossamer lens
whose
amaranthine fixed
focus eschews
bland doggerel
instead
chatoyant cynosure
replenished quill
lacquers
indigo imbued
bunting’s warble
inducing
hypnotic portrait
surreal verse
delirious
weave web
unravelled
dream denouement
of
epic entablatures
Now calls for our best to prevail
since functional moments matter most
breathing out triumphant pursuits
letting our hearts throb with fulfillment chime.
Blest with this present opportunity
our gratitude drives endeavor's zeal
toward a prayed-for achievement
marked by love, devoid of selfishness.
Cognizant of life's fleeting nature
our faith looks beyond the temporal*
while enjoying daily victory
divinely endowed for sharing bliss.
Today showcases God's gift of grace* midst compassion, kindness, mercy, peace
glowing with hope we accept with thanks
ready for optimization's zest.
2Corinthians 4:15 For all things are for your sakes, that the abundant grace might through the thanksgiving of many redound to the glory of God.
February 13, 2026
3rd place, "2026-02-12 Write A Beautiful Carpe Diem Poem" Carpe Diem Poetry Writing Contest
Sponsored by Constance La France; judged on 3/14/2026
With the birth of my baby girl
I received a father's boon.
When Mom laid her in my arms
My joy soared over the moon!
So cognizant of her worth
I held her with infinite care.
With focus and tender hands
I stroked her auburn hair.
I knew I was holding a miracle
Something no man could create.
This work of beauty and gift of life
I could no way anticipate.
So silently I wept and prayed
In my spirit I saw Jesus stand.
In view of your worth, I drew you closer
Never with Gentler hands
The bright shining visage
As glowing as the glossy morning sun.
Brighter the legs,
Though not fully seen,
That pulls a thousand eye’s apples
The skirt tangles
Above the knee.
Chubby thighs and knees too.
It was a sober chilly foggier morn
And the fainting Beings.
The rest wool flocked
The socks locked ankles
That protrude the blocky shoes
And the unmindful bosoms swing.
The neatened curly locks hang on her temples
Thoughtful, mischievous timid eyes
With conniving looks –
They look and don’t look.
Cognizant of being starred at.
Look at everyone and not at anyone.
Her whitish brown angular countenance
And the big bag of assumed knowledge on her back.
She walks into the school bus GF 8,
Lost herself in thinking of thoughts -both hers and others.
Pulling down the tens of ‘manly’ sights.
And the unmindful women
Both in envy and admiration.
they race in and out chasing each other with gusto and vim
oops spoke too soon two dog tails just ran back in
one jumps on the couch, and the other is up there too
they are pony dogs, one weighs 80, the other 122.
They love us to bits, have no idea how strong they are
One jumped to the recliner, it moved back quite far
The other one is jumping on top of the TV
122? Says my husband. I thought he weighed 123.
We are cognizant that these pony dogs are stronger than us.
They are chasing through the house right now, stirring up dust.
My asthma kicks in, and I land down on the ground like a dog toy.
Two dogs on my stomach, delighted, that I am down for them to enjoy.
M-indful
I-nsight
A-lways
L-eads
Y-ou,
N-ever
M-aking
O-ne
R-eckless
I-dea
L-ike
L-anguorous
O-utlook
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Monocrostic (Birthday of Mialyn Morillo)
As we consider others
With more than a few objections
Can we unveil
Our own masked reflections?
As we review our brother
With an exaggerated disdain
Can we become cognizant
Of the true source of our pain?
As we inspect our neighbor
With ever ascending exasperation
Can we give pause and question
The root of our vexation?
As we give the mirror
Just one more searching glance
In order to adjust ourselves
So as to leave nothing to chance
Can we afford each other
Just one more unbiased look
Beyond the cover
And into the treasures of the book?
Starlings fly in flocks
Anticipating others direction changes
Twisting and turning in precision
A dance where they are ultra-aware of their companions
Scientists say each is cognizant of seven neighbors at a time
Rose-hued sentinels blush beneath the azure sky,
While musings drift in amber's starry eye.
Anger, a serpent in the garden, slithers swift and sly;
Sapiens, cognizant of its venom, yet let the poison fly.
Train thy beast, lest it consume,
Not thy soul, but bonds that loom.
09-12-2024
Being as unfaithful as Ashley Madison
That’s how I honestly feel when it comes to God
Who’s not like luggage which I can just jettison
Though the world at times tempt me to never applaud
Him it tantalises me endless draws me in
Like raindrops on spider’s web yet so bitter-sweet
I can’t deny myself this feeling which can spin
Me out of control making me think I’m complete
Caught up in this trap where I feel like flame exposed
In the wind struggling to stay lit and bright on site
I thought being in the dark no one sees me imposed
On me consistently afraid of how this Light
Tracks each move I make I’m like Eve in the garden
Ecstatic with this set-up where I always find
Myself in God’s mercy asking to be pardon
A perpetual sinner under His watch aligned
To go astray right away even if I do
Believe in God wholeheartedly with all my faith
The main challenge my flesh constantly puts me through
Trials and tribulations not once not twice not eighth
Time provided I’m cognizant of how I live
Under His radar forgiven every time I
Sin and sin and sin again and again He give
Me chance provided I repent and not just try
Casanovas slipping into the red-light tangle;
Forbidden fruits, where temptations dangle.
A carousel sequelae of transient fun,
Shoving precious life through a darkened dungeon.
Herpes, a saboteur of life's quality;
Silent falsehoods, pernicious in totality.
Retrovirus tainting the filthy foray—
Courtesan's fate wrapped in tragic dismay.
The French disease, resurging like a dragon,
Greatest mimicker, its curse on the wagon.
An avalanche of despair, harrowing as the Holocaust;
Fleeting morale fulgurates, bruising life's bitter frost.
Relationships crumble, akin to a precarious card cascade—
An insidious monster of misery, lurking like a ticking grenade.
Dire repercussions of the aftermath,
Grueling the innocent's once-quiet path.
Serenading the cognizant wizard,
Salvaging thyself from a tumultuous blizzard.
Do you want to cogitate it? He asks me.
How did he know I do that?
I was not cognizant of this myself.
There is relief when I look up the word cogitate.
Do you want to cogitate it? He asks me.
How did he know I do that?
I was not cognizant of this myself.
There is relief when I look up the word cogitate.
In all life's effort
Whether big or small things
Learn to appreciate.
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