Driving uphill with only faith.
Stay in your lane at all cost.
Chance meetings can be catastrophic.
Wordku: 5-7-5 words
AP: Honorable Mention 2026
Delightfully warm tingling golden sunrays
a cool stiff breeze charging from the north
~ rooting for sol the underdog
Wordku: 5-7-5 words
AP: Honorable Mention 2025
In ghostly white of midnight as
sky- shadows trace gossamer streaks ,
I become a recluse,
losing tracks of stars' grave hues
and the flavor of meadows
in snow grows bitter...the bronze gate
reeking of metal cold, again --frozen
like my rusty, numb thoughts.
Must I remember
how they were slain? The wails come
to haunt those Godforsaken eves
when the lane flooded groaning voices,
ramming our old grills from darn
collision of cars--- in a flash.
And now, dim clouds reflect frozen
bodies of kin like grief stricken portraits ,
pale as folded , bloodied sheets...
and I turn away from this mashed
scene on a vintage gate, grating
flesh in drills of shock
...my recluse core, seething
' Leave me alone...'
If love breaks you open
And you have a chance to look inside
You might be surprised at what you find
If love smashes your expectation
And you have a chance to make your defense
You might be greeted with a surprising strength
If love disturbs your every intention
And you have a chance to meet your fear
You might be astonished at the things that become clear
If love crashes into your wall of security
And you have a chance to construct better walls
You might be captured by a decision not to rebuild at all
If love explodes into a million pieces
And you have a chance to walk away
You might be dazed by the unreachable splinter lodged in your heart to stay
I drove over the grass in their front yard.
Probably didn’t do that on purpose.
But when you’re about to be towed.
You run.
You leave evidence.
You can’t control it.
As long as you avoid the collision universe.
You can still keep your ten year old car.
I could probably go back to my uncle’s house.
He has a room.
He told me to put my luggage in the corner.
With spider webs in that old cabin.
So run.
From the bee that is chasing me.
I like the taste of honey.
Sit in my car and eat a honey stick.
There are memories.
Even in the lake.
So that the whole lake is like a pill.
Which I can take anytime.
I probably didn’t do that on purpose.
Drive.
Into the collision universe.
The evidence left behind me.
Points to someone walking up the hill for help.
I have a ten year old car.
And drove it very far.
I fought at my old friend’s place.
Left a dead patch of grass that can’t be erased.
My uncle died two years ago.
I saw him somehow as the wind billowed.
In the collision universe.
Some cars are fixed.
And then there’s me.
My fake confidence
Could surely kill you,
Large and colossal,
A giant in its hard shell.
It clings to me,
Armor I didn’t choose,
A brittle shield
That I’ve painted gold.
I see your ego drilling into you,
Spiraling, twisting,
Digging deeper than you know.
There’s no turning back—
You’re tied to the tracks.
The iron bites,
A weight you thought you could carry.
The whistle is blowing,
Echoing through the air,
And the train is in the distance, growing.
Your defiance burns—
Eyes locked on mine,
But I see the cracks
You won’t let show.
And I stand there,
Feet planted,
Hands clenched at my sides.
Do I untie you?
Do I run?
Or do I stay and let the collision come?
Because when the train arrives,
It’s not just you.
My confidence stands too tall,
Too hollow,
To survive the blow.
And when the whistle fades,
What will be left?
Not us—
Only the tracks.
In extra-ordinary skies
Like celestial bodies we clashed,
Matter merged, energy unleashed.
In each one's heart a home we've found.
Forever bound, our hearts resound.
A clash of two beautiful galaxies,
Glittering diamonds swirling infinite light.
With a gravitational pull,
Through distance and time.
Cataclysmic waves in harmony.
Where turbulent depths met tranquil release.
I've heard her say "you are my Gold"
I only hope she knows that
She is a Goldmine herself.
I Can't trade her for anything in the world,
For, nothing equates the value I see in her.
I've heard fate's gentle whisper
"you are meant to be"
In echoes of eternity.
A symphony of our oneness envisioned.
As the time stands still,
Until our hands touch,
And our eyes meet.
A kick of an electric spark,
Of our love so Strong expands.
A soul holding cosmic fire,
I am fortified,
With the beauty beyond.
This is a love story, yet to be told,
A Kaleidoscope of moments to hold.
Seems the nation’s really worked up right now
Abortion, church-state, the ‘insurrection’ sow division
~ Heading for a full-on collision
Jet plane soaring into the blue
A flock of geese too
Bodies raining from the sky
A few dead geese too
Neutron binary star collision
Drifting in the ether, most of my adult life
Drawn toward a magnetar, she's a prototype
Exotic matter unimaginable, powerless to repress
Mercurial wondrous, one time star has turned goddess
Imploded onto my scene, light weeks ago
Contains only neutrons, emits an ovulating glow
Trapped in her energy, I've become a willing feeder
Stripping off my outer layers, every orbit I come nearer
Accretion disc envelopes me, she siphons off my matter
Relentlessly devouring, inexorably I'm growing flatter
An inverted death embrace, drains the life from me
Oozing radioactive plasma, overcome by gravity
Nothing left to give our marriage, togetherness remain
Resting on her surface, satisfying each others pain
Pulsating forever, orgasming every few seconds
Lovers radiate jets, ejaculation going errant
Originally written 08/30/21
2022 Poetry Marathon Mile 10 Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Mark Toney
07/27/22
three jet planes' smoke trail
collision course evident....
watching, waiting I ?
I wish life came with a manual script to assist us not to bleed while defining our emotions
I wish somehow when the word love is uttered, there is room left to ready one to bid farewell to welcome the departure of a loved one along with their feelings
I wish people never became victims of opening themselves up
I wish opening yourself up never meant opening wounds for collecting scars of love
Sometimes great things last for a moment and that is ok
I wish setting back time was possible for shutting feelings while detoxing away the poison filled in the world
Somehow words mean nothing when so much of hurtful ones can be uttered
I wish there was a way to ready our hearts for failure and live our lives to the fullest knowing that even if we bleed, our numbness can never portray death
Poet
Masego Nkuna
worlds collide
as whirlwinds
twirling churn
in their incessant dance
galaxies waltz around while
unrehearsed a minuet of stars
bounce where winds may blow
meandering
gliding sliding
on their elliptical courses
travel in stride
skating graceful
in mid air
AP: Honorable Mention 2021
(2021 remake is called Cosmic Dance)
Birds are in conflict with man's technology
It's an epic collision for ornithology
To these noble creatures we owe an apology
We hear bird language, we hear their song
Marveling at the music, we mimic along
Birds on earth are four hundred billion strong
A Bluejay's body smashed into asphalt
Pigeons begging on streets, humbling assault
Starlings trapped in stadiums await release
Jet engines regularly suck in our Geese
Falcons make nests up on skyscrapers
Atop utility poles Ospreys become nest makers
A Goldfinch quite naturally flies
Crashes my window and sadly dies
Shotgun pellets fly wildly at Quail
Our bond with nature could likely fail
For sixty million years birds show integrity
Now we witness avian declining prosperity
Humans need to think and do what's right
Find the balance so birds stay in flight
Head on collisions can not be predicted
At great speeds they are hard to avoid
People on the train sleep in their calm
Not for long when something goes wrong
North bound hits south bound boom!
Mr. Hobo makes the tracks his home
He stands upright for the special delivery
He looks left to see bright lights coming
Then the other way to see yet others
So much rapid illumination thrills him
He smiles and thanks God for his luck
Thanks God it was not two trucks
The impact creates enlightenment
If you must travel, go locomotive
Generally speaking from experience
It is a safer form of transportation
We can only surmise the reason why
People love to ride
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