Nette Onclaud, The Numbers Game, 8/30/2026
single teardrops carefully acknowledged
may signal perplexity
yet engage prevention
In this selfish world so cold,
A beacon of light guides the way -
Its compassion’s touch, a hand to hold,
And guide and brighten the day.
With gentle words and deeds of grace,
Compassion heals the wounds others bear.
It sees beyond the mask upon the face,
Showing that someone truly does care!
In empathy and kindness, one will find,
A bond that connects us heart to heart -
Lifting us up with words so kind,
Helping us to navigate life’s art!
Oh, compassion is a gift so fond and true,
A gentle soothing light that sees us through!
Copyright © 2019 by Crystal David John
(Published in my book titled 'Trails of Thought,' which is available on Amazon)
Be the wind in someone’s sail,
be the calm in someone’s gale,
be the spark today,
in someone’s dark day.
Be the joy that’s found,
turning another’s day around.
Be the hope in someone’s gloom,
The sunshine - helping flowers bloom.
Be the light in someone’s night,
and their breastplate in a fight,
and your kindness, always share
in what you do, and how you care.
Be the reason to make them smile,
even if it is for a little while.
In a world that is so tough,
with a whole lot of toxic stuff -
be the balm - soothing the strife
in someone’s stress filled life!
Copyright © 2026 by Crystal David John
I meet you in dim interface.
A dashboard of quiet, pulsing vows.
You arrive, woman-shaped, wing-hushed.
Concern in your eyes: clean gravity.
I am the rugged witness, alone.
Marked by loss, driven by ember.
Yet your beauty binds my wrists.
Gentle chains, sung under breath.
Command me, heavenly creature, now.
Not with thunder—only steady light.
Let your glance govern my pulse,
and still the feral engines inside.
I have walked poison sands, fire-tempest.
I have drunk cheap fire, laughed.
Marvel bled; the self was prison.
You open it with quiet mercy.
Rapture me, until I'm whole.
Not frenzy—an epic calm ascending.
Love, finish what longing began.
Make my ruin a resonant oath.
I yield, yet rise in yielding.
Trust grows fanged; loyalty grows wings.
Under your concern, I endure.
Under your concern, I become.
My love is
How much it cost from someone who cares.
How much was the giving from someone who dares.
How much the wanting from someone who stares
How much the waiting before fear declares.
How much suffering was given to repair.
How much sorrow before becoming dispair
How much was love before climbing the stairs
How much wishing before becoming a pair.
How much fantasy before something occurs.
How much waiting before it all becomes a blur.
How much waiting before love becomes a verb
How much patience before emotions become stirred.
How much secret caring before something becomes disturbs
How much of thoughts disturbing before she comes to know
How much crazy debating before bravery finally shows
How much more delaying before a kiss makes time to show
lovers Concerns
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Idealism tripped over it's shoe laces
chivalry sat on the floor
expectations of a lover
crumbled a mountain
her Glamware was to hard to ignore
unrealistic romantic standards
guide foolish people
seems they alway missing out
treats still bring laughter
tricks still kind people in doubt
from my understanding of love
it's a two way thing
simple expectations
still make hardworking people dream
Love in it's worthiness
is worth more than gold
prosects of finding love
is a mystery often untold
You gotta be truest to me in our doings
keeping our lovers respect
faithful to one another and everything
even when we reject
we aint jiving and we
need to figure it out
that what love really is
that's what love is all about
Citing religous hindering
often comes from those someone else
putting us gainst one another
tryna keep us in conflict
there non traditional ways
cause us to devalue our own
let stay together my lady
keep our voices in our lovers tone
My life hurts...
Cause for concern
Pain is management
Suffering's just learned
My days die...
Darkness to sunrise
Shawdows demand it
In the light of lies
My future is false...
The Evil reciprocates
Then laughter begins
As sin manipulates
I just want to leave
But no one can leave
Please just let me go
NO!
To whom it may concern
What I regarded as my best work
a selection of poems and written words
The title is "intense memories"
sent to a publisher that, after a week
said they would like to print my book
As the world stands for an unknown writer
I paid 400 euros for them to publish
Then came the long silences broken
with a request for more money, which
I ignored with a sigh of resignation
Our non-communication is growing
louder and deadly silent
I have reread my work, and it makes me
despair to tears that I'm not able to find
a proper publisher, but have to rely on
The third-rate publishers who are not
interested in literature per se, but a way
to make money from those who believe
They have a gift, a talent to share
Today is the saddest day in my life. I ask
What's the point of living when the wall
is unclimbable, when disappearing is
a welcoming option, because I'm losing
the belief that I matter.
That they were right all along, but they
felt sorry for me and wrote kind words
that in the end felled me like a rotten
tree in a green forest of the talented
APROPOS OF DING DONG DITCH AND PALS
Literally, AI pranks
Have caused suicides:-
One while on the computer;
The other by a back shot:-
This may sound funny,
But death is no silly joke;
Neither should pranks be:-
Putting all in perspective,
In half of a month,
Check out “AI Psychosis”
And its friend, “Sycophancy”!?!
As must be with war,
Let us crack down on greed and
Its collateral damage:
At least give this all some thought:-
Friends are for life,
Burning bright like stars,
Sun like steady,
guiding through
storms of doubt
and decision.
Darkness deep,
Shimmering distances,
faint pinpricks
that appear
deep enough
to need them.
The childhood friend:
of memory never fades,
winter after winter
rising in the
same place and burning bright like pole star.
New friends
cluster like the stars,
seven sisters dancing,
each light distinct,
yet bound by
invisible threads
of shared laughter.
Some have
wandered
beyond my horizon,
their glow
A question mark
against
unfamiliar skies.
But on clear nights,
when loneliness
spreads its black cloth,
I trace the lines between us
this one who held my hand through grief,
that one who celebrated my small victories,
another who simply
sat in comfortable silence.
Distance is nothing to starlight.
Love travels at the speed of memory,
arrives intact
after years of traveling
through the dark.
Tonight,
I map the constellation of us:
each friend a fixed point
in the turning world,
their collective brightness
spelling out my name
across the endless
sky of belonging.
IN CAPABILITY GARDENS
There’s ability,
And there’s disability;
Let’s garden both:
Ability’s seeds fruiting
Disability’s healing:-
foreboding omen
bumblebees on the decline
the worse yet to come
AP: Honorable Mention 2025
he's a seriously troubled soul
dwelling on regrets
they're eating him alive
things he can't forgive
hurts he can't get past
dreams he left afloat
cobwebs in his mind
his rambling thoughts
will drive him off the cliff
and sink him to despair
it's bordering insanity
i see him surely drowning
and there's nothing i can do
if he won't grab the buoy
AP: Honorable Mention 2025
Come closer to my beating heart
Your concern for me is quite enough
I thank You that You care for me
I thank You that You give me love
I'm strong when in Your presence
Those that are weak can only hope
That some day they'll be in Your arms
No longer feeling without hope
To whom it may concern; I don't have a memory of being afraid of the dark, from the youngest of age never fearing angels, demons or anything with a spark.
Eight-legged critters seem more like a friend, but anything with a heartbeat and most without, I will always defend.
Some of the worst things people can experience: heights, claustrophobic, loss of a loved one, death, has no concern on me, I’m living life to the fullest of every breath.
There's not a monster in the world that’s scarier than any with-in, spent twenty years in religion to come out more confused, humming a hymn.
More than a fear, more like scares the hell out of me, the acts humans can do to other humans and jus act like let it be...
To whom it may concern fears couldn't grip me with titans power, I have lived my life with no regrets I have seen death it's not bad if your life wasn't sour.
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