The Universe—no Hourglass—
Unspills its silent Sand—
No Final Bell—no Curfew rung—
By any mortal Hand—
It keeps its Secrets—like the Sea—
That never quite admits
Whether it ends—or merely folds
Its Shores to other Fits—
A Star—may seem to Perish—
Yet only learns to Hide—
As Truth—when pressed by Time—slips on
An Everlasting Side—
If Birth be but a Door ajar—
And Death—another Frame—
Then Motion is Eternity
And Stillness—just a Name—
I ask no Priest—nor Telescope—
To certify the Whole—
The Infinite—confides itself
In Pulses—felt by Soul—
So let the Theorist—be still—
And hear what Silence knows—
The Eternal—does not Argue—
Where it simply—Goes—
The First Cause is our Heavenly Loving God
More intimate than any of this sod.
His Holy Spirit abides
Like the Life-Sap confides
And purifies at the root,
From head to foot.
Beneath the amber dawn and autumn hues,
a cabin hides where forest touches shore;
its chimney breathes a puff of whitish blue
a sign of warmth behind its worn wood door.
The lake reflects the calm of autumn’s sphere,
as early morning mist hangs in the air;
and ripples, echoing the fading year,
sedately disappear as if not there.
Within the timbered walls a peace resides,
a place to gather thoughts as seasons wane;
I reminisce the dreams my mind confides
and pen the moments of my life’s refrain.
So let me dwell where autumn’s breath is slow
and write the rhymes no summer song could know.
October 21, 2025
My dear, I share with you a truth:
A life lesson I have lived.
Discretion is valor, a silent shield,
A strength that guards the heart revealed.
Be not the man who parrots all he hears,
Who, finding no one to tell,
Confides in the door.
He's a fool lost in words that wound and bore.
Let discretion be your strength—
Bridle your tongue with care,
Let intuition guide your ear,
Be perceptive, be aware.
God may have endowed such a man
With heavenly graces,
But the ruin of him will be
His own endless talk, so careless and vain.
To know what holds value for another
Is a burden not for faintest minds;
A sacred trust to keep,
A treasure in silence deep.
Discretion defines character—
Be the safe where secrets sleep.
Be eager to listen and to grasp,
But slow to speak.
In this wisdom, your honor will last.
Valiant are the lips that stay sealed
Even at the tempest of awkwardness.
The person who calls, calls to the person who hears.
The person who asks, asks the person who listens.
The person who confides, confides in the person to trust.
But the person who boasts, boasts to anyone.
She’s the power in his powerless her less is more, at the core of her beliefs her restraint begs for more, she’s the sanctuary he confides in when his wounded are to many. The lifetime and the life long the struggle and the believing. Coaxing remedies to his wicked, her grieving is relieving. The shame of his regret is saddled to her forgotten. Steadfast in forgiveness remorseful in his needy giving out her touch she is willing but she is greedy. Lacking thoughts of orange turn to burdens of her gray. Her warning tracks are half way spent she left a life of more demeaning, as meanings more she frees her pour to full of half retreating, in glistening grace she showed her face and showed shame its retreating.
Loneliness has no friend itself
It dwells in the shadows
Hide in the empty walls
Waiting for one sad loner
It exist within a lost soul..
Not a number of people scare it out
Parties and bashes it waits more
Until the end it ends every session
Loneliness knows where it's welcomed
It doesn’t wait for a proper invitation…
Wherever it finds a space it confides
Whenever it feels comfortable
It gives its own comfort
It is not ashamed or shy away
Loneliness shows confidence
Where its point and validity feel safe…
Away from home
It waits for you to come home
In school at church
Itknows your moment of return
It doesn’t bother it is patient
Loneliness knows where to find you…
Your education doest scare it
Your laughter doesn’t shake it off
It gets glued it stays long
Loneliness get away with its way
It knows who needs it most always…
Special reasons roll with the seasons
Influence flows in silent confluence
Reach for the sky then breathe a sigh
As dreams ascend and hopes ride high
Power glides where thought resides
Creativity ever so gently confides
But in the shuffle we lose our way
Overlooked voices quietly stray
Feathers get ruffled, nerves unwind
Only the numb seem not to mind
Anger bubbles a storm inside…
Act now before it won't subside
Inordinate
Construction terminology limits interaction and
Obstinate theory considered heating
Cursory exam investigates
Finance
While article confides in history
Another letters still
Placement of interaction causes excess time?
Employees are not in a large building
Only resolved in exposure to smaller liens
Stocks and Bonds are Complexity
stress is the monkey on my back
the load that keeps on giving
i see my chiropractor for a crack
when he confides the secret is forgiving
AP: Honorable Mention 2025
She has no friends
Tells me this via text at 1:43 a.m.
I barely know her
A sliver of barely
She says her father has recently passed
Confides that she has no friends, no support group
She had spent her life helping her father
I find out later that her father has been gone twelve years
That is enough blubbering, wailing and keening for most.
She is not most.
God would eat giant marshmallows the size of mountains, I think.
He would turn up his nose at leftovers thrown down the sink.
Lollipops and popsicles would be easy for him to reach.
Lined up in his bedroom, next to his pet llama, Screech.
God would devour tuna and salmon, but leave beef to us.
Red meat is a killer, he confides to his servant, Gus.
He loves key lime pie, goes to Florida incognito to buy it.
Was in line next to you yesterday, please don’t have a fit.
German chocolate cake with coconut icing is a favorite of His.
He drinks twenty-two cream sodas daily, if they have extra fizz.
God is a sweet-eater, he loves sugar, and honey.
Salt is also a favorite; he buys potato chips when he finds money.
Every thought grew quiet,
As the flakes fell across the hills.
The mountains seemed to promise –
A winter wonderland was guessed.
Every moment fell silent,
As the wind blessed with prayers
For those of us who rely on –
The gentleness of God’s grace.
Every joy spread stillness,
As the white of winter smiled,
Coloring the hills in sensations –
Amazing, so we feel like a child.
Every sound writes its story,
As the music of hope confides,
Whispering gentle details –
About a peace that will ever survive.
Every life feels the wonder,
As the hills turn to soft white.
This is winter’s sweet enjoyment –
And its song, a shadow of faith.
Every darkness turns hopeful,
As the winter blesses her peaks.
Rising beyond the silvery glory –
Soundless images of God’s artwork.
Every lesson brings a promise,
As the night calls to the moon and stars,
Leaving a promise of heavenly light –
Pouring over the skies so beautiful.
Every winter I feel His kiss,
As the echo of twilight fades.
And, forever, I’ll feel His love –
Surrounding me as I praise!
Oh young woman still searching for love
Oh young woman reaching for what’s above
Now young woman what’s out in front of you?
Now young woman what are you to do?
So lovely that the men won’t leave her be
So lovely for that one man ought to see
See her not feeling her best today
See her later when she needs to get away
Be with her when she needs someone close
Be with her when she confides in you the most
She can afford a smile but you can’t with a dime
You would know this if you’d take the time
Take the time to know her and show her
What she means to you
When she leans in towards you.........
Just let her know
If I may serve the One
Who silenced the darkness,
Sent peace to the spirit,
Overcame the fears
If I may serve Him,
The kindness who abides,
The gentle in my life,
The music who confides
If I may serve the King
Who taught me everything,
To love and hope and believe,
To never give in to grief
If I may serve my Savior,
The Master, the Maker,
The One who is light,
Who always satisfies
If I may serve Him well,
Avoiding the fires of hell,
Because He is my life,
God’s Son, whose sacrifice…
Gave me a second chance,
To love, to hope, to trust,
To know the One who came
So that my heart would change.
If I may serve Jesus Christ,
The King, the hope, the light
I’ll know the meaning of life,
To glorify the One who decides…
When I’ll begin my new life,
With Him, in paradise!
Death is not the worst end…
To die without Jesus,
would be inconceivable…
To die without Jesus – that is unthinkable!
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