Quality time being the ultimum.
Joy, love and togetherness wrapped into one.
Creating valued memories to cherish.
Wordku: 5-7-5 words
AP: 3rd place 2026
I want to be less than skin.
Less than breath.
I want my body to fold into itself
Until it’s just memory
A faint outline on a sheet
No one changes anymore.
I want my stomach to eat itself.
I want my hunger to be louder than love,
Louder than reason, Louder than the voice
That says please stop.
I want my bones to rise like truth.
My spine to feel like a ladder
I climb out of this flesh.
I want my thighs to stop touching
To stop reminding me I exist.
I want the scale to tell me
I’m good.
To count calories
Like confessions.
I want to earn my emptiness.
To earn the right to wake up dizzy
And call it progress.
I want the scale to be my altar and
Need it to tell me
I’m closer to salvation.
I want my skin to bruise from blankets.
I want my hair to fall like petals.
I want my organs to whisper
Enough
And I want to whisper back
Not yet.
I want to be the kind of sick
That makes people look away.
The kind of thin that makes them think
She’s not going to make it.
I want to be the kind of girl
Who disappears and
No one knows how to stop it.
And I want that more than
I want to be okay.
~~~
along life's journey
simple joys are the gems
to be stockpiled and amassed
opportunities are simply
bits of freedom to blossom
into time well savoured
AP: 3rd place 2025
Not now
Too busy
Much to do
Lot on my plate
Later
Later
Later
Maybe tomorrow
Maybe next week
Maybe on the weekend
Maybe if I can find the time
Later
Later
Later
Got important things to do
Gotta concentrate
Gotta focus
Got too much going on
Later
Later
Later
When there’s time
When I get a minute
When I can
When I have the energy
Later
Later
Later
I’ll be there when it matters
When it’s important
When it counts
You can depend on me!
Later.
I cannot bear it
I have blocked out daylight
from my bedroom.
A beautiful Spring is coming,
but the dead come with it.
Every year bodies slide into the earth,
the daffodils sprout,
unearthed trumpets blare -
an ominous silence.
Here in Ohio, the Miami Indians
built mounds
in the form of a serpent.
They understood that Spring
was both hungry and dangerous.
The elders were resigned.
They knew that Spring
arrives with a newly sharpened knife.
The warming season, so mild and welcoming,
quickly plows under another winter,
and death works the plow.
Close only counts
in horseshoes
and hand grenades,
but you never
even tried!
Vast wealth knows not it is poor
Poverty is never quite sure
Count children as a king counts gold
~ multiply by a thousandfold
vividness
movement
&colour
flow
in
semi-wild
vitality
abbreviated
panoramic
wide-screen
wonders
of
partial
figurations
in
abstracted
scenes
Trinkets and treasures, given away
Something for nothing, what can I say?
Jewelry or gold
Some artwork of old
A gift for someone on my mind today
Shopping, searching, a second hand store
Pirate and pilfer, the bargains galore
A want or a need
Obsession or greed
It all depends what you're looking for
Recycle a relic, admire an antique
Killing some time, in a brownstone boutique
Whatever the find
Be it crude or refined
A gift for a friend, guaranteed unique.
Daniel Turner
It is not the size of your contribution that counts in this life,
But your willingness to contribute that counts in this life.
It is not how hard you try in this life that counts,
But the number of times you try in this life that counts.
It is not how much others are prepared to give that counts in this life,
It is how much you are prepared to receive that counts in this life.
It is not how many times you smile in this life that counts,
But how many times you make others cry in this life that counts.
He lived according to his creed,
he missed events that caused endless tears;
he was only present in tragedies...
did he really expect to be freed
from foolish thoughts that didn't know extremes,
showing no effort to make them realistic dreams?
Lonely is the one who counts days
and watches parades of laughing clowns,
giving him a momentary relief from sadness;
he won't march and reveal all feelings
with a laughter that breaks screams:
he has chosen solitude over friends!
Even now he regrets he wasn't the best,
but a mediocre man struggling and still wishing
he can own all without dedication and sacrifice;
all he does is curse fate and beat his chest...
while other keep their faith and go on living:
can he be kind to himself and not pay any price?
Lonely is the one who counts days
reading books instead of writing plays
to experience human consciousness;
how long can he live in remoteness?
Go and find him where he stands,
talk him out of painful loneliness!
I let it slip away like a fistful of sand
I let my life slip away!
I sit at a crossroads
counting cars whizzing by,
I lie underneath a tree
counting bees buzzing
in and out of a beehive,
I sit by a flowing stream
counting fish swim upstream,
I hover over a molehill
counting moles making burrows,
I sit in a confession booth
counting people’s sins,
I look at the clock
counting the ticking of time,
Often at night
I lie on the rooftop
counting the stars;
Now old and senile,
I look back at my life, and I wonder...
Oh, how the heck did I let all those years
go by unaccounted for?
~04/30/23
~Contest: I Let it Slip Away...
~Sponsor: John lawless
Water Water everywhere,
We cannot live without it anywhere.
It is a vital resource,
Which is of utmost use.
But we pollute it and make it dirty,
Without thinking about the situation that without it we will
become thirsty.
Keep it clean or you will be sick,
Leading to so many diseases that will happen very quick.
It comes from clouds in the sky,
Falls on land for water supply.
We can neither add it
Nor subtract it.
For it is a continuous cycle of water
Which cannot be stopped ever.
We use water for so many things,
So why don’t we realise that it’s our duty to conserve before it
leads to its strange occurring.
Programmes and Social awareness have been made among
people about water conservation,
Which has taught many people that our tomorrow is saved only
when we do water preservation.
People are actively taking part in water conservation
By practicing rain water harvesting, afforestation and adopting
sprinkler irrigation.
~Deveshi Hans
The Devil went up to Georgia
In search of Lucrezia Borgia
His thoughts were obscene
But she was plain mean,
"Georgia just wants to disgorge yuh!"
Write for the pure joy of
writing.
Sing and dance your own
word songs.
It matters not,the applause
you get.....
If you really, really like your
poems, it's like holding a
beloved pet!
Your gift is from God above.
So coffee up,and settle down.
Leave all vanity behind!
And when the day's sun is at rest,
God will give you His sparkling trophy,
For you, doing your very poetic best!
4/9/2021
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