I came to walk and sit beside a gentle babbling brook.
Every nook and cranny deserves a closer prod and look.
It was uncanny where secrets hid unseen from the naked eye.
Until a gentle nudge uncovered treasures waiting nearby.
I probed to look far beyond the smooth stone faces.
Into the spaces between the cobbles, into their hidden places.
For canny people know that gold is found where fractures part.
They follow the cracks that lead onward to a broken heart.
So, by hook or by crook, every crack deserves its chance.
Every flaw needs far more than a quick sideways glance.
For gold dust never gathers in the nook of a perfect thing.
It waits until brokenness, finds its voice, and learns to sing.
The crannies and cracks let the daylight gleam through.
They ask to not be hidden away, nor discarded from view.
With patient hands, each fracture is traced with gold—
Until the cracked and broken become precious and bold.
Hither and thither
to there and beyond
wondering whence and wherefore.
Each way is scattered far and wide
lost in every crack, nook and cranny
until a withering wily wanton wind blows it.
To and fro, there and thence to yonder and back again.
For, not all paths that wander are lost
nor are lonely white cloud formations
with all the world is before them
meandering to hither thither
and yon.
Gazing out my window pane,
so much comes into view.
Is my sight a reality,
I really have no clue.
Raindrops dew on leaves,
flowers humming with bees,
a cardinal perched on the sill above,
and higher yet flies a dove.
Sun breaks overhead,
beams of light
bounce off this garden scene
vanishing into the shadows in between.
All creatures big and small
nestle into their nook or cranny,
safe and warm like a glowing hearth,
a place I should really fancy.
But now it's time to close these shutters,
throw down the sash, no words to utter.
I will go to bed and get some rest,
not to come back here, I think it best
Not a text book relic
Poetic look esoteric
Record book cleric
Off the hook balletic
Mesmeric cook aesthetic
Cranny & nook prophetic
Canny crook stratospheric
Which is why may be
Sitting top of the tree
The Saffa Gaffer
With a higher ABV
In formats all three
Above possibly Kohli
Greatest I did see
For me is probably A.B
Earth:
Take off from the mass
Grounding oneself means standing
Barefoot on the grass
Water:
Fills every cranny
Obscure holes are discovered
Circulates freely
Air:
Time to rise to heights
Flight welcomes the curious
Breathe in wise insights
Fire:
Light shining above
Beckoning all Cosmic kin
Through beams they all love
Spirit:
A dream sparks on Mars
Spirits beam us way up there
To converse with Stars
Dream:
Dreams give hope to all.
Why not fly upward in Space?
Bright elementals!
Goal:
I'm flying to Mars.
I am on Mars in spirit.
Will be there on foot!
Some people are always searching for happiness….
they look up, down…all around
as if happiness is a buried treasure…waiting to be found.
But what if we are already filled with happiness
and our heart is where we store it…
and once it is discovered
we find there’s no need searching for it.
Sometimes that happiness is hiding in our heart
and may be difficult to find
Hiding on the other side of a door…
we’ve yet to look behind.
Sometimes it may be silenced
when grief and sorrow fill the air…
but if we’re patient…over time
we find happiness is waiting there
And once we’re blessed to discover the happiness in our heart
in every cranny…crevice and nook
we tend to discover happiness
everywhere we look.
When winter comes and settles in,
I feel your absence more each day.
The silence fills the house where
there was once peace, joy and laughter.
The love we shared still permeates
every single little nook and cranny.
In my heart, you're still here with me.
AP: Honorable Mention 2025
I want you I need you I crave you I dream about you some say I'm obsessed I don't agree since they
don't know you like I do every crook and cranny I can count them there aren't many but the ones you
have I love with intensity imagine a drug you can't get enough of that's you for me
Do you even get it?
Micro-Nano Particles
Superior To Native Sand
In Resolve And Integrity
Settle In Every Vacant Cavity
Gorge In Every Innocent Orifice
Buttery Fill Every Nookity Cranny...
Until All The Natural Organics
Have Eaten Their Own
Down To This Giant Nub...
Fossil Reality
Modeled Strong-
To Outlast Desire.
-Gray Squirrel
06-19-2025
To the one I love
Just because...
And to those who love life
And those who love love!
Through every cranny, every crack
In every nook of every room
It seeks to fill the empty space
And lift the shadowed shade of gloom
So be it hastened by the heart
Or blessed by universal source
Without it, life would simply cease
So never doubt its mighty force
And you, my sweet, on every day
Give freely of your precious gift
And fill this bleak and barren void
To shatter darkness, sure and swift
Yes, it is light of which I scribe
Of which each crack and cranny holds
No matter where and in my heart
I feel the love that it enfolds
Around every corner
In every nick or cranny
The detail Oh the detail
Every worry, Every ounce of stress
Flows away, the smell smells like freedom
It looks all so calm
It's like a time machine once you open the door
Every texture, Every line, Every room
It is like you are living in another realm
It feels so still but yet so alive
A structure hundreds of years old still standing
Oh the wonders, the creativity
It makes you think how great the life we live
Oh the journey we will take
The world is filled with wondrous sights
majestic falls, Aurora’s lights.
Some wondrous structures men have made
have passed the test and made the grade.
The natural world with wonders filled
in every age has men’s hearts thrilled.
From the skillful design of the eye
to the beauty of a clear night sky.
In every cranny of God’s earth
surprise awaits and wonders flirt.
Which of these wonders of the eyes
will win the grandest of the prize?
Wonder of wonders ponder with me,
God garbed in flesh how can it be?
Eternal God confined to time,
Ruler of heaven, trapped in earth’s clime.
Infinite power in a helpless babe,
born of a virgin, a daughter of Abe.
Wonder of wonders ponder with me
God in flesh dying, on Calvary’s tree.
William Lewis woke up one day to see
a jungle, frightening and dark,
not knowing how he had arrived there
or which way he should embark.
He heard the stirrings of strange creatures
in every cranny and nook.
There was fear, violence, and aggression
in all directions his eyes took.
In trepidation, he wondered, "where am I?",
as he got ready for a fight.
"Is this another planet, or is this Hell?"
he asked and slogged the bitter night".
Just then, he was interrupted by a voice
that informed William as it spoke,
"Your free trial has been completed.
It's time that you awoke."
Upon hearing this, he remembered
he had signed up to see,
given it was the year 2125,
"How is the new virtual reality?"
The legal team and marketers decided,
based on this beta trial,
a warning label must be attached
stating the risk of experiences, vile.
We search through the contents of your brain
and take what we can find,
WARNING: THE WORLD THAT YOU WILL LIVE IN,
IS A REFLECTION OF YOUR MIND.
Written By: D. Collins 11/22/24
Now that we’re up in it, speak your mind.
Say whether or not you had a good time?
We cut no corners down there in the “Boot”.
Hit every nook, cranny, and opening chute.
Did I hit that spot that makes you scream?
Make you tense up and deliver cream?
You can say I didn’t but I know what’s true.
I brought some ILL-NA-NA up out of you.
Some days I am twelve or thirteen
Other days I am eight or nineteen
Age is nothing at all, which I have now seen
Glad to be an artist and poetry queen
I have no advice for you, for I do not live your way
Except to enjoy every nook and cranny of every day
Be yourself, and never be afraid to play
Dancing is great, if your ankles will sway
I say to my youngers, do everything you want to do now
I have trouble walking in pastures, out to my cow
take the trips, and eat that sweet, fattening chow
do things that amaze others, make them say “wow!”
Seventy is the new fifty, is what I heard last week.
Fifty was never the age that I planned to seek.
Do what you want, never be too mild or meek
Seventy likes to sit with bare feet in the creek.
Some days you will feel like twelve or twenty-two.
This is quite normal; I know. I am seventy-two.
Do whatever you need for your soul to do.
to be the best you; to be the best YOU.
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