Blown along this windward stretch
Dressy shadowy
As light of step, skied a-twirl
Savour each birch-girl.
Swept, enriched, up in whose fame
Dazzles ghostily
Now to whose art converted
Pavlova's; well-bred.
daylight dims, sun drowns
darkness deepens, light beams drift
devilish shadows dance
dusk descends, daredevils debouch
drowsy dachshund dozes
dahlia dreams dash or dawdle
dreamy dusk dazes and dazzles
Written 5th Aug 2026 for weekly poetry competition. August 3rd 2026 to August 9th 2026
I am a tall American Sweetgum Tree
Star- shaped leaves colours of purple yellow and red
Graceful ~ loved by all
Robins land on my branches
Sweetly serenade me
Songs of joy sharing nature’s love
Children skip round me giggling
I am head tree guarding the Magical Forest
Unicorns, fairy’s ~ even goblins love me
People come hug me and tell me they love me
Majestic mountains bow to me
Magical kingdom is place to be
Castle glistens in the sunshine
At night owls hoot to me
Lights surround me showing my beauty
I love all seasons especially winter
Snow dazzles and sparkles on me
People from all over world photograph me
Lionel Messi of Argentina by Adejola Joseph.
A mystery on the pitch
Little shorty conjuring the magical moment
The ball on his foot is like a sticker on your car
Messi is a monster
If he takes the ball from the center field
He dribbles five without losing his posture
He dazzles you
He entertains you
The he shocks you!
Messi creates something out of nothing
The only hope in hopeless situation
Never beaten until the final whistle
Messi
The magical Messi!
Thanks the stars I exist in your time
I witnessed the modern era of great and interesting football.
Messi
The magical Messi!
Prof Adejola Joseph. Nigerian poet laureate. Ijesha born poet laureate. 08136798381.
The darkness spreads with night fall
The objects in the far sky look so small.
The dark sky is lighted up with the moon
That's God's blessing and boon.
The moon dazzles bright,so high
It appears bigger than stars to eye.
The radiance of moon spread far and wide
The heart longs to take the sky ride.
The moons appears like a diamond, rich and rare
Yet,never fails,it's brightness to share.
The phases of moon is a wonderful journey
Though at first it seems tiny.
In the night sky,moon is a glory
With a silver light,like a luminescent corry.
A Bird-of-Paradise displays
and dances into naïve heart.
Its plumage dazzles, bright arrays—
a Bird-of-Paradise displays.
The spell seduces, now betrays;
desire and danger play their part.
A Bird-of-Paradise displays
and dances into naïve heart.
Borealis
Dazzles in hued roulette --
Tinsels gushing in full glory
Then, like cosmic whirlind
...She fades gently
Gently rain trickles and drizzles.
It drenches all the whole night through.
Sunrise dazzles in the morning.
Wordku: 5-7-5 words
AP: Honorable Mention 2026
If you ask me who my favorite artist is,
I’d say you’d find his canvases in my archive.
In framed landscapes of the auburn meadow,
pathways are swathed by sheath of amber leaves.
The blooming garden lined by the winding frail fence,
fading away in the horizon like the miasma of memory,
trailing the contours of fashioned imagery to the infinity.
The sunburst sky shimmers with the absorbed silence,
soaked up by the ambling clumps of crimson clouds.
A lone bird flies infatuated over the tinged thicket,
the wrought wings scaling the sapphire sky still.
The ardent portraits of nameless vibrant faces,
capture the poignant motif of anguish and ecstasy.
Feminine beauty fixated in chromatic motif of fervor,
dazzles with the passionate hues of the artist’s obsession.
If you ask me who the fervent artist is,
I’d say he is the possessed me.
snow is exquisitely beautiful
when it is fresh, it dazzles like rhinestones
rivaling water droplets on a spider’s web
snow is pristine before we make steps in it
she brings a magic
replicated by nothing else
refreshing, enlightening, revitalizing
she changes the ambiance of air and field
nothing changes a day as fast as pristine white snow
The Flag was lifted—like a Veil—
To hide a trembling Sky—
And underneath—unspoken Griefs—
Went marching quietly by—
Two Figures stood upon the Stage—
With Banners made of Sound—
They scattered Thunder for Applause—
While Silence soaked the Ground—
The Crowd—divided by a Hue—
As Petals are by Frost—
Mistook the Spectacle for Truth—
And did not count the Cost—
For Power is a curious Flame—
It dazzles—and consumes—
And feeds upon the Common Air—
Unlit the Garden tombs—
Yet Conscience—small and stubborn Star—
Refuses still to set—
It pricks the Dark with silver Why—
Lest We—and They—forget—
Do people lie to each other — because —
Truth — is too bright — a Star —
That dazzles — eyes accustomed —
To softer — Shadows — are —
Do people lie — because — they fear —
That naked — Words — might bleed —
Or — Hope — like fragile Porcelain —
Might crack — beneath the need —
Do people lie — to keep — the Peace —
Where Tempests — long — have stirred —
To smooth — the rough — Humanity —
With one — unfaithful Word —
Do people lie — for Love — perhaps —
To guard — another’s Pain —
And — in the tender Falsehood — find —
A mercy — dressed — in Shame —
Yet — Truth — like Morning — patient stands —
Behind — the curtained Sky —
And — one by one — we lift — the Veils —
To see — what cannot — Lie —
He locked eyes with the bull as he confidently waved his cape before its horn, embracing a poetic mindset.
No contest, no punctuation, no classifications, this bull is going down!
Who truly cares about fleeting fame and fortune? These are merely transient things. I am a pop star, a mantra commanding the ring. I break free from confinement, embodying strength greater than a lion and speed surpassing a racehorse as the bull charges with fury.
Now, fear begins!
The bull’s horn glistens brilliantly in the sunlight, while the matador’s flamboyant costume dazzles.
Moments of truth unfold in the arena—el memento de la verdad—his life or my life, a choice of degradation or entertainment?
I am the matador, the conqueror of bulls.
I heard a Peacock boast — aloud —
Of Feathers — finer — than the Cloud —
He preened — before the Mirror — wide —
And found — himself — Deified —
He passed the Sparrow — in the lane —
With not a nod — nor hint of pain —
Oblivion — his only peer —
Except — the Echo — in his ear —
He climbed — a Twig — of borrowed Grace —
And shook — when Wind disturbed his Place —
For Pride — is brittle — as a Star —
That dazzles — but — does not go far —
The wiser Owls — in dusky Trees —
Surveyed — his Fall — with silent ease —
And whispered — “Dust — resumes — with breeze.”
City light dazzles the eyes of man
But the spell of corruption has an iron hand
It blocks the truth and holds one down
Till chaos and confusion is only found
Children are born innocent and pure
Have no way out of the lure
Generations of greed, jealousy and pain
Create a state of living in vain
The universal law holds the key
The door is open for all to see
A thread of hope can guide ones stay
For those who wish to improve their way
Choose each stepping-stone with care
For every action the soul will wear
Return to the core of one’s true self
Truth, compassion, tolerance is true wealth
1992, a precious teaching was revealed
The great universal law, Falun Dafa is real
Truth can arouse the deepest of souls
Return to one’s true self is the ultimate goal
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