Terse Verse
Verse light and free,
Delight for me.
Why can't I ever find happiness
Is that too much for me to ask
Happiness seems to elude me
It's in depression where I bask
I believe my emotions all left
There is nothing that I can feel
I'm stuck with this numbness
With it I'm trying to learn to deal
Why am I forced to live this way
With a life that's well below par
With each day that passes me by
My heart gains another scar
Why is it for me any happiness
It's always just out of my reach
Depression built a wall around me
That happiness is unable to breach
Someone tell me what I'm to do
With this waste of a life that I live
I've tried everything known to man
I have nothing else im able to give
I'm so tired of searching for answers
There's none available that I see
I truly believe I'd be more well to do
If I were to end it and no longer be
I'm too tired to keep on fighting
The same drawn out fight
With my life is finally over
It will be my life's only Delight
Each day, for me, is an endless delight.
Rainbows of optimism enchant my sight.
Like monsoon drizzles, fullness flows and floods.
Worlds of hope are seen in the blooms and buds.
There's an unknown stir in my inmost soul.
A weird whirl curls and furls my hidden goal.
A sunbeam silently enters my shrine.
Like gold in the sun, my heart and mind shine.
New blood of change flows through new flesh and veins.
The environs are in mirth, freed of pains.
As the grace of the divine fills the earth
Physique and psyche gain constant new birth.
chocolate tonight
vanilla ice cream delight
clock late wait sleep tight
A book by the fireplace
warm welcome for the arrival of autumn
~ quiet evenings of blessed solitude
Wordku: 5-7-5 words
AP: Honorable Mention 2025
delight entered the room in a bouncy way
it had a ponytail and a giggle that warmed my soul
optimism which had died a while ago raised its head
wanting to be listened to, struggling to survive
I felt warmed and happy despite my depression
joy danced around, hopping and singing
who was this child? an angel sent by God perhaps
Her eyes were deeply brown; she was a miracle.
She uplifted and rejuvenated my spirits
bringing me back to my former glory
saturday outing
antique show and flea market
a hoarders delight
homespun ice cream
for children of all ages
~ love on a spoon
AP: 3rd place 2025
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a witch with a grumpy face,
grinning in her shadowed place.
“Fire burn, and cauldron bubble,”
she cooks up mischief-- trouble, and trouble!
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Poet's Note:
Inspired by timeless folklore and Shakespeare’s famous chant, “Fire burn, and cauldron bubble,” I wanted to bring out the fun and eerie sides of witchcraft.
I am a girl, and pink is okay
but orange is my delight
Give me orange or nothing at all
I like it in polka dots, plaids, and paisleys
Stripes are not my favorite, but I would take stripes
If it included the color orange
If you want to give me a combination of colors
I lean toward the preteen magazine covers of the early seventies
orange, pink and yellow would be the perfect choice for me
I would take them in a couch, throw pillows, or a new car.
If it is a car, please make it a Volkswagen bus.
I am a hippie.
Roadside Lilies Hiku 45
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yearning for human sight.
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Stars in the night I see
Scenery so sightly
Some are twinkling brightly
Small ones showing lightly
Staring at them nightly
Structure holds some tightly
Softly they delight me
How I hate it when they call me a clown,
Yet I can't help but make people laugh.
It comes unbidden, needing no invitation —
As though a trove of jokes is placed in my mouth.
Often I try to bridle my face and talk tough,
But when a flume of gloom drowns spirits deep down,
Then my sense of humour becomes their salvation —
A spring of joy that quenches sorrow’s drought.
Time has taught me that humour holds a balm ~
It lifts the weight boredom lays on minds.
It brightens paths in life's dark forlorn mines,
And lifts me too, when others' jokes make me smiles.
Humour sheds tears when no cry’s in mind,
It soothes loneliness with enduring calm.
A cashless payment offered sorrow as a fine,
A thrill that ricochets through veins for miles.
A chapter of me should wear the clown's toga proud,
Since joy and radiance my humour brings to faces,
A talent that needs no stress to express,
The reason my presence delights all and sundry.
Shine the light
Day or night
Make it bright
You just might
Want to write
Black and white
It's alright
Bite the fight
Make it right
I like you, I like you, I like you alot
Is it just me or is it getting hot?
Red boots, black jeans, black top, cat's meow
Give me that milk and I'll drink it right now
A smile that causes this man's heart to melt
Eyes that are piercing, your gaze can be felt
A trip out to Nashville, one afternoon there
Listening to music, in my mind a pair
Living my dream of enjoying a day
Out with you, how I so wanted to stay
But think and remember I do every night
What a pleasure it was, you were such a delight
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