Apricot pies have been hard to find,
for a while now,
And those one can find are seldom
worth getting to know.
McDonald's no longer have apricot pies,
Despite my many sighs.
Buying apricots and making my own,
But with prices that only make me groan,
As I ask a mate for a loan.
It took me many years,
And lots of tears,
As pie after pie,
Failed to catch my eye,
But I finally found an apricot pie,
That was worth the buy,
Came in a cardboard box of four,
I gave them the maximum score.
As they came in their own tin foil tray,
Which saved the cleaning of an oven tray,
And that's all I have to say,
Except as to the makers of an apricot pie,
that caught my eye,
I will only lie,
To protect my supply.
It's lonely on a pedestal.
It's hard when failure is no option.
Everyone deserves a guardian angel.
Wordku: 5-7-5 words
AP: Honorable Mention 2026
Fascinated, Gainfully Harnessed, Impishly Joyful
Again, a contest I can't deny.
There's someone though, who makes me grateful
While I sit and ponder, knowing my.
Kind, Loyal, Muse, Nicely Observes
My constant request for her inspiration.
By finding words this poem deserves
Through her obliging communication.
Perusing Quests Requires Studious Time
To edit, correct, some lines rearrange.
Ensuring then my end words all rhyme
Therefore, deliberate lines to exchange.
Unquestioned Victory, With Xenial Yes!
Together my muse and I agree.
These words are ours, but now confess
My secret muse is really like me!
Everyone deserve
Person that can make their heart
Forget their bad past.
My hands are tainted, painted with regret and stained with caution
I wish to love like no tomorrow, sorrow borrows my will
Green tea shots, forgot, but not by choice of heart
My mind plagued by longing, belonging to the songs unsung
Written in place, face facts I’m not privy to know, it shows
My knowledge based on life, strife and years of poison luck
Dreams of love in serenade, barely made with thoughts of reality
Trial begins in part, start to live, full stop, new beginning, and forever after then
-s.grace
I heard someone saying you deserve
to be happy as well
But they we're talking over my shoulder
Once an object of wrath
And deserving hell's fire
But Jesus took my bath'
Conflagration of God's ire
So an enemy no more;
I'm brought into God's fold
Carried through His door
And out of night's cold
He calls me His child
His heir and His bride
Though once an orphan wild
Now seated at Christ's side
And soon He'll return
When salvation's complete
When no longer I'll yearn
For His own face I'll meet!
An exquisite feminine beauty with overt shyness
Soft body curves with charming face hiding wishes
Lulling secret desires but withholding emotional surge
Delicately weak, can’t boldly meet the masculine urge
1.1.2019
"Fear is a slinking cat I find beneath the lilacs of my mind." - Sophie Tunnell
“I deserve to be happy”
they said, jaws set
determination
eyes glazed
Selfish Ones seeing only
what they wanted to see
tunnel-vision of mind's eye
narrowed down to one word
“Happy”
while others' protests
were utterly unheard
Thinking they could
by sheer determination
set themselves free
from the rest
of society
suspending
laws of nature
like drops of water
falling into a lake
yet failing to make
a ripple on the surface
or rings extending outward
...that their actions
would cause no reactions
outside of themselves
But repercussions
and consequences
shown on faces
in painful winces
worry-lines and tears
from failed investments
of time spent, years
broken beings
bearing witness
to quiet devastation
their lives crowded out
displaced and crushed
by the Selfish Ones'
overwhelming
entitlement
their right
their claim
on the happiness
they so “deserved”
And now the others
also suffer from a sort of
tunnel-vision, mind's eye narrowed
down to the other word
“Deserve”
for what could they possibly
have done to deserve this?
When all they wanted
was a little fragment
a slight share
of happiness in life
with someone
who cared?
I want to run away from this place
The mushrooms grew in a perfect circle
My fear is of myself
I have heard there is evil inside those rings
So I can never escape it
Even seeing one, a bad omen
It is spidered through my insides
I take a deep breath
It is odious
I step to the middle
Fear fills me up
I am frozen, paralyzed
and it spews from me
Is this evil I feel?
Infectious, it spreads to any near
Yes
I am a disease
I contaminate
and I destroy
I am an evil force
I deserve to die
I deserve to die
Am I deserving
Or am I not
Do I deserve to behappy or do I not
Or have I lost the plot
Once I start asking, how do I stop
And am I worthy of a place at the top
Or should I to the bottom drop
Are others more deserving of a slot
And how do I the difference spot
Are we all equally deserving or not
Should I plot another's downfall to get to the top
Or should I be grateful for what I have got
Even if I feel I deserve the lot
Am I deserving or am I not
Can you help me or not?
Or are you in the same spot
Could it be that the question is a load of rot?
And ask it we should not
As it will lead us away from our friends a lot
So am I deserving of any slot
Sometimes yes and sometimes not
The only thing I can safely plot
Is helping others a lot.
What you’re asking, is more than I can give-
What you deserve, is more than I can muster-
You’re an amazing guy, with a sense of humor like no other-
You brighten the darkest of days with just a smirk-
What you’re needing, is more than I can bear-
I can’t stand to see you falter because of my unwillingness-
I don’t wish to be a hindrance to your joyful disposition-
What you’re asking, is more than I can give-
What you’re deserving, is more than I can bear-
So reluctantly I let you go-
In the name of love I set you free-
I gave you away into the hands of a more deserving man.
this soul i don't deserve
i stomp it through the ground
take this chain and practice your latest studies on the effects of flagellation
when it is to late to mend a broken heart, regret is life acid in the eye of your life
my chapped lips prevent me from speaking clearly
my cracked asking keeps me from freely moving
this conscience i won't preserve
i toss it in the blackest water i wait for it to drown
eventually i go on with life finding the seat still warm where you found me
when i sit in it to reclaim and recall, suddenly Somebody does the job for me....
Dear Love, I Would
Your lips would make,
For a gentle kiss
Your arms would make
For the perfect hug.
Your hand would make,
A perfect fit for mine
You're the one I would love
To have beside me now.
You're the one I want,
To share my heart and life with
I wish I knew what I did
To deserve you showing up?
Because I would do it again!
deserving a kiss
surely mind becomes upset
when one's cool heart miss
gummy kiss of wife
so sweet and so nice that warms
invites deep sleeping
Kiss's always of love
hides in for loved one's pain
it's a kind of bliss
Dirty feeler's kiss
may be anybody else
better it's to miss
"A Kiss is just a kiss" Poetry contest
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