Like chattering magpies we flock, we preen, we groom
We gather shiny bits and pieces to feather our nests
And then we tarnish them with neglect or abuse
Or lose them, distracted by the next one
We've already collected the prize sought by all
Not the God given one, that's free will
Which has been given freely to all
What we do with it is up to us
Little random acts of kindness
Leaving behind a trail of good deeds
~ scattered seedlings of renewed hope
Wordku: 5-7-5 words
AP: 3rd place 2025
We don't know where we're going to
"Heaven or hell"
But we know where we're coming from
We know our roots, our very foundation
We don't know what the future holds for us
But we're not the substance of our circumstances.
We don't know how long
But we know it is certain
Because change occurs anytime
It's not very fast, but it's steady
Because what comes faster, goes sooner
What comes slowly, stays longer.
We don't know how big it is
But we know it can never be small
Because we've never played the mediocre
Never settle for anything if not the best
What it takes to do big, is also what it takes to do small
Discipline and determination makes the difference.
Vive la différence
couples complement each other
balancing the scales
one will play the jokester
clown and storyteller
the other acts as sidekick
filling in if there are gaps
they juggle and finesse their roles
managing an equilibrium
thus the introvert and extrovert
weave their life in harmony
AP: Honorable Mention 2025
After all these years
I'm the same as I ever was
still a child at heart
(plus some older parts)
I've not changed because
what was important to me then
is also true today
nothing and no one
will ever sway my way
yet unlike so many
who know not their station
and only identify themselves
by their occupation
I'm aware of who I am
it determines what I do
don't need a certificate
to prove anything to you
we may not see identically
or exactly the same
but I can agree to differ
diversity is the name of the game
Jubilant soul hopes above firmament
vibrant faith soars midst trials
radiant heart reverberates
melody of hymns, serenely triumphant
to silence chaotic angst
while exalting God Who makes life wondrous
as love-conquered human nature
fulfills functional share that leaves
impactful difference...
yon grave.
Let Us Make A Difference
6/18/2025
Let us please, Lord, beome the Best that we xan.
In order to become great leaders in the Family of Man
Oh, yes, we do know how mankind is so entirelly lost!
Playing a very dangerous game with hearts full of frost.
Pretending, like maniacs, we don’t have any drop of shame, we dare,
To be caught, willing, to devalue human life and its cares.
Hiding like mutant poets that have no value and meaning!.
A fantasy world, which ends wiith humanity screamining!
We live a in a trans-Woke world, where God looks pale and dead.
Why? Because it is REALITY we so mightily, fearfully dread!
Bless all fellow poets with wisdom, humility and human care
Unafraid to speak truth, souls of fearless, loving,stature!
Ominous leaden clouds sink low in the sky overhead.
Tiny sparrows cease to fly and seek shelter instead.
Shadows fade, the sun slinks away and disappears.
The gloomy day only increases all uncertainty and fears.
Everything seems to have turned the colour of ash.
Morose feelings overcome me, as rain falls with a splash.
As I walk along it stains the pure white concrete slab.
As the day darkens, my colourful clothes look drab.
The ambience that surrounds me is most depressing.
I don a sullen expression. I can’t stop myself stressing.
As the rain subsides, a misty fog draws in like a curtain.
I can’t see the colours of day. I must get home for certain.
Dispirited and glum, I can hardly tell black from white.
The unwelcoming day to my dismay has turned to night.
This empty sadness I feel renders me deeply down cast.
I know I will be OK when I arrive safely home at last.
Today I’m grateful for knowing the difference….
(something I learned long ago while attending Catholic school)
between religions that are kind, loving, compassionate and giving
and religions that are cruel.
For I believe no religion can call it self holy…
when they do their best to create…
within their followers
cruelty, prejudice, anger, animosity and hate.
Little chick came to the barnyard dressed up like a queen
Her floral dress was the cutest we had ever seen
Donkey made fun of it, and she called him mean.
Pigs threw mud on it, so it was now nothing clean.
Why do they act like that? The chick asked her mother.
Jealousy or envy, I guess, she said, one or the other.
What is the difference? Asked little Chick’s obnoxious brother.
Get me a dictionary, said little chick’s literate mother.
Love can be overwhelming somewhere,
It might push someone away,
As it scares them.
They have never seen that kind of love before.
Love comes with no limitations,
So, some want to shower all of it,
Often forgetting that,
The other person is different.
In the rush of emotions,
It is easy to forget,
That not everyone is ready,
For something so vast and consuming.
She is animated, breezy, brisk and fresh.
Brings zing to the party said my cousin Mesh.
Vivacious and zippy, chimed in my cousin Vee.
She was dull, redundant and boring, if you ask me.
childhood and old age,
in many ways are alike,
but with an antithetical difference.
when with time,
as children grow steadier in steps
and clearer in speech,
the old become,
staggering in steps
and faltering in speech!
I before e, except after c
As in “piece” or “niece”, “belief” or “Brie”,
The rule that school drummed into me
But there’s no such thing as conformity
Albeit that most words comply
Some do not and that is why
You cannot deal in absolutes
Some words have different attributes
Do not perceive this general rule,
(Should you not wish to prove the fool)
Applies in every sentence formed
That’s not the case - be well informed
For words in their complexity.
Enhance our rich vocabulary
Just because there’s an exception
Is not grammatical deception
Difference is not abnormality
But a part of life’s rich tapestry
When we solder our soul to the page
It’s what brings colour to the beige
Embrace our differences and see
This world’s a better place to be.
I like the rain
But not really.
I like the rain
Because no one else does.
If it can make me feel something
For just a moment,
Then I could never hate it.
So I'll stand in the rain
And let it soak through to my bones.
I'll shout that I like the rain
While you watch me
Through the windows
To your sad little lives
In your boring grey houses,
Identical to the one next door.
If you remain inside
In fear of getting wet
Then you will never be free.
Hating the rain
Will only make your life smaller.
The raindrops paint colour
On my skin.
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