feeling tariffic
a bozo of a baby ~
slapping us silly
a three ring circus
waging war with a carney ~
the best show on earth
A smitten young couple
named Blum,
Were kissing and causing a
hum.
When folks yelled with glee,
"Go find privacy!"
And shouted, "Go out and
get room!"
At the haberdashery and milliner’s
insouciance on display
Models’ eyes as cold as ice
about to ruin your day
A man of blood, and gore and grief.' Maybe a puppet.? Certainly a thief.' With minions of dark demonic spawn, no hint of compassion, suchlike would have plaited
The thorns, in that crown of horror, with malice and brawn, lovers of bribery and power of lies, upon a relief
flotilla they've just metastacized.' High on drugs.? On hate and
Pain..The regurgitation of victimhood, is
More than plain.' They'll have a celebration
Right at gommorha its all so strange' ultra liberal values.' And many letters, as they lecture the world on how they
are so; its betters.? Just again and again..In a morbid
Refrian
Maybe because most countries; are
merely now debtors.?
“The year’s at the spring and day’s at the morn.
Morning’s at seven; the hill-side’s dew-pearled.
The lark’s on the wing. The snail’s on the thorn.
God’s in His heaven - All’s right with the world”
Pippa’s Song by Robert Browning
Behind my house, with slender limbs bent low,
there is an ornamental willow tree -
a weeping cherry planted years ago.
It’s been two decades since then - maybe three
when she first bloomed for us sweet pink in spring.
I hope she never stops delighting me.
Two other trees such pretty blossoms bring.
In my front yard, they’re ornamental too,
and in their boughs I hear the robins sing.
When April comes and life begins anew,
they show their hues – one amethyst, one white.
Their grand display comes always right on cue!
Their flowering is such a lovely sight.
It’s nature’s way of saying “All is right.”
gathered on lakes bank
no camouflage coverage
just white streaks in flight
Just as the soft snow fluttered around me in a breeze,
I only saw the beauty and forgot about the deep freeze
May beautiful winter scenes be noticed by people all around
The peace discovered in winter scenes can be so profound
Serenity is at your fingertips, sun shined icicles point at you
Dripping, melting, all in moments slipping by in a breath or two
Years ago it seems I just captured the gloom in a gray day
That was only by choice, there's so much in winter's display
Heidi Sands
2/7/26
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Quietly, skyline paints the earth
Brown and orange of meadow's birth ;
Picturesque view, a cycle's sway
Birds chiming for pure nature's worth.
Refreshing the fields on display
Rows of grass flaunt a rich array ,
Splashing hues through a dazzling breeze
As blue mist glistens through the day .
Hills and vales swirl with lush tree
While children on dunes run in a wheeze --
Leaves reeling a graceful entrance
While woodland spins from night's trapeze.
Stem to stem, a fine -tune's dance
Ignites the start of springtime romance
A parade bursting with floral trails,
A time for March to twirl...to prance!
There he stands
Like a mighty warrior
Without a fight
Collecting awards
Flashing mobs
Radiating light
She carries a cup
Rides a borrowed horse
With a crown on her head
Armies run behind
The Earth trembles
As she proclaims fear and dread
Beings without form
Clothed in matter
With power unmatched
They shuffle the puck
Running the board
As their eagle is hatched
Deep in space
Anomalies revealed
Minds rise and fall
Science searches
Probes explore
Divining rods to question all
...on display
Written by Trudy Schrader
My souls on display, judgment comes
after
Held by melodies and dissonant chapters
Do you like dark romance? 'Cause I bring
disaster
Do you see greed? Is it my scene? Or the need to be seen through it?
Believe me, I wish I could believe this fate
befalls us all
I hope that peace is sewn within my fall
So I might find the wings to fly taller
And if I can beg you for one last thing, that gives chase for us to be held tight
If we're lost beyond the edge of light
Know you were my trail of stars in sight
To not find in fear that I've let its voice
become our night
The full Moon’s display
captured me for a moment,
small pleasures move me.
Frail crescent moon hanging feebly
Ghost of a shadow in the dark
Unpretentious stars take the stage
Wordku: 5-7-5 words
AP: Honorable Mention 2025
The peace they display is a ripe fruit from thousands of battles,
They walk among us, in a silence that intrigues and soothes,
We think they have always been this way, under a benevolent star,
But this peace vibrates like metal hammered a thousand times,
It resonates with the memory of blows and raw wounds.
A hundred years of inner war means demons faced,
The fear of not being enough, doubt like a splinter under the skin,
Anger burning inside, more than any enemy,
It's a hundred years of learning: forgiveness frees oneself,
That falling matters less than refusing to rise.
Their peace is a silent victory, a fortress without walls, light,
It's not forgetfulness, but a comforted memory, inhabiting the cracks,
It does not fear the storm, knowing that at the end the sky is washed clean,
And when their eyes meet yours, you feel the humility,
Of those who have walked through fire and found themselves undefeated.
banished into exile of freedom
with no chance of extradition
bail collateral and ransom refused
he marvelled at his painless tattoo
a rotten apple devouring a snake
inked into now sunburnt skin
reminded him that not everything
seemed as had been commanded
his island prison was very far removed
from what they called civilization
no barbed wire or wardens assaulted
mindfulness and serene integration
he cherished his forced independence
from years of familial violence and abuse
an inner orchard of peace blossomed
as he made good friends with himself
body design had healed mind soul and spirit
he was an escape artist by involuntary decree
who would they torture as their victim had vanished
a few pricks on the outside were a small price to pay
On mild days in sun’s rays,
I relish observing Nature’s ways.
I watch squirrels playing tag
and puppies with tails that blithely wag.
Songbirds serenade from early to late.
My indoor chores will just have to wait!
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