Is he a MOUNTAIN like Whitney or Everest, rising strong and tall,
high above the landscape, watching and warning of dangers?
I think yes.
Is he an OCEAN like Atlantic, Indian, or Pacific, whose waves
keep coming to the shores ever so consistently and receding,
only to return again?
I think yes.
I also think that he is like a FAITHFUL RIVER, flowing with force
and favor with life and energy for all of us.
I also see him like a DAM who refuses to break: and he's so
well constructed to release faith, hope, and love to all those
down stream.
He's like a WALL of DEFENSE, shielding and protecting from
any and all enemies.
He's a WARRIOR, pulling down strongholds with the prayer
weapons of his warfare.
He's a LANDMARK, displaying the value of things
unchangeable and unmovable.
And last but not last, he's a GENTLE STREAM, flowing
with waters so divinely pure and crystal clear.
Everything has a soul; maybe it’s true,
The walls have ears,
do objects have eyes too?
I look at them and they at me,
displaying wonders, they’ve seen of you.
Captured like a moment in time,
these things store a glimpse of you.
I touch the table and see your figure,
Scribbling into a paper with furrowed brows.
I lay on the bed and you smile so bright,
cuddling, kissing, discussing knows and hows.
I open the cupboard and there’s your face,
Unsure of what to wear tomorrow.
I close the windows and feel your hands,
That hold me oh so tightly, that’s where I belong.
I look into the mirror and you look back,
A vision forever etched in my mind.
I step inside the room,
seeing you everywhere yet nowhere in a daze.
I walk through the door in a rush,
Only to see you gone.
Like poets waiting for a subject with tears in their eyes,
I stand there silently, all tattered and torn.
Yours poetically,
v.s
He's everywhere
being the answer to
everything & is
the ultimate quotient
Omnipotent displaying
more than sufficient
omniscience
The run on sentence
that makes sense
of everything
The word of all words
a part yet connected
to everything
The maker
of all dreams
lucid & vague alike
The light
in the darkness
but also the darkness
that covets the light
Witness to every reality
with an eye for
all potentialities
This sight for sore eyes
is both the pupil
& teacher
A preacher
with many dimensions
using planes
like churches
It comes as no surprise
to those that learned
to see deeply with
inner eye urges
The immersion
offers you a peek
behind the curtains
unveiling what lies
therein
There are no lies in him
for he personifies truth
in the form of matter
It's the explanation
at the top of the ladder
after questioning
every step that matters
our three eyes triangulate
and yet we must lie in wait
to transmute as living light
and garner spherical sight
who knows when the egg will hatch
where all we do is detach
soul presence from the ego
through pathways we alone know
breath by breath as we align
we know there’s no finish line
as ascension continues
displaying beauteous hues
They arrive at the start of spring,
In the morning light, they sing,
On branches high they dance,
Daringly reaching for the sky, taking a chance.
Emerald leaves sway gently
in the breeze,
A soothing sound spreads among
the trees.
Beneath Summer’s warmth they drink and drink,
In various colours displaying their
beauty, glittering in sync.
Then in a blink comes autumn’s call,
Turning emerald leaves to gold and
red,
Each leaf’s vein bleeds,
And in a final twirl to the ground,
they gracefully fall.
By Zyrool
9/26
"I am the rose of Sharon and the lily of the valleys"
Bible, Song of Solomon 2:1
I call her Rose.
She came from Sharon,
A region in the land of Israel.
She's a Rose of Sharon tree.
You might have one of your own.
Anyway, Rose was a gift from a friend.
We planted her in our back yard and for
A couple of years, we watched her grow
And produce some beautiful blossoms.
Sadly we sold the property and moved away.
It's been more than four years now, and I am
Sure that Rose has spread her limbs and is
Now displaying some breath-taking roses.
We miss our Rose. The short While we spent
Together made us happy and proud. She was
An important part of our tree family We are
Happy for Rose's new family who must be
Enjoying her as much as we did.
Words can serve to soften an unintended offense by
engaging attention, admitting fault and displaying selflessness.
"My bad", or more commonly, "I'm sorry" and "Forgive me"
In any language, they are a means to discovery, détente and delight-
Je suis desole, Es tut mir Leid, Lo lamento
Choosing to be heard honestly, the right words are crucial to
lightening the load, bandaging broken-ness as well as harboring hope.
And in addition, the voice tone, facial expression and body stance
are worth attending to in order to establish a sincere apology.
He grinned broadly from the corner
a percussive serrated smile,
cadaverous lips displaying
a rakish scarecrow style.
His emaciated figure chattered
suspended precariously from a hook;
I was completely startled
by his penetrating look.
His wink was disconcerting,
those vacant eyes held wide;
I wouldn’t call him cheeky
though he displayed a gangly pride.
One arm extended slightly
as if inviting my embrace;
it might feel a little morbid
held against that hollow face.
Gothic trends might call him charming
though his apparel seems unique,
one would only see it hanging
in a nudist colony boutique.
One dance was all he wanted
waltzing the orthopedic floor,
that physician’s skeletal dummy
I just couldn’t make myself ignore.
July 31, 2026
Skeletons Poetry Contest
Seth Pina, Sponsor
What if I just let go?
An Architect of Ruins: built upon an unpredictable,
Sandstorm. With full knowledge of its consequences.
The contractor's role in assisting with the outcome.
Was the price to pay as tools used to construct the
anchor that is already sinking?
This is the familiar toxicity of a well-known friend.
While displaying their fully furnished turnkey.
Craving stability, but chose the sandstorm.
Like cutting off body parts, then stitching them
together with thorn wires, suggested by the hired
contractor. Who has made it a wreckage, and now grasping in corrosive shattered sandstorm, having,
shown the turnkey project.
Subcontractors are now on the punch list.
Where is the willingness to surrender this pain?
These hands are the only thing that’s binding time.
Of your own undoing.
To stop the bleeding, you must drop the permit.
'The band plays a sweet, soulful slow-dance song
I nuzzle her neck, breathing in her perfume scent.'
~ excerpt from Tim Ryerson's poem, The Dance
*
From a deep slumber, you drift away
Where the yellow moths and poppies sway
And the gentle sun pours crimson gold,
On meadows burnished since time of old...
It is here that jaybirds decked in fresh reds
Whistle dreamy tunes like morn's newly weds,
That lingering music stands aside
As sky's dance claims you for a long ride.
For the wind is pure, a calm it achieves
Displaying the glory of dusky leaves---
So majestic is this place where you tread
Like a thousand years have dawned and fled.
Waltz to the tune of one groom in love
Together now with your queen, above--
Tim, pour light over me... life's blest dove.
I don’t remove or change my rings;
All four I’ve worn for years,
Unlike my huge collection of
What dangles from my ears.
My necklaces and bracelets
I switch out and do with care,
Depending on the style of clothing
That I choose to wear.
Around my wrist’s a watch;
I own a few (one even winds!)
And when I’m sockless, on my ankle,
Chains of varied kinds.
My husband wears his wedding band
And that is the extent
Of jewelry he sports
(Though somehow watches came and went).
Displaying our adornments
Is quite personal, it’s true,
But it’s also a reflection
Of ourselves that others view.
Movement is sensed
Processor scanning
Frequency mismatch
Response planning
Muscles tighten
Jaw clenched
Eyes set
Ready to present
Guarded heart
Sharpened mind
Decided action
Avoided bind
No connection
Flying words
Perceived pain
Displaying hurts
Inverted receptor
Knowing mistrust
Foggy skies
Accepting what one must
No safety about
Threats all around
Damage done
Hope drowns
Too hard to open
Impossible to receive
Soldier on duty
Ready to leave
...the conversation
Written by Trudy Schrader on 05-19-2026
memorable one-liners
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Written By: Sobre El Amor
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Sassy describes someone who is lively
someone bold
with confidence and displaying a
charmingly fresh attitude
a spirted witty and slightly cheeky Woman,
that what I have with you.
------------------ las trompas or los cornos,--
We fell in love in Ole Del Rio
neath ah strawberry moon
we were two lovers
taking chances
singin an Ole Lover's tune
when the music made us happy
we stood to do our thang
bouncin swayin and grooving
while the singer and band
did there thang
we feel in love in Ole del Rio
listening to an Ole Crooner sing
I said something nice
nothing fancy when she
showed her fancy gown
sexy model had me thinkin while
she pranced and promanded around
We fell in love In Ole Del Rio
Neath a Strawberry Moon
the music started playing
folk jumped up like they were
on there honeymoon
INSPIRATION CONFIRMED-:-
seeing
feeling
understanding
integral
conceptions
of BEAUTY AS A YARDSTICK
authentic
integral
displaying
distinguished
motifs
in FIRST & THE FOREMOST
characteristic
vigour
formulated
civil
critiques
A spider weaves a work of art
Displaying its work in the trees
It had a plan right from the start
A spider builds a work of art
With silken threads, it weaves each part
Its masterpiece sways in the breeze
A spider builds a work of art
Displaying its work in the trees
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