“K here! I have come to cheer up your night
dear maiden, silent beauty, as you rest.
A once dull eve is now a gallant knight.”
“W here! From you, this knight, I’ll wrest. “
“K won’t allow what is to be to not…
be. In a jiffy you will wear my ring.
Verily, we two will soon tie the knot.”
Will W from glad, the sadness wring?
K says, “W vexes – what is new –
but he will never stop the marriage rite”.
You’ll have a happy ending as you knew.
(That’s just the kind of poetry I “write”.)
W to Miss H, eleventh hour:
“Call me ‘Dub’”, for this wedding will be ours.
It starts small~
a sigh sharp enough to slice drywall,
a muttered well I never,
then a dramatic shuffle of papers
that did absolutely nothing wrong.
Then the arms cross.
The eyebrows rise.
The soul leaves the body
for a brief smoke break.
Suddenly this fully grown human~
tax-paying, grocery-shopping,
responsible-for-a-mortgage human~
is having a full-tilt hissy fit
because the Wi-Fi blinked
or someone said calm down.
There’s foot tapping.
There’s theatrical breathing.
There’s a moment where they stare
into the middle distance
like a pioneer widow
who just broke the last jar of peaches.
And you stand there thinking,
Lord help us,
the toddler has escaped
and taken over the adult body.
But eventually~
after the sighs,
the flutters,
the tragic monologue
about how no one understands
the gravity of the situation~
they return to themselves,
smooth their shirt,
clear their throat,
and say with great dignity,
“I’m fine now.”
You think I don’t see what you do?
I count every lie you let slip at dinner.
I watch who you look at when you think no one’s watching.
I memorized your excuses so I could cut them off mid-sentence.
Your phone became the thing I check first.
Your “I’m busy” became the wall I hit.
I don’t sleep. I wait.
I know the pattern of your steps before you reach the door.
You say “stop being paranoid”.
I say “stop giving me reasons to be”.
I built my life around catching you.
Not to save us. Just to be right.
Just to win the game you started.
Tell me, Darius,
when I finally corner the truth,
will you still pretend I’m the crazy one?
Nailing those drama queen moves
AP: Honorable Mention 2026
Teen queen on the scene
AP: Honorable Mention 2026
Three, four, or six
Which one will fix
And even the eastern final score
Making sure
New York will advance
In the best of seven dance
No longer the higher seed
Knicks now need
To win away
For anyone to say
Bring on the west
Who they select as the best
Spurs or Thunder
Visitors no longer wonder
Were they going to blunder
Fumble
Turn humble
Tumble
Then crumble
Instead
‘They stole a win,’ skyscraper islanders said
Message sent
Time spent
Giving the impression
A ‘how did they do that’ confession
About simple mistakes messing
Quite a lesson
Playoffs are here
And so is the post-game cheer
Get near
Toast with beer
We are almost here
Champion is going to be crowned
Creating celebration all over their NBA town
O wretched fate, that smites his brow with thunder in the trembling boughs.
The very sun doth pierce his skull; each leaf conspires with whispered woes.
“Alas, poor me,” he cries, “I knew me well”—then swoons upon the grass.
Which Over-Reaction
Should I Choose!
So Exhausting
Measuring Time...
Valuable Time...
Wasting The Way.
Curds N' Way.
Weigh The Way.
-Gray Squirrel
05-05-2026
On lazy days and boring nights
Kdrama shows I lay my sight
Every second spent feels so right
Than talking to someone not worth my fight
Shows maybe are just shows
Yes it won't care for me 'til my white hair grows
Some scenes maybe heart-breaking
Romantic comedies excite me through
Full attention each episode draws
Unlike a man who's giving me crumbs
Over time my heart goes numb.
Cry your crocodile tears, then just leave
AP: 3rd place 2026
Maturity comes with age,
you can use hormones to make the body age faster,
but you can’t age the mind.
for some people,
the chemicals have damaged the brain cells
they may never grow up.
25 is when you grow up,
it is as if your soul awaken.
you begin to notice patterns of:
deceit,
Betrayal,
hatred
Making you
bitter
distant
the hope you had as a child
the dreams begin to wither
the eye of the eye begins to open
all senses begin to flood in.
No more second chances
No more waiting for you to screw up.
Protection of
Time
Peace
Energy
and most importantly
` yourself.
I stuck by you through a lot.
More drama than I care to admit.
Time’s come to pull up your socks.
Show me it’s really all been worthwhile.
AP: 1st place 2026
“You crown the year with Your goodness,
And Your paths drip with abundance.”
Psalm 34:11 NKJV
The year, two thousand, twenty six,
a year packaged with promises
like all years in the past have been...
a year of doubting Thomases
and those who take it on the chin.
Times’ passage is pretty well-fixed.
Of course, I’ll bring the drama, says
one who needs and seeks audience.
The year will spawn some trauma, ‘tis
expected from experience.
When eight billion folks intermix,
“why” and “how” of their premises
varies greatly, triggers tension
which aims to crush one’s nemesis.
Passions take on hate’s dimension.
Thus so, this twenty, twenty-six
may more try what the psalmist said
to crown this year with God’s goodness.
Share divine peace and calm instead
with love that only He could bless.
There was this man of loud theater
Who died acting in elevator
And pressed the lift button
To go straight to heaven…
Suspense, what might happen?
Not what so ever can,
For, a curtain was called thereafter.
_______________________
Limerick | 04.12.2025 | death, drama, heaven, humour
Xenophobes don't approve of strangers.
They dramatize fearing what they don't know.
Prefer cages to overcoming phobias.
Wordku: 5-7-5 words
AP: Honorable Mention 2025
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