as I analyze
the sociology of birds
in my backyard
I must be getting older
if I find this thrilling
The crows sounded
like they were on steroids
a field too close to me
My life is pixelated
in little squares of color
that look better far away
Please do not love me less
for this
I’m sliding down
chocolate waterfalls
faster than a female
cheetah in heat
hunting
He is not the brightest of guys
alone he could not survive
If he counts to twenty two
he removes both his shoes
Twenty he can count but ask for a hand
he needs more digits to understand
Draw a picture for Richard
Draw a picture for Richard
His name is Nick
but gets called a Dick
Draw a picture for Richard
He doesn't mean to be impolite
a coward he avoids all fights
He works all week but never gets paid
cause he is at the wrong place everyday
He gets fifty ballots in the mail
he votes each one no big deal
If they send them to him he votes to win
but it's last election that snail mail
Draw a picture for Richard
Draw a picture for Richard
His name is Nick
but gets called a Dick
Draw a picture for Richard.
playtime's over... it's already bedtime
AP: 3rd place 2026
Only you can draw the map
Without contours the uncharted
Ocean of surprise you need to
Buoy your flagging dream
Let it O! Let it arise
Serene on the crest
Of morning: the
Subsiding
Fury of
Your
Self.
Christopher M. Swan 2008
I've come to the conclusion,
you can't walk both sides of the street for long,
sooner or later, you must make a decision,
pick one and stick to it, whether right or wrong.
No one is in control of everything, all the time,
so, when the situation becomes furious and fast
the hour is now to stand up, be counted,
nail your colours to the mast.
And, if not with, then you're against them,
somewhere you have to draw the line,
no matter who's side you're on,
but, as for me... I'm on mine.
Salute to Quick Draw McGraw
given a fresh new bale of straw
worked as sheriff in the Old West
slightly dimwitted perhaps but always smartly dressed
AP: Honorable Mention 2025
TIME: It can slice your way from memory to martyrdom
Moments thin so thin they cut away bone and tissues
Cleave the seconds between secrets in between
The now and the hereafter, heaven’s eyes
Glorified, it can draw out like... a blade
Beneath fire, flesh, and broken ribs
Slide it deep, heart of the image
Time like an electric prayer
To deities on parade
Time's like a blade
Drawn in blood
And memory
Dominoes aligned in a row
Dots white on black mix and match
Offshoots branch out into tangents
Wordku: 5-7-5 words
AP: 1st place 2025
We harvest all we can
to last us through winter
Glance at the majestic moon
and make a wish with her
Magical things happen
as her rays beam down
a soft side of night
cuddles us close
Dreams come in quietly
holding us nearer
We stop to reflect
on things gone by
The nights get shorter
the air carries a chill
which we wrap up against
Now's the time to shut down
I'll stir again when its warmer
until that time I will slumber
until spring returns
and the nights get longer.
a scribble here
a scribble there
my pen randomly
drawing diagrams and
spelling out words
meaningless chatter
idle artwork
mindless spilling of
thought overflow
nervous tic
kinetic outreach
mental gymnastics
creative outlet
for pent-up energy
AP: Honorable Mention 2025
A missile’s disguise is a flower
magnetic, a whiff of its power
Yet when its petals draw near
a new odor appears
~ Zero-hour
The sea laps the shore,
whilst the sand receeds into
its cold blue temptress.
Oystercatchers sqwark,
their long beaks beaconing
the summer solstice.
Upon the clifftops,
weathered walkers feel the breeze,
adrift by sundown.
Day 0 - End to End Trip Poetry Works.
04.30.2025
To draw is something …
I could never do well,
The joy a picture can bring
The stories it can tell
I could never do well
Drawing freely on my own,
The stories it can tell
Remains for me unknown
Drawing freely on my own
Pencil, paint and line,
Remains for me unknown
A skill that is not mine
Pencil, paint and line
An artist with a brush,
A skill that is not mine
A talent you cannot rush
An artist with a brush
The joy a picture can bring,
A talent you cannot rush
To draw is something …
I draw the heart alone
on a wall,
I draw the heart on the night.
Wanted to draw my heart
on a heart,
but it always kept itself
out of sight,
never appeared
like the endless common tales
under the sun,
rain or the moonlight.
(23.04.2025)
Draw me closer to your light
and bring me farther away from this world
of concrete Angels and sleuths
Anoint me with your grace Lord
and make me thine own
I rather live in communion with you,
than any place on earth.
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