the moon takes its place
the stars embellish the sky
a radiant night
the wisdom of the unseen
the mystery of stillness
the queen of the night
arises from the chamber
the glow of the night
the pageantry of the sky
creation of many years
tales of the night
the wisdom of the aged
wonders of twilight
the moon struts about the sky
around are tiny twinkles
August 31, 2025.
Every time I turn my radio on
I hear the same old song
and I await good news from abroad today
especially a change is on the way
but I don't believe all they say
as how can they see eye-to-eye
or meet face-to-face
when east looks east and west looks west
in this so-called human race
putting power in the hands
of people who don't give a damn
will only go so far only last so long
the genie's out of the bottle
there's no going back
where did we go wrong
to be so far off track
embellish or embroider
you can't improve on truth
anything less is second best
for which I have no use
and when it sounds
like chaos all around
it seems no one cares or shares
look to your morals ethics values scruples
and take the higher ground
June blooms embellish my world,
beauty abounds in all its vibrant hues
~ happiness does grow in gardens
Wordku: 5-7-5 words
AP: Honorable Mention 2025
Children will always remember the void,
They will always recall the hands that couldn’t embrace them.
They will always remember the troubles that nightfall brings,
And the darkness that invades their slumber.
They will always remember the stranger who masqueraded as a helper.
Yet, children can sometimes bloom out of the gloom,
They may open a door to a new day,
With a slate wiped clean,
Finding a meadow free of shadows,
Children can sometimes start fresh on new pages.
Children will still be the seeds of tomorrow,
The stars that embellish the night sky,
The glow of a summer field,
The gateway to continuity;
Children will still be the voices we teach them to express.
Children can sometimes unearth the past,
Piecing together fragments to demystify the strange.
Their minds explore the vast field of existence,
Searching for goodly pearls.
Children will always desire to play,
And the onus is ours to teach them how to balance the day.
August 1, 2025.
Feel like being alone today
Needed the loneliness and emptiness
Just moments to let sway
To feel broken… lifeless and soulless
I wanted the feeling of innocence
I wanted to be naive and incomplete
The knowing of what to do in absence
To feel vulnerable and weak
I needed a break from…
All that I know and all that I wish
I don’t want to feel belong
As well of anything embellish
I am tired of life
Weary of how it’s being sold
Never enough to just survive
And only do as told
Felt like being alone tonight
To break away from everything
I needed to run and hide
To just feel perhaps of nothing
……………
Song: Remember by Noh Hyung Woo
As I sat thinking the other day,
A flow of thoughts brought these words to say.
Some were fleeting, some longer lasting,
Like the evening shadows the sun was casting.
Quenching my thirst for knowledge to be known,
Neither rightness nor wrongness had a need to be shown.
Titles and labels were thrown to the floor,
As aspects and insights began to soar.
How can the beginnings and endings be understood?
If we look inside, then they could.
It’s looking inside, to determine the intention,
That reveals a truth that fuels comprehension.
It’s the essence of Truth that we must perceive,
To see its value so we can believe.
Through perception to conception, we begin to relish,
The connection to perfection, we then can embellish.
A paradise of perpetual peace...
there's no struggle, there's no sleaze,
there's no murky sky to spread malice.
glaciers and rivers of honey embellish.
crystal chandeliers, all sparkling upon
effulgent stars shining aeon after aeon
the beacon of light, when we are gone
beyond the clouds, a Shangri-La dawn.
Enchanting heavens, glories of mirage
Are they Hotels where luxuries collage?
The real heaven is not virtue or sin
not swan songs on a serenade violin
It's only pure love buried deep within
spinning daily lives inspite of it's din.
caring for each other with words kind
hatred and violence, don't make us blind
heaven or hell, it's all only in the mind
a mosaic, of light and shade combined.
So how far is the heaven do you think?
The kingdom of God? Is it a hoodwink?
I do not embellish the truth.
I cough it out
Letting it land on the table
Ooze along on the floor
Touching people’s shoes
Slithering along the sidewalk in front and in back of me
My truth as I see it,
Part of the beauty of being seventy-two.
Let’s make up some new words,
they will woo a sharp tongue;
Timbre tends to enthrall
and leave it all behind;
Hooked on that swag and drawl;
Let’s make up some new words
that will catch fire and spread;
Smoke is everywhere fast
becoming a movement;
Straight fresh is built to last;
Let’s make up some new words
to embellish language;
Culture builds confluence
when we hear each other;
There’s no juice in silence;
Let’s make up some new words,
see what’s best together;
Just go crazy or splice,
uncover the right scratch;
The secret’s in the spice.
Every touch at the edge of the sword,
Cuts through skin and cuts through words.
The delicate sliver, plated on the sides,
To decorate and embellish the sharp glide.
As beautiful as night,
Astonishing many mortal breaths.
The sword can determine, life or death.
Do some unpleasant memories fade away?
Or does the mind have a protective guard,
That, at times, locks the door to the past,
And shields the soul from agony's crush.
Do some memories serve as wise tutors,
That instructs the mind from time to time,
Lest the brain's library becomes forsaken,
Void of guidance for life's daily challenges?
Memories can plague the mortal mind.
They are often protesting against stiff resistance,
Demanding its rightful role and sacred duty,
To catalog the experiences of human events.
Memories acknowledge good and bad events.
They do not euthanize the painful truth,
Nor do they embellish or rewrite the facts.
They exist, impartial and unyielding.
Memories can be either friend or foe.
Perhaps that's the constant inward fear,
Why we are wary of the sentinel's mind,
Unsure what memory will breach that door
droplets embellish
elegant undergrowths~
aqua chandeliers
We all start out like seedlings
Just emerging from the earth,
Alike in that we’re each of us
A product of a birth.
Depending on our genus,
We may grow up tall and straight
Or be scraggly or bristly,
Rooted down by luck or fate.
We’ll be nurtured and be nourished
Or be totally ignored,
Grow in gardens gently tended
Or be trampled and abhorred.
Some of us will sport some flowers
To embellish and adorn,
While for others there’s deception
Waiting in a hidden thorn.
Though there’s sun and rain and shelter,
Nature doesn’t really care
If each seedling has an equal shot,
For life just isn’t fair.
For so long, I wondered my life ‘neath the palms
A tropical climax to gild golden years
Each breeze would embellish my thoughts in the sun
I never imagined a context of tears
Though beauty surrounds me in floral bouquet
In hues that are married to sunset and wine
I can’t help but ponder the path I have taken
When leaving behind everything that was mine
The memories are haunting as life lies before me
Still promising sunshine and skies always blue
But nowhere do catalogs count what is missing
Not even the sunrise through palm trees will do
Well, yes I could pack up and sail away homesick
And try and go back to the life that I knew
I guess I am living just what I was promised
I’m certainly having a day that is blue
Every now and again, that old homesick bug bites!
Oh my enchantress dahlia, an inspiration to my muse.
I remember, meticulously planting your bulbs,
so you would bloom in an abundance of colours.
I watched your emerald stalk blossom slowly,
until your sepal gave birth to elegant petals.
Dawn's fresh sun rays glowed to embellish
your myriad tones, glittering with dewdrops.
You flourished in shades of burgundy and ivory,
scarlet with hues of golden saffron and
in tones of amaranth and amethyst.
Your velvet skin so soft and subtle,
seduced bees and butterflies to savour your nectar.
From all the flowers that blessed my oasis,
you were my queen, so gracefully grandeur,
flourishing around my verdant lawn.
How I missed you when Autumn arrived.
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