Every week, my dearest day
is when my buddies and I partake and play
our regular contest of cards.
What's great about codgers and cards
that would make an old duffer's day
and inspire pensioners to play?
I dunno, but I think I will peacefully play
with these jokers, and cut ups, and cards,
and these goofballs till my dying day.
It's our day - time to play cards - goodbye!
I wish medication wasn’t eating everything else in the cabinet.
Money.
Meds cost money because money exists.
I like the trickle.
Mixed up as much as my hands in a jar of sprinkles.
Being normal is like having windshield wipers-
When the blood is raining out there.
Out there.
I have pills, I hold them like they are sweetness.
Every swallow.
Being normal pays for itself.
So my wallet opens up every week.
Valentine’s Day is just a gimmick
It could be me as I’m a cynic
Partners shouldn’t be treated nice on one day of the year
That relationship would be critical and severe
Should show appreciation all year round
Everyday, every week like your interwound
Show and voice your love
Not annually going beyond and above
A small token of appreciation is more than enough
Filling their heart with kind words and stuff
Treat your lover with affection every day
Your heart on a sleeve to avoid the decay
It’s nice you are filling the pockets of a shop owner
Once a year is not enough to keep her
“There’ll be a time and place for us,”
She whispered, mimicking the song.
“We have our live before us
And three years isn’t long.”
I’d loved that girl forever,
The only one for me,
And we’d planned our life together,
After university.
We swapped love letters every week.
(There were no cell phones then)
But, by her third semester,
She’d discovered other men.
Then came that final letter,
The end of all my dreams.
In spite of all her promises,
There was no time it seems.
Wanting a little fun
Depart on a run
Seeking bakery pastry buns
Tasty and sweet
Jogging through the village street
Enduring the athletic heat
Conquering the feat
Can not be beat
Enjoying the run
For pastry buns
Not caring where you are from
Only greeted with a ‘welcome’
Take a bite
Time is not tight
During the bun
Run
Done for fun
Fattening those bottom cheeks
While everyone speaks
Bragging every week
About climbing the peaks
Featured on the bun
Run
Done
For fun
Where Danishes are great
Even know competitors gained too much weight
Time; how so soon it comes to be this fast.
Regards to her- gives the best with no rest...
Time at service, expectation surpassed,
Looking forward to mate to pass such test.
Invisible cat's eyes can't be denied.
Lovely tongue: many precautions to tame...
Beast with jokes, laughter rarely roam aside
The smiling face of genuine joy; truth's aim.
Bold enough to be a nice daring dove.
Moreover, good a simple gentle beast.
Patience gives edge to discover such trove-
To beat the false image, ego set least.
Thanks for the good-bad days of every week.
Thanks for pushing through while your mind seems weak.
“There’s a world where you’re my wife
And we live in this house on Kent Street
And enjoy a quiet life”
- Anna K Jacobs: Letting You Go
And we go to church on Sundays
Every week begins anew
And the priest says Sunday’s better
Cause his gospel sings the truth
I feel his words inside me calling
Begging to believe without proof
But there’s a feeling now that’s stronger
And it tells me it’s no use
I wish I could believe
I bet I could and still be me
I wish I could have faith
But I can't believe
What I can’t see face to face
I wish I could hear God
I could preach his word to all
He would speak and I’d nod
I’d give my sermons
And the churchgoers would applaud
Every bit of hate I’d block
Cause I’d know I had the thing
Most everyone dreamed of
Every week hearts come in.
Desperate. I can't refuse their mending jobs.
I'll do what I can.
Wordku: 5-7-5 words
AP: 3rd place 2026
There once was a backseat critique
Whose comments were constant and shrieked
Though the driver was clean
No tickets pristine
The loudest had wrecks every week
My Aunt Ruby was a bingo fanatic.
Every Friday she'd get her hair done ~
a visit to the 'Strands To Go' salon.
She left feeling like a graceful queen.
Friday nights were sacred at the bingo hall.
She'd pull out her money from her purse
and buy as many bingo cards as possible
then head to her favourite table to wait.
She'd light a cigarette to calm the nerves
and say a little prayer hoping to win big.
Someone had to win the jackpot ~ why not her.
She prepared her dabber and braced herself.
The bingo caller was always right on time.
Her cards always ready and perfectly aligned.
She waited with bated breath for numbers called
loud and clear as they possibly could be.
And so it was that every week on Friday,
Aunt Ruby spent her time doing what she loved best:
smoking, dabbing, and chatting among other devotees
... even coming home odd times with some cash winnings.
AP: 1st place 2025
The Carrousel of sex
My sister held a party. She lived across the road from us
My wife wouldn’t go; she was not on speaking terms with
my sister, as they often did.
There were many women there, and one was especially and
charming laughed at my feeble jokes, and when it got late
I agreed to follow her home as it was dark and autumnal
We had sex on a park bench, but it struck me as sordid and
I pulled away, said sorry, and walked home.
I was riven by guilt and also anger. This was a trap I, a man,
had walked headlong into. I cursed my stupidity.
Back home, my wife was fast asleep. She had been at the gin
We had breakfast at ten, it was a Sunday, and I was sad
I was still tired and waited for her to berate me, but she didn`t.
In the affairs of the heart, it is better to tell an untruth
because women will only believe what they have decided
to be the verity
Years later, after we divorced- for another reason- she said
She told me she had been sleeping with the man who collected rubbish
every week, and I thought of the woman in the park and my
sister who had a reason for disliking my wife
She is your reason
To do right and be strong
To not embarrass nor shame her
So she feels secure where she belongs
Her childhood is your reason
One not to be marred
Letting your guard down
Memories become scarred
Your beautiful family is your reason
To stay focused and in control
Your highest priority
Keeping your family happy and whole
I know its not easy
You are trying so hard
Doing unbelievably well
At not dropping your guard
We who love you
Will always support and guide
You mean everything to us
We stand proudly by your side
The truth is, it is an ongoing battle
Every day, every week, every season
Just always, always remember
She …..is your reason!
I told you so, I TOLD you so
But you never listen to me
You're loud, proud, and your head's in a cloud
And your eyes are too blind to see
You just use your head for a hat rack
And you damn well know it's true
You're old enough to know, you know I told you so
Now look at what's happened to you
Found your ass in jail without bail
And stinking of rot gut gin
The fella in the bunk above declared his love
And made you his new girlfriend
Then with your sentence through, I thought you knew
You had to check in every week
But the cops found you there at the county fair
So drunk that you couldn't speak
The judge issued a one way ticket
Back to the cage with your old friend
I told you so, you KNOW I told you so
I'll send some balm for your rear end
Don’t tell me change is impossible.
I’ve done the math.
3,000 people.
$10 a week.
That’s $30,000 every week.
Invest it wisely, even at 3.25%.
That amounts to $1.6 million per year.
Enough to start a small business annually.
Enough to buy homes outright.
Enough to give dignity without debt.
And if thousands of groups did this?
Poverty wouldn’t need handouts.
Governments wouldn’t bleed through welfare.
Education, health, pensions—they’d thrive on the dividends of collective care.
I don’t care if you follow this.
Just don’t complain when you didn’t try.
This is how we fight unemployment.
Not with blame—
But with unity.
Not with pity—
But with the possibility.
The greatest gift you can give a child
Is a career that lasts a lifetime
Wages provide money to feed your family
creating employment worldwide
would overcome both poverty and starvation
creating independence with employment
lets everybody thrive
If every working person that could invest ten dollars per week
Invested in groups creating employment for the unemployed
You could create better lives for everyone
I remember when I got them
They were only five days old
Their lips were big, and their eyes were small
And their tails were Orangie/gold
I used to feed them twice a day
Once in the morning and once at night
And when it was time for them to go to bed
I would turn on their overhead light
Every week I would clean their gravel
And I would tidy up their tank
I even once gave them a toy boat
But unfortunately, the dang thing sank
Yesterday morning I woke up
And one of my goldfish was dying
Now I know how it feels to be heartbroken
Because all day long I've been crying
I never knew that things could die before
And I never knew I would feel this bad
Because now my fishy passed away
And I am feeling really sad
Dear God, before I go to bed tonight
I pray that my little fish will be alright
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