a thorn in his paw caused him anguish most of the day
his mood got darker, he wanted to crucify someone
at least make them suffer half as much as he was
by noon he was the angriest he had ever been
an angry werewolf, not welcome anywhere
he was in too much pain to sleep, so he stomped around
looking for mischief, scaring the flesh off some of the townspeople
this gave him a teensy bit of a reprieve
by the time he saw the line of jack-o-lanterns he was frantic with rage
he stomped them, slammed them, chopped them, tore them
a werewolf with a sore paw is not something anyone wants to discover
I was too frightened to help him so I locked myself in my car
which he rocked with his strong body, hoping to terrorize me
a frightening Halloween night for this writer
Autumn Beauty is everywhere,
big red apples make the best pie.
Bears are watching the pretty butterfly,
while picking berries without a care.
Autumn Beauty is a colorful sight,
leaves falling in orange and red.
Pumpkins and corn are pictures in the bedspread,
autumn colors are so bright.
Autumn Beauty is bringing cooler weather,
we need to go buy a new sweater.
Great times are even better.
it is great we are all together.
the same song
sung by a different bird
and angelic voice
Contest: Pattern(s)
Sponsor: Sara Kendrick
Date: 14th July 2026
Patterns are a marvelous thing!
We see them everywhere we look.
On mammals, on insects, on water,
Inside poetry and story books...
We see patterns in the clouds,
Patterns of behaviour,
A history that repeats itself,
A victim in need of a saviour...
We see patterns in the iris of eyes,
Patterns in life and routine,
Patterns in the clothes we wear
And patterns to how we clean...
Life is full of patterns ~
A wonder to behold.
Patterns fascinate us human beings
From the young to the old.
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save that
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handprint
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There are moments in life you never forget, and some you definitely want to forget, forever.
Today was one of those I'll never forget days, but dear lord, I want to forget.
There you were eating your pizza, drinking your beer and faking your face, and whatever those were above your fake heart.
I was shocked at the size of everything. The only thing left to be the same was that look in your eyes, a cold stare, genuine evilness.
My eyes met yours and for a moment I was reminded that people really do wear masks and they create themselves with fake everything.
You didn't see me, but for a fleeting moment when you looked my way, I saw you.
My pizza was great, my salad was tasty. I enjoyed my company and didn't waste another moment trying to figure out who you really were, I already knew.
There are Mamas everywhere,
Hanging their head,
Not many snacks in the kitchen.
There are Mamas with sore hands,
From keeping them happy and fed,
As well as all else that comes with the job.
There are Mamas everywhere,
Who think they're alone,
Feeling less while they're building.
Judgement moreso from within,
Suddenly, perceiving growth,
Comes in glimpses only.
There are Mamas everywhere,
Ones just like me,
Who are beyond grateful for the luxuries.
The conveniences that others enjoy daily,
Aren't something we see,
Though we see our children.
There are Mamas everywhere,
Paving the way for the future,
Struggling now and thriving later.
We are learning with our hands,
Confident to calling though unsure,
We deserve what we dream of for our tribes.
To be loved,
Is to be confused.
It’s receiving roses without thorns,
And looks without scorn.
The feeling of melting in someone’s arms,
While being unarmed.
It’s being afraid of the dark,
But knowing the moon shines afar.
The wind that brushes hair from your face,
Making your life suffice.
The moth that’s usually drawn to the flame,
Waits by the porch light to hear you say its name.
The glitter on the floor you can’t get rid of,
The thread in the cloth that you stitch.
The one you get to keep secret,
Safely tucked away in your pocket.
Even if their mention never leaves your tongue,
They still make you think you’re enough.
Because they’re job is to confuse you,
And to never leave you.
Because even after they’re gone,
They still linger on.
In the perfume that they wear,
And in the roses that they share.
if you think about it
space
its mind boggling
the universe
the sheer size of it
galaxies
we'll never explore
worlds
we'll never see
space
the final frontier
nothing else in this life is totally unlimited
except space
the information held
in only the worlds we've never seen
we create poetry
art
but is it forever
nothing is
but space is close
the beings ultimately hidden in it
the words spoken
the stars illuminating the blackness
of space
there is no equal
every history ever written
millions of possibilities
small minds
thinking where the only ones
we can't be
space is simply too big
You are god and god is you.
All is one and one is all (paths).
By divine time.
By divines impulse.
I wake up.
To no thought.
To listen to my heart.
Take the first chance you get.
To let go.
By just doing it.
Getting it done.
For this is the path of least resistance.
In tune with rhythm.
In fro with the flow.
Balance meeting multiple harmonies.
Dropping the feathered mask of ego.
Applying god's given gift.
By being authentic.
For this I give in.
I surrender.
And say thanks for using me.
I am playing me part well.
Using my will to hammer at my freewill.
?? connections.
My colorful flowers,
@ * @ * @
\!/ \!/ \!/ \!/ \!/
will bloom.
@ * @ * @
\!/ \!/ \!/ \!/ \!/
I wish we all were blessed to spend more time in nature…
perhaps it’s the best way to make a country great…
for I believe if we spent more time in nature…
we’d have less time to hate.
Because the more time spent enjoying what’s on this Earth
and all the things above it…
It is inevitable…nature will seduce you
and you will learn to love it.
And when you begin to love nature…
you’re more accepting…more inclined to share
and your eyes and heart will open up
until you see beauty everywhere.
Tomorrow will be Woman’s Day
celebrated everywhere but the USA
Makes sense when Hilary Clinton
can't even answer, 'What's a woman?'
Snowy snowy everywhere,
Right from near to elsewhere.
Frozen lakes and frozen minds,
It can make anyone deaf and blind.
The herd of penguins can be seen,
In the place where white beats the green.
Concentric layers of black and white,
To take on the unavoidable freezing fight.
The younger ones are trembling in cold,
Luckily they are encircled by the bold.
They keep on moving like sticky bands,
To share proportionate time on that land.
United they stand and divided they fall,
Nature gives justice to all.
The river from nowhere flows across the Earth
From every tiny town and hidden hamlet, it comes
To gather the waste of fallen man in countless streams
And carry it across the terrestrial surrendering sphere
The river running from nowhere
Comes voiceless and without song
Acid, ruinous, its life course runs outside of dreams
Silently carrying the waste of sin from its source
It heaves itself up in steaming swells
From the undergrounds of human loss
Vomiting fluids from terror filled wells
Onto the pink flesh of the innocent newborn
And in the clear air of Spring orchards
Stagnant pools form, lying still and hopeless
Cold wetness percolating into the black scared earth
Passing into hell’s icy bottom of death’s eternal void
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