Is our true love was going anywhere?
After traditional local fun fair
Nothing does compare, with the teasing scare
Where we share, our mature teen age affair
Passing written notes, from pens we borrow
Wonder about future, unknown horror
Sunny blue skies? After we say goodbye?
Studying college courses are new try
Meeting new friends, saying, he’s a nice guy
Semester we wander getting credit
Attend class confessing "should have read it"
Or the other excuse, “I don’t get it”
Compass directs one to the campus bar
Healing wounds from the bloody mark grade scar
Fair maiden with the locks of molten gold,
Whose gentle grace doth make the sun seem dim,
No earthly treasure that the heavens hold
Can match thy virtue, pure in every limb.
Thine eyes, like morning dew upon the rose,
Do awaken all my spirit with delight;
When darkness falls and all the world doth close,
Thy shining tresses guide me through the night.
Sweet lady, let my humble heart draw near,
To tender thee a vow that shall endure;
Through every changing season of the year,
My love for thee abides forever sure.
No fleeting time can fade thy radiant hair,
Nor dim the sweet perfection of thy face;
For God hath framed no creature half so fair,
Nor crowned a maiden with so bright a grace.
I freely admit and hereby disclaim
when writ 'twas a pitiful rhyme
and all those moments
will be lost in time
like tears in rain
in Spain
they stay
mainly in the plain
or so they say
and yet are washed away
down the drain
never to be shed
or seen again
lFair orphan of the sky,
Yet another love meant for goodbye,
What light do you shine with,
Is it true what they say-
Burglar of men’s hearts?
To what God must I pray,
For relief from this ailment, say?
You might never return my heart,
And keep it yours to use-
But ‘tis not a crime, is it?
Hours fly by as I muse,
With speech, love I confuse,
Not more than a smile escaped,
And you smiled but I read,
All that you would never have wanted
My psyche, rife with dread,
In you, my soul what bliss it read,
Bliss of hope, bliss of love,
While you laughed as you looked at the sky,
And let me live my perpetual lie.
Treat me nice and fair, please do
I may look old, though
I have a pure soul
I stay upon this land,
I have no special goal
Not as your vicious vile
It might think of me so
I am full of affection for the land,
I really do —
For there my old times carved,
And my roads paved.
I love them, really much,
I love them so.
I am a true gentleman
With a unique soul.
Please treat me nice and fair,
please do...
The loudest voice is not the wisest sound,
The tallest crown may hide the weakest ground.
A smiling face may sell a poisoned kiss,
For power often profits through abyss.
The dice are loaded long before they're thrown;
The harvest claimed was seldom fully sown.
The fox wears silk, the lion bears the blame,
While truth is sacrificed to feed the game.
Yet storms don't reign forever in the sky;
The strongest towers still decay and die.
Though falsehood wears a robe of bright renown,
Time strips the robe and tears the idol down.
So seek not thrones by trading soul for gain;
No borrowed crown is worth a lasting stain.
For power fades like shadows at the fall,
But truth outlives the rise and fall of all.
It is not a large clue
for the collectives blues
to come from the tools of grim news.
We spoke to authors and speakers
to speak on all who expire
for death is fair, but life is unfair.
He and she, they and I
know of a stars end
and the hearts that burst of thy neighbour
and the rebel who rode into heavy metal
and the victim melted into the dirt.
Our lives are shaped by experience
but our ends are shaped by circumstances
yet we know
yet we don't wish to know.
of fair Alice little was known
rarely seen once she’d grown
up, they say, to be
quite the lovely lady
though once I’m told
years later, when she was old
she was visible by the river at night
a faint whiff of blood, panning for gold
You eat what you are fed
whatever might pass for food.
You don't question it,
you choose to be complacent.
Behind the scenes
there's a monopoly,
a conspiracy to get rich
feeding you whatever
can enrich their greedy pockets.
Your health will pay the true price
of proactive due diligence.
AP: Honorable Mention 2026
BIG US BIRTHDAY
NOT REALLY GOING TRUMP’S WAY
MANY HOME WILL STAY
AND NOBODY THERE
THE GREAT AMERICAN FAIR
ANYBODY CARE
Love can sway,
Our focus,
Love surrounds,
Like Our Lord,
Not fair weather folk,
His love is staunch,
Sees us all through,
The journey to faith,
We awaken, renewed
Hope to love,
Full of surprise!
This, your fair head, farewelling
Each side, which upbore
Love's smile, blooming through
In kisses one threw
Sunned down on. Darker, darker...
Each ray of, mist-filled
Admit, sadly eyed
With, identified.
You're stronger than anything thrown at you
The day has finally come.
You thought you were above the law.
Now time to do time.
Wordku: 5-7-5 words
AP: Honorable Mention 2026
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