Contest: Favourites Footle
Sponsor: Karen Jones
Date: July 11th 2026
Mind caught
Deep thought.
Life choice
My voice
In-side
Can't hide
No sense.
Fog dense...
Cheer up!
Win cup
'Gainst angst.
Soul thanks.
Don't pout.
Don't shout.
Sad times?
Make rhymes.
Boost self.
Heart health.
Balm soothes.
Smoothe moves...
Mind caught.
Deep thought!
She was graceful sitting there.
At home exquisite in her exotic decor.
Peacefully listening to bluesy favourites.
Wordku: 5-7-5 words
AP: Honorable Mention 2026
You never said the actual truth to me,
But through it all, through them I see.
You never told your dying wish to me.
But I know how you wished I would be.
So I'll be reserved now even among family,
'Cause being misunderstood is my penalty.
And now I will become clean of things finally,
'Cause you're making me recall my divinity.
You never seemed to truly, fully love me,
But through the years, I loved you sincerely
In my own special way, so unknowingly
'Cause of then secret neurodivergent reality.
Everyone has favourites, I always knew it,
But I admired you and kept it a secret,
'Cause you never understood (not one bit)
That I want the life you lived (yes, all of it).
When you told me you love green and blue,
I happily said they're also my favourites too.
But in case you weren't believing me entirely,
I explained colourful scene in my mind I see.
I also told you another favourite of mine,
Purple, like cartoony mountains so fine,
As well as blue for skies, green for meadows.
I realized something special about us shows.
Those three colours, are the higher chakras:
Our open hearts, open minds, psychic auras.
We love these colors, we're unlike any other,
We are same, always meant to be together.
You are my beloved decreed by the stars,
You and I meant to heal each other's scars.
Someday we may see my colourful scene
And you will fully see just what I mean.
How to deepen the soup flavor
I feel as something is missing, frustrating
In the last year, tastes have changed
The power forms the basis of the soup itself
Maybe onions or mushrooms aren't your favourites
Sprinkle a little salt and pepper
taste or smell can actually catch the soup's interest
As pirouettes upward in the uvula
The best thing regarding the soup
is that it consists of different ingredients
Which gives a balanced blend of delicious taste to the mouth
Incense imported from exotic lands
Favourites range: Rose, earthy Sandalwood, mystic Frankincense
~ Most soothing to muddled minds
Wordku: 5-7-5 words
AP: Honorable Mention 2025
Hashtags.
Used to promote to get more attraction to a desired cause
To create a movement , to even open doors
But - like most things it has its flaws
Used to manipulate for narrative control
Stories of real life trauma
Plastered on social media
To be auctioned of and sold
To the highest bidder- usually a politician
Their favourites, those that contain stories of racism
Not because they care
But for emotional manipulation
Used to make them look like a 'diverse hero'
Claiming to love everyone
Yet create policies for a mandatory stop and patrol
'Coincidentally' in only black neighbourhoods
Most hashtags aren't even harmful
If used for the greater good, it can be very useful
A way for slogans to become a movement
One example - #blacklivesmatter
To boost, to help go viral
To become a worldwide sensation
After all you can never have enough people
To tackle this centuries long issue
Yet human nature makes people resentful
When they aren't the centre of attention - when they aren't popular
Usually the oppressors, they can't stand feeling inferior
They'll twist a cause to suit their reputation
After all what's a campaign without deception
How was it, have you got a slot
You ordered Lucozade, prawn toasts
And Garibaldi crisps, I thought
Your favourites, have you got those?
It was so hot today, I sat
Behind closed curtains, overwhelmed
With RVW full set
I passed the fens you know so well
I played the Norfolk Rhapsody
I watched the recent film of Cromer
And through that haunting melody
I saw the waters rolling over
And splashing softly at the pier
Where once you stood against the sky
I was beside, and from the rear
The seagulls cried for you and I.
Death shows no consideration
No regard for age or time
No idea of inconvenience
Death will never change its mind
Death does not discriminate nor negotiate
Has no favourites, feels no sorrow
When death comes for you
There will be no tomorrow
Welcome back,
It’s been a while
An invitation to Wine Pairing
I bet it brought a smile
Zevenvacht’s our wine
A farm from Stellenbosch
Meaning Seven Expectations
By golly, that sounds posh
I have some peeps
Tonight I must mention
Dom our good friend
Out spending his pension
Can’t leave out Auralia
She’s about to split
Rumour has it
She’s fallen in love with a Brit
On to my favourites
The gorgeous hot ducks
Looking radiant as ever
Wish I’d worn a Tux
Kerry’s back
For a brief interlude
With Catherine and friends
That table’s bound to get rude
Enough now, Barrie
It’s time to stop
The next course’ almost ready
And there’s wine to dop
You keep my heart locked away around your neck
It's value is only worth it to you, so please be gentle
Do you wear it as you rest your eyes to sleep
Or do you keep me locked away in a box, surrounded by your favourites before me?
Do you show it off to others, or am I quietly tucked under your collar
Cariad, you told me it was 'love' in Welsh
Myriad, I told you when you asked do I love you
I noticed your locket wasn't as good as it used to be
I offer to pay for it to be repaired, but you told me it was still perfect
I'm no longer strong enough to stay tightly clasped around your neck
My chains have started to corrode, you weren't as gentle as you needed to be
I'm sorry that I wasn't able to hold on, but I realize that's okay
It's value was never worth much to you, that's why you were never gentle
I'll buy you a new one if that's what you'd like, it can be a different colour
A different material
A different strength
But that means it wouldn't be me anymore
here we are this morning, in Australia
God plays no favourites, we see
the same magnetism pervades the air here
realms, domains, locales change
ephemeral phenomena is but smoke
the unchanging noumena eternal
When I look back on my childhood
the pre-school days were the best
living as an only child in the country
although adopted was treated as a guest
In my bedroom, I played with my toys
lots of farm figures were such fun
felt like I had my very own farm
took a break when I went out to run
One of my favourites is Betta Build
to build little houses just like new
also loved my Meccano set
spent endless hours doing all I knew
AS a loner I loved my own company
spending quality time with just me
such sweet contentment to enjoy
gives you a feeling of being free
Having a stammer caused to be alone
but don't regret it, no not at all
for learned such a lot about myself
years later, able to ride over many a fall
(This is about autobiographical account of my childhood. The life I remember from my pre-school memories which were my favourite years.)
holes in form at vortexes are now visible
energy gateways connecting with aether
each portal syncs to a specific frequency
yet communicating as a collective whole
we have no favourites although we notice
toroidal heart and fontanel lead the pack
of course the vertical grid that loops form
may amplify as of need any energy centre
continuous trickle of sublime soma nectar
an ever delighting seductive tease divine
whilst the potent hum of bliss magnetism
embodies within us essence of living light
As he looks at all the stuff
that‘s stored inside his head
he marvels at how randomly it’s all been packed away
“Gently, gently, be careful where you tread”
he reminds himself to move about with care
although he’s been up there many times before
and knows his way around
there are some dodgy places up there on his attic floor
as he looks about him with wonder and delight
there are things up there that he’d rather just forget
that he wishes he’d never done
that are cause for deep regret
but, when taken as a whole
he is pleased with what he finds up there
a veritable hodgepodge of life’s travails and pleasures
admitting that at times he should have paid more care
he considers it all to be his very own box of chocolates
he has his favourites that he wishes there were more of
and there are those that he vehemently wishes
he could quietly just get rid of
I wonder what it’s like
to be inside your head
would you like to spend some time
in somebody else’s head instead
even for just a moment
perhaps an entire day
and rummage through what they have there
all secretly stored away.
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