There is a fine line between a friend and a foe,
One careless step – and fractures take their toll.
A fragile thread by unseen tensions spun,
One step too far – and what was whole undone.
So often formed with little strain,
Yet just as fast dissolve in pain.
What once felt easy, light, and strong,
Can turn to silence, cold and wrong.
What blooms in trust may rot without a sound
For trust once cracked is rarely ever found.
For bonds are built through patient art,
With love and kindness at their heart.
Yet when mistakes and tensions crawl,
Those pillars crack — and shadows fall.
Thus guard the line no eyes are trained to see,
For foes are often friends we used to be.
A Law — is but a Whisper —
That trembles through the Air —
It binds — the speaking Conscience —
To what it dares declare —
The Truth — may wear a Shadow —
And Fraud — a fair Disguise —
The Jury — peers through Windows —
That open — into Skies —
A Word — can build a Prison —
A Glance — can set one Free —
And Justice — is an Angel —
That cannot always See —
The Fine Line — is a Filament —
Between the Heart — and Oath —
Where one — will perish — speaking —
And one — survives them — both —
So Florida — keeps her Balance —
Upon this Thread — so thin —
That even God — must marvel —
At how it won’t give in —
we've built this house of cards
now that could tumble any moment
should you unilaterally decide
to change the game
AP: 1st place 2025
Today, 2025.3.09@08:46:00
Here I am again at Geelong.
Not only I am alone, but also unhappy.
My trip over the long weekends had been altered and changed,
Not by the weather nor a new plan,
Simply by some body who has no sense of responsibilities.
I shall not loose any of my time and energy,
On a person like this.
He gave me a book,
In which he described himself as a loner.
And disclosed so many of his unacceptable behaviours,
But not a word of his selfishness nor breaking promises characters.
By now, I am happy and relief,
Visiting one of my favourite beaches.
The Geelong icon, "Manningham" pier,
The newly built hook shaped Yarra Street pier,
In less than 90 minutes,
I shall be on my way to Apollo Bay.
I do not know if I am going to have big waves,
Which knocked me to the ground and hurt my knees,
I do not mind at all, because
I was not promised by the nature,
I will embrace what so ever,
Big or small, rough or gentle,
Not like some people,
Give you high hope and drop you like hot potato.
I knew I was a loner, but I will never be a loser.
There’s a not-so-fine line
Between antiques and junk.
Some objects of “value”
A pro may debunk.
While others, so old
They are covered in rust,
Seem worthless, so passing
Them over’s a must.
Still, it can be fun
Checking out all the wares
At various flea markets,
Shops, booths and fairs.
It takes a keen eye
To uncover some treasure,
But poking around
Brings a “Look at this!” pleasure.
M-use
A-bout
R-ighteous
I-dea
E-mploys
A-crostic
N-ote
N-icely
D-enoting
R-emarkable
E-xpression
A-s
F-ine
L-ine
O-f
R-egards
E-ndorses
S-weetness
Topic: Birthday of Marie Anndrea I. Flores (June 20)
Form: Vertical Monocrostic
F-ine
L-ine
O-f
R-hyme
E-mploys
N-atural
C-heer
E-xpressing
M-irthful
E-motion's
R-eal
C-omfort
U-nder
R-ighteousness
I-t
O-ozes
Topic: Birthday of Florence Mercurio (January 04)
Form: Vertical Monocrostic
I-t's
A-nother
N-ew
F-ine
L-ine
O-nce
R-hyme
E-xpresses
S-ublimity
Topic: Birthday of Ian Flores (September 24)
Form: Vertical Monocrostic
It's a fine line...
Between love and hate
Between good and bad
Between the heart and the break
It's a fine line...
Between what is and what was
Between here and there
Between it all and never enough
It's a fine line...
Between right and wrong
Between hope and despair
Between silence and song
It's a fine line...
Between you and me
Between joy and sadness
Between the sky and the deep blue sea
It's a fine line...
Everything is fine
Fine tune, fine art, fine dining
Life is a fine line
I love your smile I love your witty charm
I'll never forget when you broke my arm
I adore your walk and the way you talk
You always said I'd be the one you stalk
I cherish your humor and you dance well
Since I've met you life's been a living hell
I love your eyes and your great sense of style
The things you tell me are so very vile
"He's no good for you" I heard from a friend
I keep praying for the abuse to end
When we started dating it was so grand
Why did you ever have to raise your hand?
I wish I didn't feel you're my soul mate
There is a fine line between love and hate
Everyday has brought mystery
Of when I shall confess
Only when my mind caves in
Will my heart set free my love
Until now I have held strong
Even though I have given hints
With chips and cracks I can't relax
And give in to the glow in sight
The sea of blue inside your eyes
Has kept me drifting toward
The thought of you and the fine line
That my mind has my heart bound to.
An eye for an eye,
Don’t anticipate,
Visions pass by,
Mark it as fate,
Underneath power,
Death can resist,
Within the next hour,
The makers assist,
Fine line read,
Scars tinted,
Crumbled like bread,
The particles hinted,
One day in,
More to come,
Kicked in the shin,
Up again; until it’s done,
Working for those,
Feeling weak,
Exotic flows,
Informing by leak,
Wordplay prescription,
Double box fled,
Mirror as reflection,
Pushing forward; ahead.
I'm walking a fine line,
somewhere between dead and alive,
I'm contently loosing balance,
tripping over my own two feet.
I'm scratched, scared, and bruised.
Will I make it out alive?
Or will I die,
on this destructive path of mine?
There is a fine line between sane and insane.
It is so small its hard for us to explain.
We all have our little quirks and ticks.
But were are not insane, its nothing to fix.
There isn't a single person who hasn't had crazy thoughts.
We just don't talk about them, that's what we are taught.
When we meet people we keep it locked inside.
We push our tendencies down and if asked we lied.
How many of us over-reacted to a broken heart?
Calling your ex a thousand times, that's the crazy part.
Or getting mistreated or fired from the place you work.
You know what you wanted to do to that boss or jerk.
And how many of us have been called neat freaks?
Its because that little voice inside us always speaks.
Don't you think that is just a tad bit strange?
I am not trying to point out that you maybe deranged.
My point is, we all have our moments of doubt.
Were not sure if were insane, but we never let it out.
We show others what we want them to see, the rest is buried.
Women let it come out after your together forever and married.
***For Nancy Jones' contest, “Fine line between...”
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