We are not perfect
We all have scars
We all have fears
We all have pain
We all have our imperfections
Because perfections can not simply exist
In the human spirit for long
There are the moments in everyone lives
Where glimpses of perfection appear in our day
Finally learning a new skill
Achieving that goal
Putting the finishing touches on work of art
A freshly baked loaf of bread
I had a meeting to submit my work
I had stayed awake all night putting
finishing touches to the project
I rushed out of the house to meet the cab
The deadline was 9:00am I was rushing
to meet it
Lo and behold arriving the venue
I realized I had left the manuscript
on my table.
Don't waste time,
On holding grudges.
Always make sure to add,
the finishing touches.
Say you're sorry,
When you should.
If you make a bleep,
Knock on wood.
Let go of things,
You can't change.
Stay clear from things,
That are pre-arranged.
Forgive,
If at all possible.
Think before you react,
Be responsible.
Your darkest hour,
Can be the brightest light.
Never give up,
Without a fight.
A new beginning,
Comes from a painful ending.
Try to complete the task at hand,
Try not to leave things pending.
All the painful lessons,
It makes you strong.
Helps you out,
keeps you plugging along.
Betrayal can make you,
More intelligent.
Only put effort into,
Things that are relevant.
Be quirky,
Attract the unattracted.
Stay on track,
Don't get distracted.
In the face of adversity,
Don't hit below the belt.
When you leave,
Let your absence be felt.
Some days go slow,
Others you make progress.
Believe in yourself,
Trust In the Process….
Turbo1904
I said I would create a painting for an auction.
She wanted me to include the school mascot.
I thought I did, but I didn’t.
I accidentally included the biggest rival’s school’s mascot.
Iowa, and Iowa State. Who knew?
I thought I did, but apparently I did not and I am from Iowa.
My twin who knows a bit about sports thought it was hilarious.
I had already finished all three paintings, I was not as amused.
I had to turn the Iowa Hawk into a cardinal.
I did it too; it is not perfect but it is what they are getting.
I had spent a week on these, a do-over is not something I can face.
Not this week at least. Not after putting on all the finishing touches.
Life's Lesson Life's Hacks
Learning to see with your heart,
for once,
and see the things the eyes cannot?
Learning to listen with your heart,
as well,
you'll hear the things your own ears cannot tell.
Should you hear a broken-down man cry,
or a homeless woman,
she just stole some food, and you saw it?
Let me see with my heart,
oh Lord,
let me know to listen with my heart, too?
So, I can know to ripen with age,
spilling over with the pearls of wisdom,
I've learned throughout my days.
Life's lessons' are the best to learn,
sit down, relax,
and wait till your turn.
Remember the stupidest questions,
are the ones not asked?
So ask away, ask away, ask away, all.
I think I'm going to write some right,
with finishing touches, this prose still, I write?
Welcome to Yellow Woodpecker Farm where the incredible food slaps you.
The cows bark, the cats bellow, the dogs mow the lawn, and the birds moo.
Let me talk! Let me say something! Put me in couch! It is our talkative doll.
She does most of the talking for Lucia. Pushing me right now off of this stall.
Lucia is busy, and Pedrinho too at magical funny Yellow Woodpecker farm.
Invented by the curiosities of a studier of children, who meant no harm.
Here is original intelligent man of the hour, our own Viscount of Sabugosa.
He knows more than many, and I know pretty much most-ah.
Where is the old lady? Viscount asks upon his maize-infested arrival.
You see he is made of maize, and depends on its health for his survival.
I am not sure, but Aunt Nastacia is putting the finishing touches on lunch.
Let’s eat some cucumber sandwiches. They will pinch your face in a crunch.
Yellow Woodpecker Farm is a place you have to come see for yourself.
Magical things happen in the forms of gnomes, gargoyles, or Charley elf.
Do not let Mrs. Benta catch you if you wish any harm to her boys.
They are protected in every way here, by her and their magical toys.
So as the fauna flakes into flasks and the distance is at ease,
so as the forgotten fallen ones are at peace and you and your life are crease,
so as the harrowing start and a seasonal bar goes into the yonder park,
and an endimony of our presentation is falling into desert art-
I am pleading that you start speaking to them all in a heart-
I am donned to be peaking as I am just about to fall off the energy's leaving one little diamond in the war-
I said I wanted to fight, and became broken in the hallway,
it's O.K, I am only as ready as the unrealized baseness of seeing the future so stark,
let's let them off as we go because I have no other wool, and the only history of time is the glittering wine in the standout cottage on stage street where I round-about all hairy lore,
stupid as I can't breathe the only time I say please is honorary a beast so let's wonder about the finishing touches now heavenly and...
Comforter
bare ready
fluffing, patting, throwing
the finishing, touches,pillows
bed
Adding finishing touches to gazebo.
Enclosed haven looking much like a resort.
Our very own summer guesthouse.
Wordku: 5-7-5 words
AP: Honorable Mention 2026
Mr. Ant who was feeling very dehydrated,
walked to get some relief he anticipated,
quenching his thirst he drank from the river,
falling in was swept away cold and shivering,
Lovely dove on overhead branch witnessed the scene,
plucked off a leaf and dropped it into the stream,
Mr. Ant exhausted tread water to the leaf craft,
climbed aboard it smiling didn't think he would last,
Eventually Mr. Ant sailed safely to the river bank,
spying the designs of a bird catcher his heart quickly sank,
with the catcher finishing touches on his trap twig nest,
Mr. Ant bit him in the foot and the catcher threw down the rest,
Whereupon the loud commotion alarmed the dove who shuddered,
making her take to the air with quick grace and a flutter,
with her returning after the bird catcher ran off leaving his clutter,
the new friends thought "one good turn definitely deserves another."
"The Ant and the Dove Fable"
2-24-17
When I was young, I had a dream
and saw life in a different perspective.
I saw life as a park,
where I could just come, play and go.
I thought time was slow
so I slacked and relaxed.
I had a dream but kept it inside
saying to myself, "there´s still time".
I played all day
and slept all night.
I even forgot to pray
and ask God to show me the right path.
And then I woke up the next morning,
Wow!!! I´m twenty-five.
Wow!!! I´m no longer a baby.
I´m now living my own life
and living my life includes pursuing my dreams
which I have left to rotten.
I pick them up now
and all I pick is nothing
cause I left them to sour.
I start from the scratch
when my mates are giving theirs finishing touches.
My dreams I start to patch
when my mates are receiving honorary badges.
And then I realized my time wasn´t frozen
but was moving as I was breathing.
It´s funny how life turns out to be
when you´re no longer a baby with little mentality.
The Snowflake Heart
By Elaine Roy
T's the heart, that falls so deeply, that leave it love, like snow upon a meadow.
Falling softly as tender touches , each falling snowflakes melts; finding it way into the hearts of the ones you love !
For within the heart lye each snowflake, glinting with love. It's when you touch the heart of someone, you begin to see the hidden snowflake that's glitters, went the warmth of love is felt!
To embrace one's heart, is to seek with in the fallen snow.
It's how you create the wonder of love, like a snow angel.
It's the magic of love, like the finishing touches that creates snowflakes!
Every one, is able to seek the heart of wonder. It's how we create a bond to each other's hearts!
Each snowflake is different but still a snowflake; just like our hearts!
I feel at liberty having you here,
Sitting unassumingly,
In the corner of my lounge.
Free to cavort naked as my mother bore me,
While you remain firm and sure,
Spurning your chances to,
Remark upon my togs.
Your bare coat at no time results,
In you objecting, should I open a window or two?
You never shudder or tremble.
Sometimes I hear you brush,
Tacitly, against my restful sage lounge walls.
Never do you interrupt as I prattle,
On and on and on and on,
About frivolous issues.
I furnish you with drink,
As you, tender the finishing touches to my parlour.
The blacksmith's call came in last night
Startled from bed and full of fright
Pressed into service, make a sword
Adorn it, sharp, they'll live no more
Sweat on his brow, he worked all night
Pleased his swords were his delight
He set the jewels, for extra measure
I must honor the master, 'tis for his pleasure
Finishing touches, the master arrived
He paid his wage, his eyes gleamed wide
A long road, then, atop the hill
He drew the sword, held high and still
He pierced His side, now death for sure
And then came forth a blood so pure
We have been through so much,
yet, somehow we have survived it all.
Through the good times and the bad, the sorrow and the pain, the smiles and the
frowns,
but, here we are still standing tall.
Together we are standing,
proudly side by side,
To join our lives, families and friends,
as I take you for my bride.
Together on this glorious day we will be,
combining two hearts, two body's, two minds.
I have been blessed, an angel sent to me,
Nichole, you are the one I was meant to find.
Finally my life is whole,
complete I would say,
With the finishing touches I am about to receive,
on our beautiful wedding day.
My promising vow to you will be,
is to love, honor and cherish my beautiful treasure.
You are my soul-mate, my angel, my heart baby girl,
Always and Forever.
Dedicated to: My beautiful wife Nichole S. Larson
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