the past may be onerous
a burden that prevents you from living
~ the present is your future
Wordku: 5-7-5 words
AP: Honorable Mention 2025
In a bottle's transparent depths,
ants struggled, waves of chaos
each fighting for life,
yet forming a living pyramid,
a reverberation of unity's might.
Some submerged, others held fast,
a coordinated dance of aid
no panic, no selfish haste,
each ant surrendered to the greater fate.
A spoon's gentle rescue came,
ants emerged, one by one,
until one faltered, slipped back
into the water's grasp.
The last ant turned, dove deep,
clinging tight to the drowning form,
a bond of brotherhood,
a sacrifice that shook my core.
Shame on humans, lost in pride,
building walls, not bridges wide,
ants teach us unity's strength,
a lesson in selfless length.
True power lies in collective might,
let ants' wisdom guide our plight,
unity's lesson, forever told
in their small, mighty hearts of gold.
i want to lead a life that's resolute
intentional and meaningful
set goals identify priorities
reach for the moon
go all the way
make my dreams come true
AP: Honorable Mention 2025
Pains are supposed lifetime teachers,
Teachers that connect mind to soul.
Soul, mind connects unto preachers,
Towards time... life lessons made whole.
Pains are pieces of peaceful storm...
Comfort's steeze can not regulate,
Or by any means can reform;
All stings, life's fate violate.
Each never come to mount limit,
Rather shapes mind not to get lost
Of strength wearing out to be fit
Enough for heart, wishes exhaust...
In-between life and death dreamlands,
Once of pursuit in dying hope;
Tired, shattered yet chasing cum grace,
Possible luck could lock by chance-
Either up in the sky to fall...
Like manna released from heaven,
Or in the oxygen breaths breathe...
To keep living and grow nice gut.
I always had that inner quality of putting others first
I'll become anything needed from a mom to a nurse
I'm so busy with others that i don't get what i need
I think it's about that time that i just focused on me
Venture out and go places and see more sights
Enjoy my own bonfire along with the night star light
There's many things that i wish I had personal time to do
Putting myself second is the reason i don't have a clue
If the other people were happy was always my concern
Self help before helping others is what i have to learn
It's ok to be there for others but you have to be happy too
If others are content why would they think about you
I have helped others and have done many good deeds
I think it's about that time that i just focused on me.
Z-ealous
A-mbitions
N-urture
D-ream's
R-esult
A-nd
L-ife's
E-thereal
E-xistence,
J-ust
A-wakening
M-ind's
E-ndless
L-onging
A-nytime
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Monocrostic (Birthday of Zandra Lee Jamela)
Sad can permeate,
Grey, dank days create,
Time heals, does pass by,
Gloom sees end to each sigh,
We all need remedies,
Keep up face smilies,
Each person can use,
New focus to choose,
Once we all wailed,
Again the assassins have failed,
You'll wake in own skin,
Cheers! is best medicine!
Was the article illusive
In transparent approach
The suitor in study
As students with rome?
Cause and able, yet
There she isn't
Ive died in your dear wifes eyes
tell me i never loved her
hurt after the dancings done
ive died in your dear wifes eyes
and theyve been taken away
tell me i never loved an angel
hurt after the dancings done
thugger enter the idiom
corner unpainted, love irish
b, low, c nuttin
craned, exam, deliver the news
leave all these younga brohtas bent
kneckin on a fence
weezers
the boy's in t.o. puttin on advisors
saw you a step out
ob gy n you thoughts
why you catchin trash
yo mama radio no latch
free rides for too strong
mama and daddy silly idols
al dented the news racks
elbows up
K-een
A-im
R-adiantly
I-lluminates
Z-enith's
Z-est
A-s
N-ew
N-uances
Y-ou
Z-ealously
E-xpress
L-ook
L-ively.
©bfa041725
Monocrostic (Birthday of Karizza Nyzelle V. Quiroz)
When you reach
the top of the mountain
remember it is not about the mountain
It is about the legs that did not fail you
It is about the sun that lit your way
It is about the wind that served your momentum
It is about the focus that empowered your stay
It is about the lesson that cleared your vision
It is about the bruise that made you strong
It is about the hand that nurtured your decision
It is about the rain that taught your heart a song
When you reach
the top of the mountain
remember it is not about the mountain
with loving vision, focused on you
you are the center of my attention,
the essence of my life!
yes, my dear,
you mean all that!
and much more to
me... you are the illusion I idealized,
the ideal dream I dreamed...
My goal since time immemorial,
since the earliest ages is you!
Per omnia seculorum,
only you!
In the darkroom of my mind, your photo still develops
A snapshot of you sears my brain
Fighting so hard to let it go
The artist within me cannot fathom
the idea of letting go of a muse so beautiful
I found beauty in a place where it's least seen
I saw it in you, in golden moments unseen
I still seek it in you, though it's hard to find
Replaying memories where your eyes shine warm and kind
But your icy blue eyes freeze me out
For you, I become colder and colder
Through this, I still always pick up the paintbrush
And paint your eyes looking back at me warmly
Focus each blessing,
Less stressing,
Cast our own spelling!
I envoke my right to kneel
And I stand on that which i feel
I leave all matters to rot
And I remember why i forgot
I race so i can see how far I'm behind
And i cover my eyes to walk a straight line
My feelings i held on to, now i have parted
And with grace and hope I'll finish what i started
Our land of stars and stripes, now glows,
with screens that flicker in hallowed halls.
Entranced humans shuffle, with eyes fixed below,
on small gadgets that have us enthralled.
Should the Statue of Liberty, our symbolic girl,
be holding a smartphone up to the world?
While tweets fly like eagles and hashtags swirl,
foreign disinformation trends as fast as it’s purled.
In lunch halls, real conversations take rest,
as influence is sought—in hoity-toity, binary quest.
Friends are backdrops—originality in short supply
as likes and shares make our dopamine fly.
America’s zombies, though *********** drained,
shuffle endlessly on, with Wi-Fi stimulated brains.
Once the land of the free, we’re now the land of tech
with minds wrecked by truths unchecked.
As we rock and sway—the new robot way—
will our old, analog-republic simply fade away?
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Songs for this:
Airhead by Thomas Dolby
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Oh, and a Christmas playlist because—it’s December:
daweb.us/xmas/Christmas_01.mp3
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