Got it all: brains & looks !
AP: Honorable Mention 2026
Listen to the wind as it sings to you
Chiming out its natural, melodious tune.
Listen to the feelings that the wind conveys
Alternating tone and pitch with its displays.
Listen to the wind thundering its rage.
In the aftermath, the wind sighs in the haze.
Listen to the wind whispering a breeze.
You can almost see it dance as it swirls with ease.
Listen to the wind duet with the sea's roar.
Hear the wind rejoice as it helps birds soar.
A force to be reckoned with with all its might.
It engages our senses and excites our sight.
Super versatility has the wind
More convincingly its power's underpinned.
The wind may cause destruction. It may bring relief.
Listen as it makes trees bow and shakes each leaf.
Like everything else, the wind has purpose and place.
The wind can break the silence in an awkward space.
Appreciate its value. Listen to the wind.
Even though fathers might all seem similar in some ways
They are actually all different as are cats and bears
Or even pirates and trees regardless of hidden fees
When working in the woods
Dad was a bear and a force to be reckoned with
But like a famous man, “he preferred it nice and peaceful”
He liked to be on the go as the winds did blow
On some Father’s Days I would say
“Yo ho Yo ho” we shall go wherever we go
My thought eventually became
I do not want to relocate any more
But Dad, the good man that he was
Kept us on the go until the end
I eventually got my wish
Like a fish eventually gets a hook
And every Father’s Day, I think of Dad
Our pleasure is political
Our presence anarchy
Our smile a rebellion
Our hair A revolution
Our blood our fire
Our blackness A force to be reckoned with
Our joy to them is a declaration of war
Our resilience an act of political warfare
Our resilience a threat to the system of oppression they built
They don't like when we take back control
Then turn it into freedom
Their existence is threatened
By how we embrace our blackness
They can't handle when we love
Being black
Because its something they can't
Have
Be
Or steal
No matter how hard they try
Their envy betrays them
Every time they oppress us
Kill us
Target us
When they discriminate us
They know the only way they can feel superior
Is by trying to make us feel inferior
That's Our power
Joy and laughter
rebel dancer model with a dulcet voice
and penchant for theatrics
Brigitte took Paris by storm
the bombshell exuded more than beauty
she was a force to be reckoned with
AP: Honorable Mention 2025
If I could talk, what would I say?
Would I use my words in a major way?
Will the world listen to my aggressive voice,
Or would they walk away and leave me with remorse?
Don't tell me the answer, just leave me lonely.
My heart can't take another person being phony.
So just leave me out here on the ocean shore
To talk to the only person who loves me more.
It's not the air but the shadow of my mind
That blocks the sun when it's trying to shine.
So I'm going to speak my words from negative to positive,
Influencing myself to think clearly more often.
I'm going from a doubt of fear to believing in myself,
Start talking with aggression to everyone else.
No more being self-conscious and talking in silence;
My voice is now going to be heard, no more being quiet.
I know when I speak, I'm going to be a force to be reckoned with.
No more being in the background; I'm making an emotional shift.
I'm taking over the world until death silences me,
So everyone be aware my voice is going to be a masterpiece!
Different luminosities don't characterize her. She's
A force to be reckoned with, Let's count the ways:
Brainy, Brilliant
Loveable, Lover
Adept, Artful
Classy, Competent
Keen, Knowledgeable
Whimsical, Witty
Observant, Out of the World
Magical, Mystic
Artistic, Always
Noble, Nurturable
A woman is caring
A woman is motherly
A woman is strong
A woman is sister
A woman is a friend
A woman is loyal
A woman is understanding
A woman can be teasers
A woman can be fickle
A Woman is force to be reckoned with
A Woman can be complex
A Woman can be loving so much more
ROBERT SHERRIFF - AUSTRALIAN - POET -AUTHOR - SINGER - ACTOR - AMERICAN HISTORIAN – PHOTOGRAPHER- DEDICATED TO Blake Sherriff
Bridge Over Troubled Waters
Hello, my dear friend, your presence in my life is a blessing.
No challenge in life should be so daunting that you can't reach out for help. We are here for each other, a force to be reckoned with, united by our shared experiences that bind us, regardless of the obstacles we face. Everything is fixable; nothing is beyond our grasp. Set your goals, and if you pursue your dreams with unwavering determination, they will come to fruition.
Remember, when you hurt, I hurt. When you cry, I cry. Please feel free to share your feelings and thoughts. I am deeply committed to your well-being and will always be here for you. Have faith in God and trust that we can navigate even the most turbulent waters together.
ROBERT SHERRIFF - AUSTRALIAN - POET -AUTHOR - SINGER - ACTOR - AMERICAN HISTORIAN – PHOTOGRAPHER- DEDICATED TO Blake Sherriff
Bridge Over Troubled Waters
Hello, my dear friend, your presence in my life is a blessing.
No challenge in life should be so daunting that you can't reach out for help. We are here for each other, a force to be reckoned with, united by our shared experiences that bind us, regardless of our obstacles. Everything is fixable; nothing is beyond our grasp. Set your goals, and if you pursue your dreams with unwavering determination, they will come to fruition.
Remember, when you hurt, I hurt. When you cry, I cry. Please feel free to share your feelings and thoughts. I am deeply committed to your well-being and will always be here for you. Have faith in God and trust that we can navigate even the most turbulent waters together.
In a world where rights Slumber
Justice withers like a deserted flower
The Voiceless voices out of no voice
A silent scream of Murmur that awakens.
From the Comfort of Silence
Dreams Re-Awake in defiance of the prevailing mandate
The old guard will soon surrender to dawn
The Voiceless voice, a force to be reckoned with.
Written by Joel Adi Yohanna
A black girl lost in the world,
Feeling like she doesn't belong,
Her skin is a shade that stands out,
In a society that tells her she's wrong.
She walks the streets with a heavy heart,
Feeling the weight of the world on her shoulders,
Searching for a place where she fits in,
But constantly feeling like she's an outsider.
Her hair, her dance, her spirit so free,
A reflection of her rich history,
But in a world that tries to erase her past, S
he struggles to find her identity.
She's told to straighten her hair,
To lighten her skin, to blend in,
But she knows she's beautiful as she is,
And refuses to let society win.
She's strong,
She's resilient,
She's proud,
She knows her worth,
Her power, Her truth,
And though the world may try to break her,
She knows her spirit will always shine through.
So she walks with her head held high,
A warrior in a world that seeks to tear her down,
And though she may be lost at times,
She knows she'll always be found.
For she is a black girl,
Strong and true,
A force to be reckoned with,
Alight in the dark,
And though the world may try to dim her shine,
She will always leave her mark.
I stand unapologetically me;
Unafraid to be different, unafraid to be bold,
I stand for the truth for it is gold
I raise my voice; let it be heard
With all due disrespect!
I rise above the fray, unbowed and without dismay,
My spirit unchained and free to soar
Unbound by the mocking, the scorn, the token
I rise with all due disrespect!
In a world that seeks conformity,
I refuse to blend into the crowd,
I proudly stand in my authenticity,
With all due disrespect, I speak loud.
My thoughts unfiltered, my actions unchained,
I dance to the rhythm of my own beat,
With all due disrespect, I embrace my reign,
Defying expectations, I won't retreat.
For I am a force to be reckoned with,
A rebel with a cause, a warrior in flight,
With all due disrespect, I boldly exist,
In the darkness, I am my own guiding light.
So let the critics scoff and the naysayers jeer,
I will not be swayed by their doubts or their fear,
With all due disrespect, I stand tall and clear,
Embracing my truth, unapologetically sincere.
Truth is my healing.
I sought righteousness,
I prayed…
I’ve been waiting for this moment to come,
This time, I will not be afraid.
My innocence was robbed.
I was terrified of death sentence…
Wept my tears every night,
About bedtime stories turned to nightmares
His memories, his existence…
Barred with fear for decades
I was scared to be chased…
I ran away from what haunts me
But I’m prisoner of my own truth
That can’t be erased.
I was a prey every breakfast
I was a taste of his cravings…
When my life became as sour as f***
My world turned upside down
Grudges became my big savings.
Forced to be silent…
Now a force to be reckoned with
Truth is my healing…
Ultimately, I deserve a peace mind
Unappalled and glowing.
Both France and Australia were nil-nil until extra time when Aussie Alanna Kennedy’s misdirected header during a corner kick produced an own goal for France. The goal was disallowed for a foul inside the box by a French player. But Australia had more than luck on their side. Aussie goalie, Mackenzie Arnold, was a force to be reckoned with. The vanquished French coach Herve Renard said, “We came up against a Goliath of a goalie.” Then all it took was the late substitute Cortnee Vine to calmly convert the winning penalty kick. For the first time in their history, the host team Matildas are in the World Cup semifinals!
Vine’s PK winner
Matildas’ goalie Arnold—
France shown no merci
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