Freshest of dawn-walks
This by a sea.
Whilst on its air none but thee
Its lung's trace leaves:
Life; as first exhaled.
Spumy mists through.
As one cast up on anew
World's shore; least grieves.
Oh what a day!
an ocean sky and rays bright enough to probe a grateful mind
a beautified path laid before me to distract from what haunts behind
a bounty of abundance in every direction, still the air is freshest north
the birds sing for me and the trees dance with every step forth
liberation rests in my feet and stagnation fears me
my future is promised colourful, even beyond what I can see
Oh what a beautiful night!
the moon welcomes me home with such harmonious light
reminding me that beauty has no preference
reflecting on the bounties from the day
strengthening my soul from leading astray
love has sewn itself into my hide
the rays gifted to my mind brighten my vision
a reminder that life must be conquered without intercession
a life unenjoyed is like a starved appetite
a bird whose wings refuse to take flight
let us remain in the intoxicating stupor of internal delight
Run away together
I’m waiting like you said at midnight in the forest by the tree
with a dear gift that will please you
You didn’t have to say when I thought of you
Your dreams desire you ever wanted
My mother’s coins she stole from you thirty-five years ago
Living in grandeur and it never ends the witch
Clever and cunning she was never saw me coming
While you bring me the freshest of flowers
With a fragrance I could smell from afar
Well leave together in the carriage you ride
Together faraway may we travel to a new life which never ends
Chowder from the east coast
Homemade medley of the freshest finest ingredients
Gold medal winners every time
Wordku: 5-7-5 words
AP: Honorable Mention 2025
Helpless Winners At The Fair
Clone Wolf
Tantrum Rages
Leader Of The Pack…
Careless Sycophants
Elephantile Contagions
Self-Defeating Victims.
The Old Irony Escapes
Bare-Knuckles
Modeled, Paling…
Grabbing Artificial
Pleasure From
Manipulation's
Freshest Kill.
Your Cheeks Are
Tender Bloody Sweet
All You Cuddle-
Yummy Treats!
Your Tribe Awaits
With A Better Hat And
Sweater - Be-Damned…
Re-Damned. AGAIN!
Idolizers.
What You ‘Really Needed’
Cost Us All Our
Arms And Legs.
Too Bad That
Couldn’t Save Our
Extremely Enormous:
Vapid
Heart And
Head, Instead…
Skull-Candy Now
In Sugar-Cotton.
-Gray Squirrel
06-30-2025
Now quiet, settled, easy, leisurely
through life’s affairs,—say, couched in everyday—
and sipping being’s sweetest, freshest ray;
Sunshine!, Sunshine! ‘midst winter’s coldest glee!
Now troubled, disjointed, uneasily
fumbling, scrambling through dumb frowning time.—Gray-
-haired night’s murk weighs down gay light’s mirth filled play...—
tumbling through summer’s scorching cruelty!
An inescapable alternation
of gloom and cheer,(to be—and—not to be),
wheeling circles and cycles—infernal,—
recur, relapse, return through all creation.;
Remember, though pain’s but temporary,
vacuous suffering is eternal.
a quiet place i lay me down
the rhythm is so soothing to my whole soul
the world does not matter today
i dig the search till the death of me
a quiet place i lay me down
i talk to the Lord where He can hear me the bestest
the bills do not matter right now
i dig the contentment till the death of me
a quiet place i lay me down
the most recently Needed Blessing is Aloe Vera to my freshest of stresses
i was finally hired after many mountains or sharp curved tries
i dig FaithFully Believing till Infinity's End
For 8x5 contest , sponsor Joseph May. Posted 16 February 25
Lunch Break
Tomato and cheese
On rye if you please
Not from the deep freeze
I like a fresh roll
It comforts my soul
Lettuce would be nice
And a dash of spice
Paprika’s my vice
Coffee nice and hot
From the freshest pot
Add a double shot
Served by a miss Madge
Displayed on her badge
I gather my tray
She smiles when I say
Please have a nice day
Once as outlook seemed demeaning
I pondered life’s varied meaning
Only one thing I wished to be gleaning
The simple answer of why
I was near full to bursting a seam
Then as if by heavenly beam
The answer was great to a dream
One that made me feel as if to fly
See, as I wandered the day
There on the road lay
Some sort of fey
Whose life came to a stop
My mind seemed to tarry
And though understanding may vary
I think it’s kinda scary
That even a fey can flop
This answer a divine source must have sent
That from above must have lent
A sight of a precious life callously rent
An oh so powerful truth
Now some might consider this a creation of the mind
For me this is how I the excellent answer find
In truth the answer isn’t always oddly signed
The truth is actually oh so common
The fact is that great and small
The most precious is lost to the call
None are immune from passing that wall
Why worry about death even when life is freshest?
A brightly feathered crooner
daffodils along a hidden creek.
The bombs mimicking raindrops, cracking the halo of good dreams.
Assassins are ever commonplace.
The human race is in constant critical condition.
Following faint scents of rosaries misplaced.
God never seemed so far-far-far away.
The freshest plague is long since dead.
Something is still raging in their heads.
Funhouse faces of the modern man.
Stroking of the flesh-his only task.
The four horsemen are encroaching fast.
Upon the blistered sundials of wayward lambs.
Futile to hoard or take cover from the blast.
Our manna, God knows where our souls are at.
Every night a well-dressed puppet keeps score.
Of the deaths and casualties of the freshest war.
Some nights the tally is low like a soccer match
Tonight, it's triple digits for the tin soldier man.
On the scorecard are soldiers, civilians and children.
Never the makers of munitions, or wealthy politicians.
What of the wild beasts and dear family pets
Lying twisted and bloodied in virgin bomb pits.
Forgotten in the backwaters of useless battles.
For them a last meal of shrapnel and ear-piercing rattle.
Their names never honored on the marquee.
But they should be-they all should be.
We are stil here musing toying
about frolicking throughout
the galaxy only he and I can
muster up the courage to
devour life's simple pleasures
crafted and so well hidden
a little bit of heaven on earth
that we share like freshest
peaches on a lazy river he
and i humming my favorite
songs somewhere beyond
the sea somewhere over
the rainbow colorful hearts
pour from the sky splashing
us beneath the sun rays as
we run for cover between
colorful hues dazzled by day
by night singing the blues
he and I are the only ones left
alive all our troubles has gone
leaving us here right here
right now we are still here
Most radiant host, angelic glory be
Within thy blesséd grace, Portal of Faith.
In simple form You came, yet still through thee
We see theophony, through which God saith,
¨Dear child mine, most valiant flesh now is thine.
Hereby thy peace I grant, through darkest night
With burden light and blood of freshest vine.
My veil, most pale, shines forth the brightest light.¨
And blood, the mark of Christ, by malice drawn
In God's almighty chalice rests untouched.
Though hard we pray, His pain is never gone.
´Till end of times, we shall recall as much.
Most sacred Lamb of God, through pain most sweet
Has sacrificed Himself for us to eat.
Feels the sun like silk
Wafting the Ocean Park life
Freshest melon milk.
He is the most gorgeous seahorse in south side bay.
His colors are enriched and lively, his ambiance is gay.
He wears his designs in the freshest, fanciest new way.
We follow him with our camera, not knowing what to say.
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