A crystal path I paved
to the realm of futile triviality
along the contorted contours
of the disguised desire
where the intrepid roses bloomed
amidst the spiculed cactus.
The scent took me on the mirage trail
to the oasis of reverie.
In the motif of morphed image
in my unclosed eyes
the lanced landscape turned
into a garden of glory.
The fringe of flying clouds
captured the colors of horizon’s pallet,
the beguiled breeze conducted
the captivating concerto of twilight
for the ruby moon to rise.
Within my deepening dismay
you in my orbit gleamed
with moonshine grace,
while the floating sequins of silver fluttered
like the fairy wings of ardent butterfly
around your silhouetted face.
In mystique night you drifted enticed
with the argentine flair
in the amorous aurora
of the mesmeric moonbeam,
lifted the shroud of secrecy,
entered my forlorn abode,
where I dreamed,
I was the full moon in your sky.
with the palms closed
arrived holding within
an invisible empty glass
destiny made for me and
time passed I saw the glass
taking shape of my life that I
promised to fill up with joy and
bliss as I travel the path God has
paved for me and at the end of
the day I will pour the ethery
gold of fulfillment from the
beams of the last rays of
setting cold sun in the
twilight hours and
fill the glass to
the brim to
keep
my
p
r
o
m
i
s
e
I made to me
THE WIZARD
Maxwell is a jolly old wizard
One day he got caught in a blizzard
never again will he go
to a place where there's snow
Prefers to lie in the sun like a lizard
SAT AT AN ANGLE
Perhaps this story I should not be sharing
Nothing under his shorts was he wearing
when he sat at an angle
from his shorts it would dangle
Not bothered not a sign he was caring
BLADDERWRACK
A group climbed up a high haystack
Then consumed a plate of fresh bladderwrack
constipation relieved
expected outcome achieved
They are now all feeling quite laid-back
DAISY
There's a myth surrounding old Daisy
reputed she was always quite lazy
always dux of her class
every subject she'd pass
The evidence seems to be hazy
A FULL BLADDER
Decided she'd climb a five metre ladder
Thirteen rungs up !! Bursting!! She's got a full bladder
peed from way above ground
many ants they got drowned
Job done she's now feeling much gladder
My bin is full
Rubbish arrives every day
And takes what time I might have left
To simply throw away.
Its energy is ceaseless,
Its will to be, absurd,
Its essence, non-increaselessness
(though I doubt that's a word).
In truth, what I fain cling to,
And hold my essence at,
Is what I must unsling to,
And simply useless tat.
What I must throw, or just let go,
Upon the rubbish heap,
Is what was me, and I decide,
I need no longer keep.
Reality is never where we live.
We live, wherever we meaningfully live,
Forever.
Autumn's many colorful moons seen through the lens of a camera,
I see beauty and color everywhere.
As a child,
I did not know there was a harvest moon.
I loved watching the full autumn moon,
as it seemed to change colors.
Autumn's many colorful moons seen through the lens of a camera,
have changed over the years.
What has made this change?
The huge night clear sky is not as clear as it once was,
the full bright moon is not as bright.
Do we see the change year after year?
Do we even care?
I weep for the beauty of olden Autumn days,
a more peaceful time.
A bright full moon and clear night's sky,
that was once seen through the lens of a camera.
The summer season
The couple laid on
The lawn chairs staring
Up at the dark sky
It was a warm eve
The full moon was bright
The stars were shining
They looked like diamonds
As they were staring
At the moon and stars
The couple held hands
Content being together
The bond of love strong
Their two hearts are one
If you love something a lot,
you can do amazing things with it,
like a sun that loves the sky so much,
it colors it gold every morning and evening.
Look at the sunflower.
It turns its whole face toward the light,
like it's saying, thank you, thank you,
and that's how the world gets brighter.
When you love what you're doing,
your hands become like little rivers,
they just keep flowing and flowing,
and hard things start to feel like fun things.
A picture painted with love
glows like a firefly in a jar,
though not perfect, but alive,
lighting up the whole dark room.
So love big.
Try hard.
Whatever you make with love in it
will shine.
Brewed with similar ingredients
as when baking bread,
a Maßkrug of beer in Germany
is called a 'glass sandwich' instead.
Yet, as half a loaf
is better than none,
if the glass is half full,
and another half empty,
of the two,
which is the optimal one?
Born the sixteeth of july
Neither of us then to know
The sound of a babies cry
The birth of bambino
With a little button nose
Tiny hands and tiny feet
A struggle to find clothes
Fitting him nice and neat
As he was just so minute
But born a little premature
And he is just so cute
You cant help but adore
Six weeks ,five days early
Neither of us would know
Who we named Zachary
Often called little bambino
Written july august 2015 a tribute to son zack
This original full version of bambino...was not going to out on here at time as felt personal
A whisper, a mere breath ~
tenderness in its many forms.
AP: Honorable Mention 2026
I quivered and I dropped my new phone,
who cares if it is shattered beyond repair.
Hot breath on my neck made me buckle,
your effort was completely unexpected.
Who cares if it is shattered beyond repair,
destruction may mend what is broken.
Pain is deftly subdued with skilled hands.
Hot breath on my neck made me buckle,
the tip of your tongue gained you access
to the words I needed to stay confidential.
Your effort was completely unexpected.
Forgive me all this cellular surrender,
I was starving for just a taste of tender.
Weekly Poetry Challenge 50 words Exactly July 27, 2026-August 2, 2026
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A silent silver ball
On the heavenly sky,
It paints a rounded doll,
Where hidden wonders lie.
The shadows softly creep,
Whispering in the air,
While hidden secrets sleep
Beyond all earthly care.
A balm for weary eyes,
A mellifluous grace,
Beneath the starlit skies
It finds its rightful place.
Sky full of clouds God's stepping stones
They know better, I know less
So I’m fortunate enough
Not to delve into that mess
PMs, politics and stuff
Show up anytime you can
Dear faithful friends of mine
Tell me of your best laid plans
Speak about your latest finds
If my glass is full, I’d listen
If it’s empty, I may say
Please excuse me for no reason
We’re not friends, at least today..
The hillbilly hoe down is in full swing
We are all trying to be crowned the king
We put up our dukes to everyone we see
Jumping into the fray is my Uncle Lee
I am pummeling my brother and two strangers too
One has a red face, the other one is kind of blue
My brother say “hey! I am your bro, you crazy boy!”
“That’s what makes us rednecks, what brings me joy.”
The hillbilly hoe down is held in the holler west.
I brought my own whiskey, my moonshine is the best.
Auntie tastes my barbeque sauce that burns off her tongue.
This hoedown in Tennessee is all kinds of fun!
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