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together huddled by the fireplace

Igor GETS a bigger lab

For what do inits D.T. stand?
It's not what would please Ayn Rand
Her famous novel
Shows those who grovel
Are rather unfit for command

ant gets herself a drink

ant climbs down dog bowl
was she getting herself drink
dogs do not notice

It Never Gets Old

It Never Gets Old
We do; 
It doesn't.

The caring that fills the deep dark
The warmth that flows
From self to self
The deep, dear chains of love
Forged from a lifetime's memories;
It never gets old.

The march of our little history
Revolving with the cogs of other histories
Themselves moving other, ever greater histories
Never gets old.

From endings emanate new beginnings
Change is constant,
Yet

The Batter Gets in the Game

I stepped up to the plate,
with my old, familiar stance,
thinking my set routine,
would parry the pitcher’s prance.

The first was a curved ball, 
curiously spun with such intrigue.
I watched it drift in, then away, 
off the plate. A ball!

The next was a fast-ball, right on line.
I swung too early, too locked up in dreams, 
Convinced I

Who will hold her exhaustion when it gets too heavy

Exhaustion was a burden she would always have to carry
A lingering shadow that gave her no peace 
Even haunting her in her sleep
Her most notable feature
Was her eye bags so heavy
They begged to be heard
Screamed to be released 
Hoping someone will save her from the abyss
Of Exhaustion 

Tired from a life of always running 
Away

Doggie gets Jealous

dog did not like Daddy in my recliner
He ran in, up Daddy’s arm, on his shoulders.
Doggie pushed Daddy from behind with his front paws
Daddy fell on the floor
I could not stop laughing

Lovely weather for Dunners' ducks

Lovely weather for Dunners' ducks (tongue in cheek peek at Dunedin's historic deluge)


"Stares upstairs..

Angels’ weeing above..

Be a good chap..

Show some love bruv..

Turn off the tap..

*****
No refuge from the subterfuge of the deluge..

Parched sandbag phalanxes..

Ranks marching in flanks..

Arching across busted banks..

Quaffing..scoffing..downpour spanks..

**********
Disbelief at the leisurely river Leith..

Despairing at it baring...glaring..teeth

Hurling....haring to unsheaf grief..

Mischief rashly unfurling…

Brashly whirling

Someone Always Gets Hurt

Love retreats and longing starts,
A hush where once were songs and stars.
We do not fight, we do not plead,
But silence grows like the wind-swept weed.

The walls are kind, the floor is cold,
We touch no more, and never hold
The aching pulse beneath the skin—
The trembling sigh, the tears begin.

You wait for me, I wait for you,
Like

It Always Gets In The Way

I don't have questions
Nor the answers to them
I don't ask
Because I don't know

I don't have love
Nor the definition to it
I don't ask it
Because I know fear

And it gets in the way

Zora Zebra Gets a Boob Job

Zora Zebra does not know how to be subtle does she?
I looked at my cousin, who is snotty notoriously.
What’s going on? I asked this uppity Georgia peach.
Look down there she said, nodding toward the beach.

Zora was coming up for another breath of sea water air.
I noticed right away that there was something added there.
A boob

Mountie Gets His Man

Crime never pays, sooner or later the long arm of the law will reach you.
Quote by poet.


Sergeant Tim Wheeler’s shift was nearing the end, it had been a long day.
He put his coat on, and then the phone rang, it's all I need, Tim thought.
He answered and a concerned voice said," Sam Jones has been

It gets lonely out there

perched in heights above
with a good vantage point

a feral cat howls 
in desperation
at the full moon

longing for its mate
gone missing in the night



AP: Honorable Mention 2025

It Gets Dark

Its get dark for us baby
I left my Cousin with his lady
We can lay up or gets crazy
We can’t stray to far
But the ways its been Going lately 
We won’t have very long
But well be singing songs baby
You know that I ing love you
You know that I wanna  you
You know it like you know

And the Drumming Gets Louder

unquestioning faith
propaganda sweet like candy
follow me says the lie
Cemeteries buried with good intentions
 
And the Drumming Gets Louder

Knowledge is taught wisdom is not
The sweet taste of candy turns sour
When God is played like a juke box
But He can't be bought many have tried

And the Drumming Gets Louder

I wonder why for power
For the history books and

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