Goodbye my favorite forever
Eternal fragments lost in abstract soup de jour
Our handshakes full of tremors
When the memories rain it's sore
My heart in freefall, falling up and out, forever's too soon
The paragraph on the backs of pictures stabs the point home
Skeletal strangers with nothing left to prove
The distance signals in real time leaving the breadcrumbs of
jarred hearts, painted candied hearts and Pacman ghosts in slow pursuit
The light of pumpkin eyes, rhymical in pursuit of boyish daydreams
Girlish looks of starving hearts depreciated, are less than pennies now
Parting words circled in funny papers still shaking with regret
When you see me in the folded memories
Just know you're not alone
Your light smiling on in the hollows of my eyes
Smiling in hindsight begging you to come home
Begging me to be brave
Goodbye my favorite forever
You're my long way out
In fading and in passing
Set me a long way down
her life had started out small and churlish
named Maude, she never felt pretty or girlish
of all the names, that might have been the worse one
she never played like others, did not have fun
her parents were frightened to let her outside
she became so paranoid, when kids came, she would hide
but after she became a ghost, all fear faded away
She decided to live her ghost-hood, determined to play
She got bolder, bigger and better, with each fleeting year
Her parents could no longer stifle her, they were not near
She was all that now, glitzy and pretty, living her best life
Thrilled that she was more than cutting it, she renamed herself Knife
Lacey ghost liked her name, and lived up to it too
She was frilly and frothy from her legs up to her boo
Flittered and fluttered like the butterflies and faeries do
Lacey ghost was girly-girlish with white bats that coo
After Blake
Susan, Susan, shining bright
like a candle in the night.
Radiant beauty, flickering pain,
come to grace my life again.
Eternal sunrise of your eyes,
smiles to make the angels wise;
kissed with torment, bathed in grace,
revelations of your face.
Constant brilliance, steady heart,
knowing gaze beyond all art;
brightest smile and girlish glance,
light and music come to dance.
What immortal spirit there
catches wonder everywhere?
Where the birthplace, what the sound,
when did heaven kiss the ground?
And when form by magic moves
all the angels' learning proves
visions captured in a smile
live with us a perfect while.
Take the sunlight, take the earth,
tell us what a lifetime's worth.
Never in the reach of time
let us lose this grace of thine.
Susan, Susan, shining bright
like a candle in the night.
Radiant beauty, flickering pain,
come to grace my life again.
Christopher M. Swan, "Song of Susan," 2008
With one this self aware
So attired, twirling round
As shows off, whilst in sync with
True femininity
Woman, on full display.
Its sex as dignifies.
Girlishly youthful, albeit!
Girlish like; loose and free!
Lovely girlish figure be damned.
I’m having that cheesecake no matter what.
Just try to stop me.
Wordku: 5-7-5 words
AP: 3rd place 2026
Mood-enhancers
For their music.
Mind-entrancers
Time slows; then stops.
That voiced sweetly
In rock-skipped brook.
As wee, feebly
Recall. Sad plops!
One, as girlish
Whom once, greeting
Street-leapt, a-swish
Hint of love drops.
Raspberry rubies drip from her lips
My mush-mouth tongue drops to the ground
Girlish giggles as she sashays hips
Gearhead's freight train drowns out all sound
Damn the torpedoes, full steam ahead
This wreck scheduled to arrive and shine
She flips the switch on the tracks instead
Breakheart Pass skips a worn-out line
The Dancer
At fifteen, he was a dancer with a slim body
and narrow hips, after school he walked to
the dance studio where he was welcome
and danced as long as he could
other boys bullied him and said he was
girlish, but the girls liked him because of him
the felt save
On and on he danced, the press wrote
about this talented boy, but the bullying
didn't stop to prove to them he was not a sissy
he, at eighteen, joined the Ukraine army
who could use a boy like him in a forward
position keeping an eye on the enemy
Bullets fly in the air 98% hit nothing much
but a bullet hits him in the neck
His parents received a medal their boy had
been a hero.
i miss the way she looked at me
i miss the way she held my hand
i miss the softness of her cheek
i miss the games and girlish laughter
i miss the passion in her day
i miss the time she'd spend with me
i miss the years cruelly stripped away
i miss most the things she had to teach me
but since she's been gone i recognize
she's been the angel watching over me
AP: 3rd place 2025
Midnight came and went as perilous as a wolf howling at the moon.
—by poet
Tease of time, palpitating pearls,
she’s flirting with the bluest eyes,
framed in heaven’s clouds. Girlish curls
capture a sigh and peer clockwise.
With princess charm, she winked, half-turned
to run, ascend the starry night.
One glass slipper in moonshine; spurned
like a pauper in class-ignite.
Will the foolish prince sip from the glass?
The Love of My Life
Flowing tresses of.blond hair and deep blue eyes
We flirted, promising our undying love for each other
I was captivated by her girlish charm and wit
After nine steamy months it came to an end
I moved to a new school district to start third grade
Charming child, your apple cheeks
give an appearance which bespeaks
of girlish innocence.
I have ten dollars and ten cents -
Now that you have gained my trust,
do with me what you must.
Sell me cookies, 'lil booger,
and kill me with loads of sugar.
gigantic girlish ghouls gathered at Gate’s gazebo
glabrous ghouls glistening grotesque globs of gloom
gothic goldbricking good-for-nothing gossips on the go
green-eyed grandstanding grifters, guests of green groom.
Softly she slumbers, a vision to see,
A smile on her face, serenity.
No worries or cares, no troubles in sight,
Just peaceful repose, a gentle delight.
Her snores, a gentle hum, a sweet serenade,
Cute and girlish, a symphony to aid,
My heart beats faster, my love grows anew,
In this moment, my heart belongs to you.
Though I may be nothing special, unworthy of her grace,
She sleeps beside me, a precious, trusting embrace,
Her beauty shines brighter, even in repose,
A treasure to behold, a heart that overflows.
Oh, how I'm captivated by her slumbering form,
A beauty so uncommon, a love that's sworn,
In this quiet hour, I vow to adore,
This sleeping beauty, forevermore.
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