The autumn moon at Halloween,
the teacher’s greatest fear.
Kids go crazy, we all know,
a full moon will soon appear.
Add in candy, costumes too,
the kids try to act a fool.
The kids’ minds are somewhere else
instead of here at school.
There is a stirring in the atmosphere,
Let’s go crazy with praise, sincere.
Drums communicate the heavenly shift,
Tambourine announce the dawn’s uplift.
Rain down blessings from heaven’s skies,
Let the rain dance, the oil dance rise.
It’s the power of God within,
Causing the shift, breaking sin.
Breakthrough comes in our assignments,
Victory shines in new refinements.
Time to be trained in warfare’s ways,
Cut through strongholds, victorious days.
Push the enemy into confusion,
Faith from hope, divine infusion.
The mantle of God is called the cross,
Wear it wisely, count no loss.
Authority flows from deep within,
Let’s go crazy with prayer again.
A new dimension of worship’s flame,
A new day, a new movement proclaim!
As with my first and last nom
This stanza has no 2nd vow'l.
A bit of a mind whirl to omit it
You could go crazy and howl...
It's difficult to think of words
On spot without it.
But you and I can accomplish this.
Don't doubt it!
Voilà! Does this qualify for a task that hooks?
It's not as straight forward as it first looks!
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if'n
mine looks
looks
not
Do you still miss the good times we spent?
I’m emotional to the core, yet you ignore my numbness
I traveled from Arizona to California to Nevada, life’s magnificent
I’m enjoying the sunshine divine so fine more and more, feeling happiness
But, something’s not right
I’m feeling alright
Something’s a bit odd
Everything isn’t black and white as it seems
I’m reliving my broken, unspoken dreams and my heart screams
In joy…in joy…in joy…
I’m a happy-go-lucky boy
The sunshine is hiding behind the clouds today
What’s mine is yours too and come what may
If only…
I wasn’t so lonely
In the summertime
This time
I’m leaving the loneliness of my home in Arizona
I’m heading to the sweet and sour memories of California
And I’m arriving at the wonderfully non-wistful life of Nevada
Losing it daily
My mind racing like a race car in a zoo out of the blue
I’m dancing gaily
I find that my voice is quiet without a darn clue
My headspace is a squirrel with a nut
I go crazy cuz I have a gut instinct that…
I didn’t make the cut in your heart, but…
I show my true colors like a midnight bat
It's boring to live
without someone noticing
the growth, the journey,
the process of living.
Artists chase applause.
They want to be seen—
people cheering, raising self-esteem.
'Cause it matters whether they see,
appreciate you.
You wanna make them go crazy
because of you.
It's a special feeling to be known,
everyone talking about you—that sweet tone.
Some cry to gain,
some work hard and shine.
Spotlight matters;
empty rooms shatter.
It's the audience,
the impetus, the fire
that ignites the light
in everyone's life.
I hope my poems aren't too many, too soon.
I have hope this love is our ultimate boon.
I doubt in sense if life will take you from me.
I have no doubts in what's in you, that I see.
I miss you with longing deeper than for any.
I miss your touch, for without it, I go crazy.
I'm sorry, if I'm appearing as too obsessed.
I'm not really sorry though, for I feel blessed.
I know in-spirit you're always in my room.
I know someday you'll be my beloved groom.
It's just I yearn for you to be here every day.
It's just I'm aware how hard life is here, OK?
I hope my poetry is never too much for you,
I have hope my poems to you feel true.
I doubt only in possible unfair circumstance.
I have no doubts this is our lifelong dance.
Love things sweet and easy:
Porridge, coffee, good ol' me.
Most of all every day really
I love how he treats me sweetly.
Love things sort of nasty:
Booze, cigarettes, how he's sexy.
Sometimes so wasted, I go crazy.
But nothing will change how he loves me.
Love things to be fun and free:
Music, media, reading are what I do daily.
Walks, lazing, enjoying life indulgently.
This freedom all I ever wanted to be.
Love things just as they are for me:
Neighbors for friends, socializing easily.
All I ever wanted was to live this simply.
Sadly, I'll never live up to what I could be.
Sapphire stones, like little stars, shine.
Coal clouds form a webby design.
Dusts of light, with darkness, entwine.
Amidst red-black color flake
Waves of heavenly seas break.
The sun has gently gone to bed.
Bloody rays of the red moon spread.
Twilight, into rainbow shades, shred
Jet black kraits crawl around clouds.
Puzzles muse over dim shrouds.
Elephantine hills lay lazy.
Nocturnal creatures go crazy.
Environs seem as though hazy
While banks of rivers darkle
Water surfaces sparkle.
Amidst makeshift night's sluggish sigh
Cherubim fly about the sky.
Sleepy nightingales bid goodbye.
Silhouettes of flora dance.
As the breeze is in a trance
Angelic solemnness pervades.
Amidst the dead of night's black shades
Dewdrops decorate the grass blades.
I feel an unknown romance.
Spreading her mystical glance
... alleluias sound all around...
Power to love, makes our life have all kinds of power.
Love can heal and create; it gives us a feeling of floating in space.
Love can make all our dreams come true, making us have a light and fluffy kind of feeling all day.
Love can make us go crazy, we can lose sleep and fail to eat and do any of our chores because we want our love beside us all day.
Love can make all our life a blessing, give us comfort and a companion, giving us joy beyond imagination.
Love is a feeling that we work on every day with deeds of good and care for ourself and those we choose to interact.
Love is a positive feeling, it makes us move with care and creation, making our life designed with beauty and fun.
God loved us when he created us with his love, making us feel his love from above.
Lifting prayer to God, today and always, walking in his light.
Dear girl I’ve never met,
Whether it’ll be planned or not, you’ll always be
in my thoughts.
Crazy romantic, chilled and laid-back — I hope it
will go well.
I’ll try my best to make you happy — I’ll call the
shots.
We’re gonna be singing, laughing, crying — I can
tell.
Dear girl I’ve never met,
Every time I close my eyes, I start to think of you,
and everything we could do.
We could kiss and dance in the rain, just live in
the moment.
Dear girl I’ve never met,
We could go on a car trip and just sing our
hearts out — or I’ll serenade you
just to make you smile, ‘cause you own it.
We could just go crazy and do something
stupid — whatever it may be, that’s the main
proponent.
Dear girl I’ve never met,
I’ll do anything to make sure you’re happy and
healthy.
If something’s wrong, just express it all to me.
I’ll always do my best, even though I might not
be wealthy.
I just hope when we meet you’ll see what I see —
a beautiful girl who’s worth anything,
and captured my heart so stealthily.
Let’s make up some new words,
they will woo a sharp tongue;
Timbre tends to enthrall
and leave it all behind;
Hooked on that swag and drawl;
Let’s make up some new words
that will catch fire and spread;
Smoke is everywhere fast
becoming a movement;
Straight fresh is built to last;
Let’s make up some new words
to embellish language;
Culture builds confluence
when we hear each other;
There’s no juice in silence;
Let’s make up some new words,
see what’s best together;
Just go crazy or splice,
uncover the right scratch;
The secret’s in the spice.
subtle pulsating space,
get your finger out of my face,
shimmering dimness and the light in between,
he appeared quickly but did not go fast
I knew too well a spell had fell,
Putin I'm not disputin', Trump I got over the hump of you,
Musk you have an elephant's tusk, red headed triplets need
never to despair, well I ain't mentionin' the other that was
in the room out of thin air. He was always too small to make a call.
Tiny bubbles os pain, wishing instead it were champagne.
Did I really go crazy? High and lows together or birds of a feather flock together? Well, we are all the same.
Victorian society ways that go back to the cave. There is more than one way to skin a cat ..
where cats are bigger and I never would've gotten called a
...
Pick one or two, then that night
we may dream of fragile petals around our
dozing heads,
we may feel butterfly kisses,
they tickle, but it’s all perfectly innocent,
their subtle perfumes
will ease us into peaceful dreams.
Not so those cultivated blooms,
roses and such,
they will linger, pout and sulk
demanding more and more
aspirin,
then go slimy on us.
Most consider
weeds to be too common
to be plucked for romance,
however - disclaimer -
they understand the language of love,
perhaps better than we.
(Caution -
if we go crazy with a weedwhacker
they will pollinate our minds
and our brains may go to seed.)
Buttercup and daisy
and all other flowering weeds
are for more natural lovers,
if not so,
we may have to make do
with only silk roses
and electric candlelight.
astronomical odds they may be
cross your fingers for good luck
get into the groove, into the rhythm
spin hoping for a winfall or free games
spin to hear those bells go crazy
spin for a major hit to cash out
that jackpot has your name on it
somebody's got to win
it might as well be you
adrenaline pumping
get those lights flashing
let crowds gather 'round
AP: 3rd place 2025
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