wear this tiara of tears, weep veiled stars
O wedded Hina of heart ~
falling in l o v e
again …
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date when my quill cradled this kimo; 6.09.26
Gracile goddess with budding bosom, wedding-ring waist,
Greek language; proposing imperfection.
I had to create two worlds to survive —
one where I simply live,
and one where I am truly me,
kept apart for my own sanity.
In the main world,
I am the prisoner.
I can't express, I can't be me,
controlled and hurt,
I am dead inside.
In the other world,
I am the goddess.
Strength to fight,
I soar above,
I show my true colours —
I am the dragon.
Should the two combine,
they are like oil and water —
the collision would be earth-shaking,
and I'm not sure I would survive.
Expressions of whom, sky-veiled
Diaphanous-aired
These weather changes
The Year arranges?
If not in moral conflict
Our patron, always
Moodily confess
None but this goddess.
I heard the hollowness that this heart hithers ~
but to tame my tears, must I trust the twilight
that ripped me in tremors and toxic tales,
the titanium lightning that traded me thirsty,
like the thunder that cuts across the ribbed sky?
these tantalizing trembles of Thor have left me,
wilting in memories, where moon rests in malice
and the monsoon maiden murmurs in wrath,
unspoken within roars of wallflower leopards ~
who ink me, laced with tiger-lilies and lethal lies.
I ache for you, stretched across sun sighs,
a bereaved goddess of thunderstorms,
vows to sear within silver streaks of solace
stripped of silk and sacrifice,in rust-skin revolt,
seething a smile across slaughtered stars,
and be the Bronté light in brooding blindness,
that cunning cyans cease to code and conceal,
I am the feminine glitch of golden gloom ~
perfumed with mercuric petals that echo rain,
in the restless release of reverent renaissance...
My muse is a
Goddess gone astray
She has to be
to deal with me
It seems like she's
always there when I need her
Through all my
travails and ups
and downs. She never
complains. Just gives
me support and comfort.
Whispers sweet music
into my ears
She is definitely
a Goddess- - - - - - -
Like Beatrice to Dante
She has captured
my heart and Love
What a pleasure
to have her around
Soonest our fingers, back and forth
A lyre's sublimities
As frailly fair, in passing o'er
Augur, thrush-sung, thee
Threaded is each stem, in and out
Earth's quivering airwaves
Of freesia and jonquil visions.
Maid's, symbolically.
Last year we planned a new kitchen
And went to the glossy showroom.
There were choices many,
But not flustered,
I was keen on slate grey and mustard.
The man too had a vision
Cupboards new, clean finish.
Then he spoke of the washing machine;
“I think they look best integrated,
Hidden behind closed doors.”
It made me pause…
White goods, classified
Too unclean to be seen.
As if in shame of her duties mundane.
Our domestic goddess,
Taken for granted.
Her duties -
Fed weekly and meekly
She takes on full loads,
Tumbles and turns,
Delivers, and births us clean clothes.
I knew how I loved her.
I chose not to hide her.
And she stands there,
Proudly on view.
Integral, dependable,
She’s a giver of time.
Present.
She finds herself inside each storybook fantasy
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Luscious fruit accompany the sunrise.
Mediterranean vacation’s a dream come true.
Sea beckons like a goddess.
Wordku: 5-7-5 words
AP: 1st place 2026
Dream Goddess
Dream, dream, the lady, the woman
The woman. The perfect. The only right
The only right
The only right
Hmm
The only
The right
Dream, dream a woman in my life
Extraterrestrial being, more than a human
I need, need
Her love and heart
She is
The only
The only right
She signed my life. From my youth
She is an angel. I am a demonic life
She is white
I am the Dark
Driven by Satan
But I love
I love her
Says Satan, the yes
Beautiful, this woman. The gorgeous
She is an art, a perfect painting, a Madonna
She is the Eve
Her heart is beating
Pure life, killed my devilish
She is a diamond
I am only a hematith
Help me, Satan, to get her!
Beautiful, this woman, the ruler loves
She is an art, the perfect painting, the Madonna
I am dreaming
Wished Goddess
Is my only Madonna
Samsonette
Rock Of Gibraltar
Power and Strength
Might at great length
Following the legacy of her father Samson
Family name
Crushes rocks like small pebbles
Lifts heavy objects like they are a feather
Bends bars
Wonder Woman distinction
Samsonette with a body lean and curvy
No man should ever try to get fresh
Samsonette will prove her power
Any hour in endower
Samsonette strong in all accords
Muscles hard as steel
Samsonette knocked out a hefty Bull in one pounding blow
One punch with intensity
Samsonette is no ordinary woman
Abilities far greater than mortals
Towns people often mocked her saying she is nothing more than a myth
No woman on Earth could be that strong
The God’s say otherwise
Words having no limit
Samsonette being strong and Aesthetic.
“Shine/ It’s your golden hour (oh)/ You slow down time/ in your golden hour (oh)” Lyrics from JVKE’s “Golden Hour” (Jake Lawson/ Zac Lawson)
I waken and see Dawn is raining down.
A goddess, she wears sun as her crown.
Her droplets (not wet) are instead, gold rays
sweeping landscapes as a flared flowing gown.
Glorious are the Goddess Dawn’s ways
as resplendency on my lawn she lays.
Flower petals pose, ready to unfold -
their faces upon the goddess to gaze.
How beautiful is my garden to behold -
Daylillies making a parade of gold
and the Morning Glories, facing the sky,
dance in the breeze. They’re enchantingly bold.
Their crimson faces are anything but shy.
Everywhere their warm brilliance meets my eye.
Birdsong now has stilled! Sky grows deeper blue.
To the “Golden Hour” I must say goodbye.
I'm not that same young girl I used to be, not anymore.
I'm not even a woman with an old settle to score.
I'm a goddess who is more than how anyone made my heart sore.
The moon cast shadows down the hill
The stars shuddered the night was still
Even the breeze cared make no sound
The still lake mirrored heavens bound
She walked mimicking the moonlight
In moonbeams strode past my mazed sight
Beauty vexing the ageless stars
Healing a heart laid rough with scars
But in her passing chances waste
Dumbstruck and stilled; I made no haste
To make approach, or call out to
Her light dimmed, her moonbeams withdrew
The hillside awoke with wonder
In the distance cracks of thunder
The trees spake in rustles the brakes
The lake awoke in rolling wakes
Not only was my bruised heart healed
Her passing woke the sleeping field
Though I saw, it was all in vein
My lips would not part, nor words feign
All the hillside seemed suffer strange
What sorcery has such a range
What heavenly beauty we’ve seen
Could this be the goddess Selene?
No other glean could I thus make
No wiser part of me could shake
The deep found knowing of this truth
My heart and eyes as in their youth
The day may come, but hold the night
Within me glows the breathless sight
As all the hillside bore with me
Captivated by her beauty
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