I forgive you
for everything
Can you please forgive me
I want to forget
all of the past
Misfortunes that seem to last
Do we let go
Do we hang on
Do we let it die
Or drag it along
It’s about time
Right or wrong
Do we let go
Do we hang on
I forgive you
for everything
Can you please forgive me
I want to forget
all of the past
Misfortunes that seem to last
Do we let go
Do we hang on
Do we let it die
Or drag it along
It’s about time
Right or wrong
Do we let go
Do we hang on
All seems dark and gloomy.
Just then, happy thoughts seem very distant.
Remember... this too shall pass.
Wordku: 5-7-5 words
AP: 2ndplace 2026
In the whispers of pines, tales abound,
Of Sandpoint’s history, in echoes found,
Once named “Hang Town,” the shadowed past,
Remnants of stories, destined to last.
In times long gone, a different air,
Where Justice dealt with a solemn stare,
Rumors linger in the town’s old lore,
Of a wilder time, from an era before.
Gallows Hill stood, a somber sight,
Where sentences passed in the pale daylight,
A town’s dark moniker, the name it bore,
A chapter of history the Ages store.
Yet Sandpoint, oh resilient one,
Embraces its past, the tales it’s spun,
From “Hang Town,” to the present day,
A transformation in every way.
For though the name may hint of dread,
The town’s true spirit rises instead,
A community evolves and grows,
With vibrant life that the past bestows.
Whispers of history, like leaves that rustle,
Echo through streets, a subtle hustle,
Sandpoint thrives, its essence refined,
In the shadow of history, a gem to find.
The pines still whisper of days of old,
A town’s transformation, stories retold,
From “Hang Town” to Sandpoint’s embrace,
A community of depth, courage and grace.
Softly, I handled your cheeks with much care,
That caress your nice jaw as I draw mine
Closer, closer and gently without fear...
Which love driveth out; both soft lips to dine.
A kiss on val. while you hang out with friends,
Can not easily let go of your touch;
Absence could silent what moment's stress blends...
While presence dreams in memory, kiss fits such.
Lonely but owing the heart ought be whole
But living the wish of a dream much real,
To survive through time's test controlling soul...
Strong enough as a player with no deal.
Protecting temporary tempting space...
Timing exploitative desire off trace.
For the usual life to digress
From the norm to the average
Standard has to meet it's distress
Not considering any group or age
Wonder is unusual to think of
Living is nothing compulsive
And the virus palliative isn't thereof
To some personal risk becomes aggressive
Children won't drive safe love
Adult may set the distance right
Monitoring won't let fun cum dove
Everyone is just of beaming fright
Yet, God is wonderful to all
Despite the stop put to work
Financial status is still in its fall
Many manage months of smirk
Just as it is then and now
People acknowledge all as berk
Those who survived wonder how
Truly it isn't all by ones hard work
A casual november sunday morning
Going to take it easy and relax
Then off to a roar
Wordku: 5-7-5 words
AP: Honorable Mention 2025
Quest for happiness and love
A lifelong journey that we embark on
The destination makes it worthwhile
Wordku: 5-7-5 words
AP: 3rd place 2025
You wave that flag in my face
judging my concern for the human race
Who are you to know my compassion
I embrace my own set of passion
I don't have the same interest as you
Not jumping on a bandwagon feeling untrue
I am not one to quickly pick a side
it may not be you I would want to confide
If I am not truly vested that's completely fine
So don't lecture, taunt or try to change my mind.
Dang it, I tried
Hang it, I cried
I’ve been playing for years,
well aware of your fears,
most don’t make it, that’s clear,
but they say we’ve cracked the top ten;
a struggle it’s become,
but it always was one,
finally, it seems done,
downloads paying off dividends.
Hang on, hang on,
babe we’re almost there,
hang on, hang on,
we’ll get there.
So close to it
you better prepare,
hang on, hang on,
it’s right there!
Take a chance on my dream,
not a sure thing, it seemed,
of the crop I’m not the cream,
spent so many ate nights away.
I know you could have left,
parents said that was best,
maybe we passed the test,
we’re coming on a good payday!
Hang on, hang on,
babe we’re almost there,
hang on, hang on,
we’ll get there.
So close to it
you better prepare,
hang on, hang on,
it’s right there!
All that went wrong,
we’ve been waiting for so long,
all my mistakes,
challenges along the way.
all of this risk,
making sure I earned this,
breakthrough, at last,
no more days of living fast!
Hang on, hang on,
babe we’re almost there,
hang on, hang on,
we’ll get there.
So close to it
you better prepare,
hang on, hang on,
it’s right there!
All because of that single decision
To grasp that grate and breathe in the ethereal skies above
Rather than
To let go of that grate and suffocate in the foul sewage below
Because of what he chose
This is what he is
Independent
Not
Incarcerated
Whole
Not
Wounded
Confident
Not
Confused
Slipping off of the rusted edge, on which side will he land?
Brilliant
Not
Bleak
Courageous
Not
Cowardly
Relieved
Not
Remorseful
This is what he is
Because of what he chose
To grasp that grate and breathe in the ethereal skies above
Rather than
To let go of that grate and suffocate in the foul sewage below
All because of that single decision
Now, what if he wasn’t resolved in his decision?
Simply read the poem in reverse.
A day at the cliffs, dancing with wind shifts.
There’s nothing like this, a day of pure bliss.
Safety must come first, to avoid the hearse.
Helmet for your head, harness or you’re dead
With glider in hand, it’s time to leave land.
You need to run swift, to catch the wind’s lift.
You’ll fly like a bird; few sounds will be heard.
Thermals are flowing, sunshine is glowing.
As turns you’re making, sights are breathtaking.
After an hour, look for the tower.
Flight demanding, it’s time for landing.
Bank into the wind and let your flight end.
i.....yigh yigh
wowza man...
before my coffee
i'm just a fold...
now that age has
taken hold andt...
something need be
done to ensure...
life remains fun so
go and hum eh?!...
sing, whistle, smile
all the while since...
you're one with music
in your head andt wood...
pencils with which to write
len
Pain held in heart I’m hanging on,
Amidst life’s grave gloom, going on.
World vicarious watch as if fun,
From cracked mirror I’m peeping on.
Smoke billows from my burning heart,
I battle but it’s blazing on.
How self-seeking can be this world!
Friends as foes askance looking on.
My woes are out to wear me out,
Though hurt my heart keeps humming on.
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Ghazal |20.07.2025| pain, heart, world, woes
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