Love is the key
To being me
To being you
To being us
World needs more love
Do you agree ?
Show it to all
Love is the key
People hurt so much
A touch of love
They sure do need it
To change their life
I did it today to a guy
In church
All I said was your so cool
It made him feel good
Fear is like a tear, it rolls down into a pail, it fills with so much, it overflows causing much fear.
Fear can cloud our mind, make us do things that we would never do with a clear mind.
Fear not the tears, fear the last days of life, the ones that make our story bright.
Fear can cause change, it can make others do things they might regret, making us think how did we get here.
Fear not the tears, fear the last day on earth, the ones that we carry forward to our ever-loving life.
Fear is like a power, it can cause change, it can cause positive and negative, it can make the changes that last forever.
Fear of being dull, fear of being lost, fear of being poor, fear of many issues, can lead us to decisions that cause us to feel shocked and sad, leaving us with scars that last forever.
So let go of your fear, and replace it with ways that heal, heal all your sad and be glad that you can see a new way out of the fear.
Lifting prayers to God, today and always.
The fogged mind will die
Leaking the urges to heal
Alone the mind is
The final rush of water slows
its pace
To trace a lace of white upon
the sand,
A gentle, slow, and soft-
unfolding grace
That gently pulls the edges
of the land.
The wave returns to where it
first began,
To heal the wounds of where
the currents tore,
To wash away the heavy
steps of man
And smooth the wrinkled
apron of the shore.
It is sacred rhythm, dark
and old,
A constant breath that never
seeks to rest,
A story told and then again
retold,
Upon the ocean's wide and
changing breast.
The wave is gone, but still the
water rise,
To match the turning of the
midnight skies.
A sudden downpour
Catches me unaware
Dam burst in the sky
Concrete overwhelm
A mirror to my soul
My character in form
Detached from pain
The memory more vivid
The scars remain
Mine and others
Time to heal, mind!
Growing in virtue
I too felt somewhat broken,
you came along and gave me strength.
You picked up the pieces
and put me back together
more beautiful than I had ever been.
And, my heart oozed with serene happiness,
the kind that grows from finding wisdom.
AP: 1st place 2026, 1st place 2026
Karma is real
Across eons
Stay woke
Thro' troubles
Thought simple
Vistas pure
Maladies heal
Spirits soar
Leave the dark
Endure the present
Dwell on trutjh
Grow compassion
Advance to Dharma
Pure in spirit
A soul at peace
Tranquil from within
Let's set things straight now
I'm healing from brokenness
don't need promises
too many pass by
try to comfort what they can't
just leave me alone
My blood cannot heal me
of my inequities
my blood is corrupted
in sinful DNA of the first man
who caused us all to stumble
the only blood that heals my soul
is the incorruptible one shed by the Lamb
two thousand years ago
on that rugged cross
Unwritten Days
Some days arrive softly,
like a page still warm
from the promise of ink.
I don’t always know
what story I’m living
only that my heart
keeps turning forward.
Not every step is loud,
not every win shines,
but quiet courage
is still courage.
So here I am again:
breathing, hoping,
writing beauty
into a day
that hasn’t finished
becoming yet.
Rescue dogs need extra care.
They've been traumatized and marked for life.
They deserve extra love & care.
Wordku: 5-7-5 words
AP: Honorable Mention 2026
He said "put me in jail"
I want to go to gaol
I am homeless
And harmattan makes me ail
I don't think of many troubles
Than others of me out there of miserables
Harmattan will soon be gone
But that doesn't fill the gap
At present has made lips chap
Don't be so gape
Such is its effect woebegone
But still have got to hold my brawn
Help me
Harbour me
Trace to peace
For humanity's grace
You are our friends
Don't treat me a stranger in disguise
I sought for safety
But am in disdain
Discovering my properties are missing
I thought I was welcome with alacrity
While asleep thirsty
Your acts bind people's adverse chain
There is a popular myth
That the word
Originated as an acronym for 'ship high in transit'
A supposed nautical phrase pith
But its origin is untrue to be a truth
More older past ages to treat
There are trustworthy officers
Many then have service zeal
They all aim the world heal
Far away from the abusers
But while they abused their lagacies
Make atrocities enjoy no justifiable appeal
Life gets crazy and we lose our direction
We forget the reason we need to go on
That's when nature calls to you and
extends its arms to soothe and heal
Nature remembers your name when
everyone else has forgotten it
It beckons you to come and play
Discover its scents textures colours
Come gather the signs of opportunity
and harvest the fruits of promise
You've gone too long without a smile.
AP: Honorable Mention 2026
We come seeking the sunlight that seeps within our skin.
We come time and time again, picking the wound, slow to bleed.
We come with nothing feeling real past the point of infection
We come open, gaping,
waiting to scar
First we bruise
to see the proof of our love in intricate colors
A way to feel
Some wounds need open air
to heal
It’s not about letting it go.
It’s about letting it in.
Letting it sink deep.
Letting it move through you
without rushing it toward an exit.
It’s about being honest
with what you feel.
About giving your experiences
the reverence they deserve.
Some things ask for a moment.
Some things ask for years.
There is no shame
in holding what is unresolved.
There is only truth.
“Let it go”
has become the anthem of avoidance,
a performance of healing
by those not yet ready
to sit with their own depths.
We don’t have to play that game.
We let it in.
We let it through.
We let it stay
until it is finished speaking.
Until what it carries
naturally begins to change.
Because growth is not forced.
Transformation ripens.
We write our story
by living it fully,
not by abandoning chapters
before they’ve found their meaning.
You are not behind.
You are not stuck.
You are the sign
you have been waiting for
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