Under cover backing up all the others,
never for less than the collective voice.
Slipping in and out trying to inspire,
unintentionally making a huge impact.
Not really the loudest in the room,
gap on that mic? The silence is felt.
Heartily words bounce off the walls
each one starts a chain reaction.
Raw and rich the message is there.
One person can breath brand new life,
even to the most decrepit of fires.
Sit for a spell, you too can be a hero.
My door is left ajar,
Awaiting those from near and far.
From daylight to twilight,
I wait and hope,
But no one arrives,
And nothing is different.
Silence pervades my house;
The wind sighs and sings within.
It crashes against the walls and windows without.
I’m despondent and in despair—
Melancholy stealthily shades my day.
I long to hear the melodious songs of my mistress,
To listen to the conversations between her and her siblings,
Reminiscing about old times and being hopeful for the days ahead.
I long to see the children play, jump, and read,
Argue and fight, then come together in the bond of siblings.
I long to hear my mistress and her husband talk deeply and heartily,
I long to hear her prayers in the quiet of the night.
A forgotten home I have become.
I reside in its storm;
I abide in its night.
I await the light of a new day,
A day when I will rise above the murky waters of nothingness and despair.
When will this be?
My heart longs and aches.
April 11, 2026.
Hannah’s handiwork heartily hailed in on Halloween
hackneyed and haggard, but not easily seen
Her hagridden hawk hovered over his holistic queen
Half-witted husband was as fresh as grass is green
Happy-go-lucky hag’s horrific hallucinations were keen
Haphazard hardships harmonized with her cousin Jean
Hannah’s harebrained ideas could easily turn mean
potential for hurried hasty nastiness on this Halloween
"I guess you got into a job that's stressing.. Be strong."
Of concern, in a little while
Holding onto the ought be
Jogging a stroll of absence
In her heart, I got some more
Than enough which I am used to
May be politely false or wrongly true
As I walked down these steps,
My eyes caught her innocence.
But far away from my sight...
Long time not my writes
Add breeze to her flying kite
Unto my friends and foes biceps,
I hold firmly my troubling conscience.
To stage no peaceful or scary fight...
Till providence shows its heights
For me; for you, by luck and chance to bite
Your firm cool concern's note
Could not make me rest;
And as you have been there worrying
I hope you are heartily scurrying
As my writes now early bid farewell,
I wish to hear you soon of good news to tell
But in my mind you feel good too soon
As my seeming little writes miss you these often
Thanks dearly, sister.
A whirlwind of romance; owing to nature, dance around my neck-- so thrilling.
My thoughts form a new lyrics yet I couldn't sing it heartily to reciprocate...
Tiny winds blowing out perfect beats to capture the new atmosphere I see
But pen enclosed my diary, celebration is cute!
Traveling round the season; the West wind of winter wreath,
Brought forth Spring: the April Cascade.
The supporting sunny summer,
Gives us the Autumn: the 'Embers emptiness
blue sky has Thy paint
in memory of lost saint
grace shines feint sins' spark
Beware half-measures in next year's stern embrace.
The specter of failure is what we all must face.
For calendar year 2026, is clearly divided in two—
with two half-years, set to fault whatever we do.
You'll lose if you pause mid-breath, to grasp fresh air,
caught between two halves in unfinished despair.
A road taken half-heartily becomes a roundabout,
spiraling nowhere, lost in fear and doubt—
Half-built bridges crack beneath the weight they bear.
Belief alone can't span the gaps left way up there.
When effort falters mid-stride, the ending slips away—
Half a dream casts a shadow, that haunts you day-by-day.
So step into this half 'n half year with a resolute stride.
Let nothing be done in half-measure, hidden, weak, or set aside.
If you start on shaky footing, the year will call your bluff—
For 2026 is to be a ruthless year, when half done is never enough.
I'm very good at it
-- running that is:
Most my adult life
seems to have been
a treadmill of sorts:
Morning Gush. Got to love
those subway jousts! All us
elbow warriors fencing for
optimum position, wanting
fast entrance and propelled
retreat.
Elevating to the running-board of
city sidewalks and streets...step to the flow
or be bowled over, trampled upon. Tires, Florsheim, Nike, high heels~
They all mark deeply!
(Evening rush escape no less a trek)
Joggers make me laugh
heartily! Roadside exhibitionists,
inhaling deeply everyone’s
filth. I swear, that If there are
schedules and timetables in heaven,
God inadvertently has given
the Devil but another tempting card
to play.
Feasting heartily with delight
special kids expressed thankfulness*
that God's provisions do abound
as they savour fruit salad bite
with fresh strawberries’ dominion
of glazed honey and creamy milk
beside sweet blueberry cheesecake
midst inviting roasted chicken.
*1Thessalonians 5:18 In every thing give thanks: for this is the will of God in Christ Jesus concerning you.
July 31, 2025
Honorable Mention, "1402" Poetry Writing Contest
Sponsored by Brian Strand; judged on 8/9/2025
I sit in the sun like a satisfied fat cat
dogs hide under the slide with a ball and a bat
they have fur coats, my husband says in their defense
we are all sleeping heartily, none of us tense
As citizens not subjects ~ we heartily gather with heads held high
Leaf got cried,
On moving apart.
The pain wandered
Inside a Lil heart.
The living trend,
Lasting for long
Blowed the wind
Asking the will along!
To separate heartily
Relations on a bid!
Aparting soul merrily!
Getting a silent rid!
The determine lasts
One the only will,
Before moments pass,
Earlier to be shrinked!
Asking for a heart
Emotions let filled!
One with fond arts
Living love still!
An utterly Useless Tale
On a big round oak table in a living room, a vase, in its small crack, lived two house ants. They were sitting outside, considering a box of matches on the tabletop.
“if the box was empty, I’m sure I could push an inch or two the first and said. “Yeah,” the other snorted.
A man came into the room, took a matchstick out of the box, and put it back on the table, this time by its edge, and walked out.
The first ant giggled and said, “If we both push the box, it will fall on
the floor, no one will know how it ended there.”
They traversed the vast expanse of the table, pushed the box off the table, hurried back into their crack, and laughed heartily.
They had been frightened
people usually kill house ants at first
sight. The man came back, saw the box on the floor, shook his head, picked it up, and placed it back on the table. Our ants were in stitches
They were tempted to push the box on the floor again
but gave it up, the risk someone could come in with a duster
was too great
Back at their crack, they went to sleep
O MY (ETERNAL) GOD
I am heartily sorry for having offended You
And I detest all my sins
Because of Your just punishments
But most of all because they offend You, my (Eternal) God
Who are all good
And deserving of all my love
I firmly resolved with the help of Your grace
To sin no more
And to avoid the near occasions of sin
Poetry Form: Free Verse
Date Written: May 18, 2025
Time Written: 9:43pm
Peters rage never wavering even within the night sweats as cancer ripped through his tiny frail body he still imagines what his brother has if he could just grab his brothers lovers to covenant then perhaps he’d gain just a little more life he craved the smile his brother wore he craved the notion of just taking his brothers life shattering his brothers heart into would grant him at least a pretend love Peter has his own family but craved his brothers life until Peters rage grew heavy and constant the pain became unbearable unimaginable but Peter still craved his brothers life destroying his happiness proclaimed he could just become his brother that he could laugh heartily his heart grew cold and hardened until no love could ever enter again he died of a broken heart severe pain remembered only by the deeds of his brother not his own as he became his older brother in death
I promised myself
I wouldn’t cheat on you,
but I did—
because wherever I go,
it follows me.
Your place in me
is no longer yours alone.
You smile—
it's so damn pretty.
But I remember,
That’s how you smile that night.
You laugh heartily;
My heart skips a beat
Until I hear it laughing at me.
When we go to sleep,
I sleep beside both of you:
The you that I love
And the you that I wish I could forget.
You hug me tight
in the middle of the night—
because you miss me.
But it hugs me tighter,
the thing I can't forget,
as if it never left my mind.
So I shut my eyes,
hoping my thoughts would, too.
Morning comes,
and you kiss me hello.
It tastes so sweet...
until it tastes like what you did.
You whisper goodbye before work—
oh, how I wish it would leave with you, too.
The door shuts loud,
but its silence is louder.
Tears start to fall,
realizing won’t and can’t
are two very different things.
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