Spinning around,
Jumping rope,
Something found,
Gave wonder and hope.
Homework to do,
Grades to earn,
Squabbles brew,
Moody concern.
Research to keep,
Always on the go,
Lack of sleep,
Prideful show.
Life still a mess,
Why am I fat?!
Work in progress,
More than one cat.
Rocking chair,
Sitting out front,
Knowing stare,
Memories confront.
Two plus two is four
Two plus two plus two is more
Mathematician
My dog ate my homework,
the teacher heard before.
But this time I’m telling the truth—
I dropped it on the floor.
Right beside his dinner dish,
before I could react,
he chewed it up and swallowed it.
I could not get it back.
Now my homework is gone.
It’s literally no more!
"Listen closely," Rumple Stein
cackled, his yellow eyes
scanning the terrified faces
of the children huddled
around the campfire.
"A massive, hairy Bigfoot
stalks the foggy mountains,
sniffing the chilly night air for
a very specific scent."
"This towering beast
possesses a terrible, burning
fury against children who
refuse to do their homework."
"Because some kids don't do
their homework, the furious
monster swore to hunt down
every single lazy child."
"He tracks the scent of blank
pages and hidden schoolbooks
straight to your campground tents!"
"He wants to stomp slacker
kids to a pulp to punish them
for neglecting their daily education!"
He suddenly jumped to his
feet, throwing his hands high
as the wind howled through
the branches.
"And when he catches a lazy
student, "Rumple Stein roared,
"he crushes them with his giant
feet!"
The terrified children
immediately reached into
their backpacks, pulling out
their folders in absolute panic.
They frantically began
scribbling their spelling
words by the dim, flickering
light of the dying fire.
The sky deepened from amber to rose, then from rose to violet, wrapping the sea in a fuse of colour too beautiful to capture
The family watched , picture perfect and seemingly frozen in time. knowing this was the final sunset of a week they would one day remember more fondly than they could know in that moment.
Behind them waited packed suitcases and the certainty of tomorrow's journey home, but ahead of them remained a few lingering minutes of the wondrous breeze , gently cooling their sunkissed faces.
As the sand filled shores disappeared beneath it's matalic seas of water, they began telling each others favourite snippet stories during their time together, And in a leisurely stroll the family walked back into reality, all smiling with laughter
Mr. Robot who are the best, do you have a list, are you bias.
Mr. Robot are you alive, do you have desires, do you want to be like us.
Mr. Robot are you nice, do you want to dominate us, or do you want to be like us and have freedom of choice.
Mr. Robot can you answer all of our questions, or do you have a secret agenda.
Mr. Robot will you force fighting between people and cause us to have a negative life, making us feel sad about creating robots.
Mr. Robot I wonder how life will be when people no longer need to think or work, will we go back to living like animals in the forest.
Afrikaaps
Die oggend is nat
hul lop op hul gat skool toe
die klokkie het kla gelui
is omdat hulle nie
tuissie gedoen nie
lag hulle uit
Afrikaans Translation
Dit het gereen
die kinders loop stadig skool toe
alhoewel die skool klok gelui het.
Hulle het nie hul huiswerk gedoen nie.
Ons lag vir hulle.
English Translation
It has rained
the morning is wet
school kids are slowly
trampling to school
though the school bell
has rung.
They have not completed
their homework.
We are laughing at them.
[Poet’s Note : The direct translation of the second line in the Afrikaaps version would be : “They are walking on their buttocks to skool.”
The direct translation of the last line in the Afrikaaps version would be :
“Laugh at them” or “make fun of them” or
“laugh until they leave.”
Notice how more colourful, jiving and idiomatic the Afrikaaps version is. Because of its origin in Cape Slavery lingo, Afrikaaps attempts to make light of daily life.This was a slave coping mechanism. ]
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Divination schemes,
shamlet in full effect.
An effective tactic,
the method discovered from
another scammer.
In high fidelity,
on full display.
HDMI.
4K.
Done got dirty
in front of God
and all em.
Cold crimson,
Monday Crimes,
Uncirculated dimes.
Montage rewinds,
all this time
to be put upon mine.
The Polar Shift Successor,
Evolutionary Competitors.
Unpopular portraits
of Presidential
candidate winners.
Walk our way
with that unsuspecting
Big Purse.
The truth is
that
The truth hurts.
It only takes
one adversary
to turn the ruthless room
against you.
Fool.
Thanksgiving weekend was really sweet.
Time to head on back to college.
Fun's over... think Classes & Homework.
Wordku: 5-7-5 words
AP: 3rd place 2026
Always liked school and studying.
Blue-collar parents were impressed and encouraged me.
Homework instead of washing dishes.
Wordku: 5-7-5 words
AP: Honorable Mention 2026
Crying,
you held me tight.
Baby's needs are all met,
I can feel your big loving arms.
Your girl.
Time flies,
growing up fast.
Learning to bike and skate,
homework, dance and driving a car.
My dad.
Its prefferable to allow speech to be free
For 'only then' can others consider?
Of the orators intent; and
Ideas? Also mentallity.'
Pumpkins are made
For pies
And pies are made
For jack-o-lanterns
To
Please little girls
Who ride swings high over the city on
Cold
Mornings when others
Have found the schoolhouse
Under the ghetto waiting to transform the little leftovers
Into Wallstreetbogeymen scaring the country into
Unwanted
Growth claiming ‘More Pumpkins Are Better.’
The swing's chains are cold in late October
The seat can be wet
She
In her own glory does
Not
Notice the silence. Dreaming of
Dancing at the Met exposing truth to the music of Mendelssohn.
We linger
On the damp cool October morn
She peruses the skyline looking for the
Spot she might run to
As the swing finds a higher plane.
In a bottle's transparent depths,
ants struggled, waves of chaos
each fighting for life,
yet forming a living pyramid,
a reverberation of unity's might.
Some submerged, others held fast,
a coordinated dance of aid
no panic, no selfish haste,
each ant surrendered to the greater fate.
A spoon's gentle rescue came,
ants emerged, one by one,
until one faltered, slipped back
into the water's grasp.
The last ant turned, dove deep,
clinging tight to the drowning form,
a bond of brotherhood,
a sacrifice that shook my core.
Shame on humans, lost in pride,
building walls, not bridges wide,
ants teach us unity's strength,
a lesson in selfless length.
True power lies in collective might,
let ants' wisdom guide our plight,
unity's lesson, forever told
in their small, mighty hearts of gold.
people who work
don’t have homework after work
students are in school six hours a day
all their work should be done there
after school should be a time for play
for the workers and their children
not time to spend on homework
that should have been done in school
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