The source of the tree is a communal rock.
Rock fixes the partitions against the biting storm.
Storm turns to gossips where the hearth stays one.
One stimulus of disagreement breaches the prehistoric beam.
Beam fissures and squeals as the roof initiates bending.
Bending to the quietness where the obscurities now squawk.
Squawk of the ghost in a room without light.
Light cannot spread through the glass changed into sand.
Sand is the dominion that cascades in the darkness.
Poem by Mugisho N
Zany antics from two-year old.
Never a dull moment in this household.
Non-stop entertainment for whole family.
Wordku: 5-7-5 words
AP: Honorable Mention 2025
The golden stain of the sunshine
Made the sea water shine like gold
And gave egrets at the coastline
The golden stain.
The egrets came with their household,
To make the water like their shrine,
Their beaks and wings defied the cold.
Young egrets stayed at the shoreline~
Their playful nature they unfold,
Still gifting the twilight skyline
The golden stain.
Contest Title: One In Five
Contest Judged: July 6th, 2025 6:34:00 PM
Sponsored by: Joseph May
Placement: Third
There is a hut,
I'm riding on a rut,
I hope it does not rust,
I don't need to be hasty,
Where things can in a hurry,
I am a bit blurry,
I made it on the top of a cherry,
You don't need to feel sorry,
I saw something shiny,
Soon, it will be rainy,
I hope it is sunny,
Until the water stream is runny,
I am not a phony,
I am very keen,
It is enough for me to be lean,
Keep me in the lane,
I carry myself a cane,
To show what it meant,
I'm trying to be sane,
I'm sitting on a pane,
I know it is such a shame,
Look what had come,
It is not Rome,
I know it is the same,
It is my other jam.
In my mind
There lives a child
Scared, trembling
Wounds still bleeding
Young one, I did not wish this fate on you
But the world is cruel
There is no safe place to hide
They will always find you
Young one, do not blame yourself
You did not cause this
Do not blame the world
For you’ll grow bitter
No one will love a bitter soul
No one will love you with the hate in your heart
No one will love a scared little girl
No one will love your heart of a caged animal
Do not bite the hand that feeds you
Even when the hand
Smacks
Beats
Stabs
you
Learn to forgive without understanding
Learn to trust blindly
Hide your wounds
Bind them tightly
When you get hurt
Do not weep
You deserve this
You trusted too much
Young one, do not speak
Of the things you’ve gone through
Others have it worse
No one wants to hear the pain of the weak
Young one,
Have you not learned?
Love is a fickle creature
They will whisper “I love you”
As they rip you
Apart
If witches,
Would wash dishes
On continue to continue to clean the house
Just what would become of the dead mouse
Warlock staggering falls on the floor
A drunken spirit consumes his soul
It's Saturday. bath night
Children trolls cleansed now sleeping right
As the goblins prey, they say grool night
Written By James Edward Lee Sr. ©2021
A complete and loving family
enhances their spiritual life,
serving the Lord together.
They use sufficient time
to strengthen the bond
between parents
and siblings
before
God.
The spread of poverty and hunger
is witnessed all over the world.
Even in these trying times,
God's heirs never worry,
making use of their
great privilege
to pray to
God for
help.
Since I've turned 3 quarters of a century old
And have a hole in my heart I'm told
Sitting on top of that a small tumor
This definitely isn't a run away rumor
I am old and slightly fat(well some say obese)
Controlled diabetes on top of that
Hypertension makes its mark
Sometimes I even seem smart .
Then coronavirus hit the world
It set our lives in a whirl
So grocery shopping is done online
It takes me twice as much time
I carefully place my total order
After asking my husband if he needs water
And my grandson what snacks needed
Then click the button and I 've conceded
In a few days we ride to acquire
What the staff at Wally World think I desire
Well, I may not have tissue to wipe
my nose and my derriere but some grapes(what luck!)
Each week I play Russian Roulette
With exactly what I will get
I hope the circumstances play a part
For my husband likes me shopping a la carte
I may even buy a small camera
Slip it in and say I ordered Samera(he'd never know)
I could start getting more of what I desire
Less to cook so we can eat like a highflyer(get carry out)
THE HIPPOPOTOMOUSE
A rare and dangerous species
is the hippopotomouse
If you get one in your attic
Then you’d better leave your house.
F-ather
A-nd
M-other
I-nstruct
L-ittle
Y-oung
Form: Vertical Monocrostic
These i spy with my little eye
tossed aside, two black-and-white die
silver glinting of a spoon
little green soldiers in a platoon
things you forget around the house
things i pick up, quiet as a mouse
a pencil here, a postcard there
pins and buttons to fill my lair
and ever so softly during the night
when the owl hoots and the moon is bright
when the house is still, there’s not a peep
and you’re counting little sheep
i pick these up, you’re unaware
but look under if you dare
what was lost will come to you
i’ll give them back, they’re overdue
but what a funny thing to know!
a few lost pins won’t stop the show
the only conclusion is that humans
love these small things, it’s proven
how strange! how odd!
what seem like trinkets to us gods –
may be one’s greatest treasure
Mother carved a pumpkin head
Boy, how it filled me with dread.
Laughing, "it looks so real I said,
It could be taken from the dead."
I thought she'd smile, but instead
I saw her flush, her face went red.
I asked "where is father, still in bed ?"
It was then that mother fled.
Entry for BOO - Poetry Contest
Sponsored by Alexis Y.
9/10/2017
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Over there in the rural countryside where I'm at currently....
Gravel road, water and electrical woes are challenges daily....
Hardly any economic activities that bring in cash money..
Barring the staff in the usual government machinery...
And those in some private enterprises and companies...
The village folks are really poor and severely cash strapped...
Saved those fortunate ones in the government or private enterprises...
So reporting average income has risen to rm6k plus...
Is downright nonsense and a gigantic lie statistically .....
Salaried workers are in abundance only in urban areas...
Using their incomes severely skew the worthiness of these figures.....
It paints a vastly different picture of the economic situations on the ground...
In simple English, only pompous supercilous coated bosses and politicians...
Can believe this propaganda that average monthly income has moved up to rm6k plus...
@#$//$$##!!!!
Note.... Reported in the news today, the average monthly income in Malaysia has
risen from RM5000 (year 2012) to RM6141(Year 2014)..
Growing Up In A Christian Household
My dad was such a FRAMER then that I oft just felt like a FARMER,
No alternative routes accepted, no reasons other,
Only their special Christian gospel that did mother,
Slippy slimy slowness, a slave’s sleeve slipped in for sloth.
17/12/2015
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