Teach your son a trade
one that’s light and clean
Acquired skills rarely fade
if learned as a teen
If you can’t teach him
hire someone who can
So, he will punch his own ticket
once he’s a full-blown man
if I were not me
who else would you be
my thoughts slip away
your memories fray
let’s go plant a tree
If not for the curve
Of a crescent moon
Dividing the darkness
With rays of silvery sheen
I would not have seen
The poem in a spider's web
Currently files are being surveyed..The ones that can be seen..Some will prove
To be ' anti-climatic ' i have no doubt on
That.' Some will have harmless content !
They will be discussed as the wars keep
Going, as the unrest bubbles and is reported on by.??? Well the same outlets
Letting us know there is not much that
Bad that happened.? Its helpfull that the
Sounds of rockets do not interrupt our
Train of thoughts..As we contemplate the
Fact that things may well be overhyped?
Like in twenty twenty btw.' I just cant seem
To remember? Who the culprits were.? Was that a war maybe? And if so upon whom.? Thank heavens we have a great information system..Is all I can think.? Oh
Yes another bill to sort out.' Must get busy
With the real imoortant stuff.'
I lost my faith in men that day.
When you left me shattered by the bay.
You violated a body that was always yours,
Shaken a soul wrapped tight in love’s fragile cocoon.
What you wanted was never me,
Your desires breached what couldn’t be.
Patience was never your way,
You did what none could undo that day.
Yours was the love I once embraced,
You were the one I never replaced.
Those rosy dreams we dreamt together,
Those silly letters, those words forever.
All those years from youth till grown,
All those hours from dusk to dawn.
You were my world, my heart, my plea—
I was yours, and meant to be.
What is it if not a single leaf
tumbling
twisting
twirling
windswept --
breathing, still, on the ground --
that captures my imagination
How does one fill silence, if not with awkward lines
I conjure up an emotion or sing a song
How does one fill silence, if not with awkward lines..
Should I drop a meme , a gif or stickers
How does one fill silence, if not with awkward lines …
Do I send a picture or a trending video or reel
How does one fill silence, if not with awkward lines…
Tell you a story or ring in a favourite memory
How does one fill the silence if not with awkward lines??
Silence is scary like some unknown is calling
Silence can be enlightening but not when I am craving
Wanting to know your thoughts and wonders
So forgive me …Oh and just let me be seen ..
if I do end up filling silence with awkward lines!!
mesmerizing
the playful glitter
of ondulating waves
the sun beckons
come and play ~
there may not be another day
AP: Honorable Mention 2025
If Not For
morning would be just morning
the sun would hide behind clouds
stillness would be without meaning
the road would lead to nowhere
the skies would be without promise
my life an empty page
Dreams
morning would be a life bursting forth
the sun would share its light
stillness would burst into chorus
the road would lead to stars
the skies would be an ocean
my life a book of poems
(folding mirror style)
If Not For Christ
by Lanier Thomas
If not for Christ I am aware I’d be dead.
When I was young I was quite out of my head.
The wrong things controlled me. I thought it was I.
Jesus still loved me. I have no idea why.
Like a light in the darkest of stormy nights,
Or when the waves crashed about and gave me frights,
Jesus was there and lifted me in His arms
And carried me safely from all of the harms.
I owe Him my freedom, which I did not know.
I owe Him my life that I had squandered so.
I cannot repay Him for His affection,
Love is all He asks for His intervention.
If not truth
Then what
Pretence and distance
Simply…..not a lot!
Insincerity and dishonesty
Echoed through hollow words
Spoken
Though never truly heard
Trust diminished
Destroyed by lies
Perpetual doubt
Relationship demise
Jane who long the
road-to-self-discovery,
married and living
in Carter's wake--turned leaf o'er
Reagan's Mid-East, ALL MY BEST
I could deny,
God in everything,
But for the Flowers.
The ceiling fan orbiting, on and on
reminded after many spectacular nights,though,not this.
Pulchritude perhaps begins before Paul care.
The window pen hardly opened these days.
reminded me, that I, will need to see before eyes gaze anymore.
Ponderance, perhaps nurture before a short story
The art piece, the paperweight or the color pencils too
skins often are preferable with peach color.
or a healing hand with a giggle almost gargling there.
"Whom, did you see in me? Your substantial one?"
If not for you, I wouldn't know
What true love really meant.
I'd never feel this inner peace;
I couldn't be content.
If not for you, I'd never have
The pleasure of romance.
I'd miss the bliss, the craziness,
Of love's sweet, silly dance.
I have to feel your tender touch;
I have to hear your voice;
No other one could take your place,
You're it; I have no choice.
If not for you; I'd be adrift;
I don't know what I'd do,
I'd be searching for my other half,
Incomplete, if not for you.
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