A moon hanging low amidst the glitter of stars,
my heart's aflutter with dire anticipation.
Together we cast golden coins in a fountain,
the darkness of the night oozing with mystery.
My heart's aflutter with dire anticipation,
the unmistakable scent of love fills the air.
Always the thought of you occupying my mind
till I summon your familiar voice in the night.
Together we cast golden coins in a fountain.
What follows is a future completely unknown
fraught with questions and answers that put us on edge,
and beyond the horizon no news, not a glimpse.
The darkness of the night oozing with mystery,
wishing for the best we will not settle for less.
We hope and we pray as we offer our plans to
a moon hanging low amidst the glitter of stars.
(this form is called Retourne)
AP: 3rd place 2025, Honorable Mention 2025, Honorable Mention 2025
would life forms with a fifty one percent sadness rate ~ just go extinct
By
David Kavanagh
Slowly, treading softly
I must guard my hesitant heart
Taking forward moves with caution
If any rebuilding is to start
I'm still wading wounded waters
Tidal waves of fear and doubt
Self-restraint and trust, a struggle
The gash was deep, still trickling out
Like a surfer prepares to meet the challenge
I still have roughened edges to smooth
And sturdy boundaries to set in place
For risk of further pain still looms
The waves of healing will ebb and flow
And unpredictable these endeavours may be
So too, I must master the skill to 'ride the ripple'
And find the blessing in the balance indeed
November 21, 2020
What’s good without bad
Sympathy for the devil
Will never feel love
What’s light without dark
Empathy for the blackness
It’s misunderstood
Cannot see heaven
Must be different than hell
Opposites attract
Some think they’re the judge
Problem is we’re mere mortals
And just passing through
By
David Kavanagh
I've weighed you
in the balance
and you are deficient
You are in pain and chained
afraid to be free
The rewards of your behavior
leave a contempt of women
You don't see the beauty
in your hearts shining star
Your one desire
It's just a game for
you to come out the winner
The ego is stroked
Then the boredom sets in
There's always something
must more interesting
just around the corner
When you float atop shallow
There's no depths to explore
What the hell are you waiting for
Obviously these stratigies
aren't freeing your soul
For god sakes
get your crap together
Then when you are truly free
And only then
Come on baby
Come and ride with me
Forever free
Then you will
truly please me
I closed my eyes for a moment,
sighing deep within my soul
disbelieving what my ears heard
and what my eyes saw.
Again, again, there are innocent deaths
taken before their time,
taken because someone did not approve
of how they choose to live their lives.
How sad it is, this life that hangs in the balance
of judging others by our terms,
as we would never judge ourselves
now matter how thick and large the beam in our eyes.
Too easily we each fall into the trap
believing our way is the only one
and we vocalize our disgust and contempt,
forgetting all that we have done.
For the future, for our children's sake
let's look more closely at our hearts
and let God be the only judge
of the decisions that we make.
Almost by chance
direction emerges
for generating harmonious inclusivity
Judge kindly
lest man’s nature
opens past’s quickly resolved struggles
to unite vengeful warring xenophobes
yielding zeal
My faith in you is naturally a dream
An everlasting peep at what I have,
It cannot be divine, yet is supreme
My finding you compares with this extreme.
Perfection is not granted for my touch
For is it not performed for God alone,
That loving you cannot be done as such
But giving it supports you like a crutch.
If love were easy, could it ever lose,
The understanding gained, if it were lost
Without the one I love I have to choose
Between unhappiness or this here noose.
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