face to face worlds apart
words go quiet when sad eyes meet
it's hearts' turn to speak
Wordku: 5-7-5 words
AP: Honorable Mention 2025
The truth is always in the middle
guarded on both flanks
It might stun so much should it escape
we might as well give thanks
Why do some coins purposefully have holes punched in the middle?
To save copper, silver and gold?
Guess again.
So you can hang them on Christmas trees
Or around dog’s necks on their collars?
Maybe
They were actually made this way
So you could string them together and keep track of them
The sad thing is,
It would make things easier for a snatch and grab robber
In the middle of the woods I sit
Becoming lost
The world for me no longer a hit
Pure Peace at no cost
Watching the gentle water flow
Completely still
I am happily hiding from the everyday show
On cool, quiet hill
A smile of soft joy creeps up on me
With Happy Thoughts of You
A familiar white dove peeps in the form of She
Totally alleviating my sudden feelings of blue
'It's Alright, My Dear Son
Mom Will AllWays Be Here
Put Your Right Hand To Your Heart
And I Will Heal You With The Warmth Of My Love
You Will Never Have To Worry
You Will Never Have To Be Afraid
For I Will ForEver Love You Till The Pain Goes Completely Away'
My tears now flow as the familiar white dove waves goodbye
I wave back with a now normal sadness as she flies back into the skies so high
Reality returns but the smile of soft joy does remain
I turn to slowly walk back towards reality....calmer and much more sane
Thank you, oh familiar white dove, for once again diffusing the bomb
Sweet Memories In Pink And Green Files Will AllWays Sweetly Saturate This Special Day......HAPPY MOTHER'S DAY, DEAR SWEET MOM.....
If I ask you ...
“How Does A Watch Work”
And you say ...
“Keep An Eye On The Time”
The anecdote preying
answer naysaying
Pathway to reason
— unrhymed
(Dreamsleep: January, 2025)
In 2011, Hamas released one (1) Israeli
for 1,027 Palestinian detainees
Somehow that never added up for me
This Sunday Hamas will release five innocent Israelis
for 700 Palestinian detainees
More than half of whom were detained for killing sprees
I can understand trading my prize-winning cow for your horse
even giving you my wife along with her papers of divorce
But when it comes to returning five innocent hostages for hundreds of killers
That’s a transaction with which I am just not familiar
you are allowed to bring two items with you
and then you’ll leave forever
we’ll be back, that’s all they said before they left
night was underway, things were always underway
nothing seemed to start or end
every time was in the middle
but this night was pretty
when I found myself already there
looking up at a lightshow sky
the outside, my only companion
when movement emerged between the points
of far off pinpricks and patterns
then colour began and shapes shorty after
as the swirls and spirals drew closer
I don’t know exactly when the blackness
changed fully to tessellates of neon-like blocks
but amidst my threatening tremble
one landed too closely
it was all a bit too beautiful and mouth-dropping
even after all this time, a part of me is expecting
them to return as promised
even though I’m awake now
but so vivid was that night
I often wonder what two items I should choose
just in case
No, it’s not fully the day
Nor it’s the night yet
I am a bit sleepy
Not fully awake yet
The moon hid behind the clouds
The sun is not out yet
Who calls my name?
No one is seen yet
She liked me from yonder—
Haven’t touched my heart yet
No yearning, no longing—
It is not fully love yet
I am dying little by little—
Haven’t lived my life yet
Neither a Saint nor a Satan—
I am struggling to be a man yet;
O Lord, hold my place in heaven
I am not out of the hell yet.
Weariness can settle into our lives
But praise be to God the Father who
Can show up right in the middle of dreariness
The Awaker is the Maker of Heaven and Earth
With Him all things are possible
He is the ‘Now’ God
We Bow to His Name right in the middle of dreariness
God shows up
To help, enlighten, solidify and support His people
Weariness can settle into our lives
But praise be to God the Father who
Can show up right in the middle of dreariness
Mark Frank
Copyright 2024
sitting in deer stand
watching waiting to see deer
prance around the stand
I shouldn't be here
trapped in a swirling of lies
waving a white flag
In the middle of life there’s a moment of still.
Reminiscing, regretting, “Is there point in it all?”
Looking out in both ways from the top of the hill
as I tumble and shrink to an infinite small.
For I know forever has no end of days,
it leaves me to contemplate just who I am?
And I know that size never ends in both ways,
when you sit in infinity, is there a plan
where we have significance? Any at all?
It seems we are not but a quark in the sea,
yet at the same time I can’t help but recall
a simple concept that was once taught to me –
that we are God’s children, of infinite worth.
The thought of such gives me that moment of still
where it becomes clear why I am here on the Earth.
In the middle of life... from the top of the hill.
Have you ever been so lucky as to have seen
in the middle of the night
a kaleidoscope of butterflies? How beautiful the sight
of violets, blues, black on white
and the royal monarch’s hues.
If you should be so fortunate,
please go outside and let yourself believe
there’s music in the air as the rabble flutters.
Notice that the butterflies are dancing.
The moonbeams shining on them
can create a melody of sweet tranquility.
Listen very carefully; you can hear it.
Fling yourself into the night and join the throng.
If you let your imagination soar,
you too can be a butterfly twirling and swirling
in the middle of the night
when the butterflies dance to the moon’s song.
In The Middle Of The Night, When The Butterflies Dance To The Moon's Song
"At the mid of midnight butterflies upward dance, to reach for the moon for spiritual longevity." quote by poet
Lead-in to and conceal an amorous scene
In the middle of the night with the heaven’s light.
Wherein lies the encouraging butterflies
Into dance to the moon’s song in full sight.
Breeze pushing through full of laughter,
Tease in playful serenade shuttering leaves.
Seize in the shadows of flirtatious romance;
Tweeze their velvet wings, a coquettish grace receives.
11/19/2023
“In the middle of the night, when the butterflies dance to the moon's song”
~ Anoucheka Gangabissoon ~
In a tiny cove nestled across from the sea,
The children of Neverland venture happily.
In the middle of the night as owls take to flight,
The moon sings a hushed lullaby soft and light,
And butterflies twirl and dance to the song.
Fireflies and pixies join in the fun following on.
The children of Neverland who will never grow old.
The earth is their playground to have and to hold.
They are the children whose spirits are free.
Taken too early, now they stay young for eternity.
Their day is our night, always keeping out of sight.
They giggle and rejoice. Their laughter can’t be heard.
We mortals, long to hear them, we can’t hear a word.
The secret of their playtime is held by the One above,
Nurtured, cared for and comforted by His tender Love.
The children of Neverland, in our hearts will stay.
A parent that’s lost a child should be glad they still play.
In a tiny cove nestled across from the sea,
The children of Neverland venture happily.
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