On awakening,
I’m this urban hub benign,
that first light stroller,
imbibing town air,
whose feet an echo’d purpose,
of self mould guide rail
If I could read your book
I would have but a taste
Of the thrills you had in life,
And to live in desire
With passions burning bright.
I am prepared for battle, but against myself you see,
this is where, the real battles be.
To take control of myself, no longer in dismay,
as I walk with integrity leading me the way.
I stand in the truth, as it be in me,
as I walk on two feet, my animal no longer be.
My soul was bought and paid for, it came at great cost,
without this redemption, my soul would still be lost.
The battles I face each and every day,
is to keep myself, in the right way.
When I give up or falter, the scent of defeat, fills the air,
the spirits swoop in, without thought or care.
Over and over, daily until we can see,
our own spiritual battles, that come for you and me.
I battle alone, with myself, so we both may live,
as I wake each day, my way’s to God I give.
A watchful eagle
spying high, swoops talons low
attempts to survive
They said the procedure would help me see
in the dark
But darkness was never the problem
It was the shape of the hand
resting on my shoulder
long after it stopped being kind
Instinct returned quietly
not as violence
but as refusal
I noticed patterns
the pauses
the borrowed warmth
Love, once examined under surgical light,
revealed its fingerprints
everywhere it had been rearranged
When instinct awoke
I did not grow teeth
I grew distant
Bellieve me ~ I love you.
I only have eyes for you, sweetheart.
You make my face smile !
Aordku: 5-7-5 words
AP: Honorable Mention 2025
trust me he said sweetly
i had my doubts but went along
surprise... instincts don't often lie
Wordku: 5-7-5 words
AP: Honorable Mention 2025
Your gut holds instinct,
It will make you think.
That sinking feeling,
Is revealing something.
Some things are not as they seem,
The gut knows when to intervene.
Coming in between,
What you are seeing,
Truly believing.
Receiving the information,
You have a clearer part to play in.
Within this simulation,
Your tuned to your own station.
You feel the invasion,
Embrace the sensation.
Meet the vibration,
To see truth or manipulation.
Instinct saves you from extinction,
So what is your gut thinking.
My best friend walks beside my soul,
Not always seen, but always whole.
We talk in ways the world won’t hear,
In jokes and jabs and thoughts sincere.
We’re echoes in a common shell,
Two minds where one truth loves to dwell.
We share the heat of daily light,
And wrap each other through the night.
55 seconds still, no sound,
Yet louder peace is rarely found.
In silence, storms begin to slow,
We trade our highs, confess our low.
One day, the world will understand,
How friendship doesn’t need a hand.
Just rigorous, kind observation
A glance, a pause, a revelation.
I met him once not far, not wide,
But looking from the other side.
A mirror framed our secret blend
Myself, and still—my truest friend.
The love I have for you wakes me at night.
It sends me out at all hours shouting,
Darting down the sidewalk in both directions.
It never smiles and always expects the worst.
It looks for you when you’re already there.
The love I have hollows me out with bombs when I sleep,
Then packs the broken spaces with flowers and scenes recalled,
Of walks to the car wash when you were three,
A spit-matted bear, clutched at your tiny hip.
I have no choice in loving you,
As much as a cat has whenever it bathes
Or a bird born knowing how nests are made.
So too am I mastered by codes too old and close to see,
How you’re in a cup in the hands of life
And the worried cup is me.
Written: March 27, 2025, for Sponsored by: Mystic Rose Rose
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Waves into twilight that is now absent.
From flowers clipped just before their ideal flight.
Irony changes with the pulse and its might.
Their immaculate poetics is transcendent.
Her strands of talent are enduring mysteries.
A tangible awareness during the night.
Resilient stars, with every beat of a fight.
In an arena of naming, deeds have histories.
The fighting instinct pushes across the sky's veil.
My heart beats firm for a sight vivid and bright.
Dazzling light: There is hope in sight.
Emotions contort, akin to an enigmatic tale.
The exigent mountain
in the tough terrain
of upheaved life,
crumbling,
needs to be climbed
as the solemn summit
alluringly calls.
I follow
the undefined trail
in surging storm
of stifling strife,
relentless.
I cross with piety
the divine portals
God installs
in the precincts
of eclipsed destiny,
dormant.
In His decree,
designed with certainty
I repose resolute trust,
faith shows me the path
to the content summit
of solacing rapture
in the dark nights
of scary squalls,
delusive.
The turbulent sea
of chaotic life
in tempestuous disarray,
I need to sail
serene,
find with forbearance
the last anchorage,
get guided
by His benign beacon
with dedication just,
steadfast.
The tormenting alley
of endless anguish,
submerged
in opaque darkness
desolate,
needs to be lit,
the shreds
of shattered soul
salvaged from the abyss,
are to be sutured
with threads
of divine essence
esoteric,
embroidering ecstasy
at the frail fringe
of agonized actuality,
shaping the survival instinct,
indomitable.
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cascading falls rush to the beats
clear freshwater urges salmon leaps
A mother's heart
Always knows her child
Whatever, whenever, wherever.
A mother's eyes
Always defeated by her feelings
Situation, occasion, intuition.
A mother's love
Always lends a helping hand
Unrequited, untarnished, unconditional.
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