ABIDING INTEREST
intense
scrutiny
in
self-analysis
of
imagined
profiles
fundamental
feelings
customary
expectations
preoccupations
precursor
in
paletted
expressive
pictorial
formulae
of
aesthetic
pleasure
What do you see when you gaze deep down hell
Me holding some gold you would like to own
Pay me first then take it if you please
But do take care,
If you take it and don’t pay
for the interest is blood,
And the path back up is a river of mud.
The knight is a shell, his spirit is gone,
But the curse of the gold will carry on
A REVIVAL OF INTEREST-:-
invoked
conflated
traditional
linguistic
vocabulary
in REDISCOVERED POETICS
exerted
fascinations
without
contemporary
custom
&BEAUTIFYING TALENTS
exerting
precious
proportionate
passionate
translations
I’m mundane and you are not
You’re full of excitement
I lack the vividness you’ve got
What a misalignment
You're expressing interest
To the breaking news
While I set my mind at rest
Cause it did refuse
Eat the rubbish multiplied
To the great extent
Better be mundane than tied
To an endless end.
I went through a phase
Really warm and cuddly on the inside
~ Want to be my gal?
Wordku: 5-7-5 words
AP: Honorable Mention 2025
Say something… at least grunt
Acknowledge me when I’ve spilled my guts
Please ~ feign a little interest
Wordku: 5-7-5 words
AP: 1st place 2025
Just a kid
hardly knew him
Seemed friendly enough
nice smile, he wore
When I last saw him?
Oh, I dunno. Few days ago
He was walkin’ toward the river
come to think of it
Friends. Yeah, one girlfriend
though haven’t seen her lately…
Not much for sports, I don’t think
Kept pretty much to himself, you know
That’s about all I can think of
I’ll be gettin’ along now…
Shattered mirror pieces
in a cold room -
filled with invisible battles
as the heart
searches for warmth
Numb eyes
deepening scratches.
As seconds pass by,
the urge to rest in peace grows,
but own soul refuses to surrender.
A golden light,
from a narrow crack
falling on those broken pieces
reflecting buried dreams,
rising, drifting across the room
like butterflies.
Reborn charm
eradicates the frozen wall,
filling the room
with charming colors of light
that were once lost.
diddle-daddle, do nothing Dan
fiddle faddled with Francine’s fan
he’s your guy said her sis, he’s your man.
Too lazy to leap from a frying pan?
He is a sloth said his neighbor, Fran.
the songs i dont play anymore
the love i once had for you
it just melted to the floor ..
useless, absurd, what was the point?
A wasted heart given
to the wrong one
it was like a pain felt in my joint
will i ever love again?
I dont know
i guess thats just how
how this world flow.
photography is an obsession of mine
love taking snaps by design
the capturing of moments that align
my passion for chasing sunshine
and seeing how its beauty imitates the divine
AP: Honorable Mention 2025
Life is an empty luggage belt in endless spinning
I’ve seen enough of places to forget
Although forgetting doesn’t work, I have a feeling
That memory reserves what does it gets
Memories fade, they say, but no, its there
Its interest that fades, its like the key
You lose one day, and you don’t have a spare
And you don’t care to have it, for you see
It opens doors that are already open
You’ve no idea just what for you have to go
Cause there’s no purpose anymore in walking
That idle walk, talking about the things you know
Its over now, and so reality goes down
Where it has come from, back into your mind
And all your memories are there, outbound
You travel light now, for impressions of your kind
I could clean while I listen to TV
I do not
I could wipe the counters
I do not
I could sweep the floor
I do not
cleaning does not interest me
I do not do things that are boring and redundant
As my years have tumbled by
And I’ve tumbled quite a few
Often, I will contemplate
What I miss and what I need
Yes, the given resonates
Family, friends, all those I’ve lost
Yet, I speak of something else
Once, for granted, now so rare
Especially when younger folks
I should have the chance to meet
Maybe, one of many will
See through veils of dated skin
Maybe one sees value still
Seems that I can always tell
Yes, what lifts my spirits so
Is simply, plainly, interest
Will you form with me at the centre.? Any colonials
Good and true..'Will you stand? To confront tyranny?
Here there is a place for you.! all you will need is courage..
And the will to see it through..Will you stand and form
The centre? as they think we still can't do.? Have you seen
Their ramparts cracking? as Hoody drops truth bombs true!
As Jhonny rose to the challenge.' As Riccardo stepped
Up too.' As the cabal is shocked and shaken still i'm
Calling out to you.' As we are waking in the millions! There
Is will and there is right, will you support your neighbour?
Will you; stand up and fight? Will the A D F stand with us.?
Its your people who were hurt, your own fathers mothers
Brothers, they treat your sisters just like dirt.' They built
The concentration camps, and coerced our Aboriginal people
Too.' caring not for any human life, but lied through; their teeth
Right.. through.!
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