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.!
Sitting here, blanketed, the night is so dark
I look through my window and up at the stars
But something is missing, my heart sends a cue
That something is someone, that someone is you
All that you are I'm just waiting to know
But what I know so far I hold in escrow
With compounding interest I've yet to realize
The fact that you're priceless I do recognize
The desire for money is believed to be the roots of all the evils
Is it because there are too many people wishing to be devils?
A new interest in running a poultry,
Then, reckoned the needed sum not paltry,
Coolants for birds with the weather sultry,
The chilly worse, keeper desultory…
When birds start dying owner jittery:
Mass breathing of one’s last in battery;
Of its allure packed-with-eggs crates trappings
But should nose deal with foul smell, eyes droppings?
And then this Bastards’ cannibalism
Worse than Nigerian’s Tribalism -
You’ll be paying someone for debeaking
To make safer any fresh bickering;
Also experts on Coccidiosis
To cry less to God in His diocese…
I know it has been a don’t-risk-it voice
But the brave-hearted keeps his brave choice:
To remain their town’s chief egg suppliers
While routes to chicken stalls retain flyers.
I wonder if there is even a clue in her mind
Or is she just in denial
Maybe I should be straight forward and tell her how I feel
Although I know she is not healed
From her past
I don't think I can heal from mine
But she makes me sane
She gives me hope
Only a very few people in my circle know
About her
Of all the women I have seen
It's her,
Her personality,
Her intellect,
Even Her voice
She has everything I want and need in a woman
She listens to me
I love that she is honest with me
Even if I don't want to hear
She tells me the harsh truth
Even to my face
Cause sometimes I don't always think clearly
She's not intimated by me
She is open to new things
She tough,
Tougher than she looks
Sexy when she wants to be
She smart
Her artwork, her shows and creativity
and the owner of a big company
I see what she can do
She is amazing
I want her
Let me tell you what it will cost,
If you try to Richard accost:
Two of your front teeth shall be lost,
Straight two artificial teeth cost...
Interest in flashing arch smiles lost,
From time to time his dad accost
To show him what The Thing had cost.
I'm surprised at what thou dost
And at times feel squarely lost:
All the time wanting to raise dust;
All the time a combat, a must.
For every shown interest,
The withdrawn is impressed:
The guy badly suppressed,
His once high feelings repressed...
Your smiles are tears addressed
And spotted frowns redressed:
Unseen wounds cleaned and dressed,
Rumpled face stretched and pressed.
For every shown interest,
Many restive youths rest;
As many soon their best;
You'd one ask "Be my guest!"
In men you show interest,
In them you block protest...
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