UNENDING INTERPRETATION
conspicuous
convictions
hidden
in
qualitative
affinities
meaning
visible signs
of
interpretative
figured
patterns
simultaneously
enigmatically
thinking aloud
kindred
affinities
pursuing
the
lucid
autonomous
Spiteful words spoken can never be unheard.
AP: 1st place 2026
FREEDOM OF INTERPRETATION-:'
identifying
revelation
confronting
willing
communication
in an ANTITHESIS OF DETAIL
clearly
convey
unambiguously
encoded
features
in PERFECT INTERPRETATIONS
pursuing
oblique
allegoric
artistic
expression
Vanished souls in the night.
Years pass by in signs of abandon.
Little hint of the story.
Wordku: 5-7-5 words
AP: Honorable Mention 2026
When all you have in your head is negative thoughts...
the first thing to come to mind will always be the worst.
You'll interpret things rashly and in the wretchedest light
not seeing the beauty and kindness that surrounds you.
AP: Honorable Mention 2025
a degree and he knows it all
summarizes me in a nanosecond
has me all figured out
simplified into a likely story
for someone else perhaps
but no sir, not for me
casually randomizing
careless comments tossed
into a common salad
the maestro takes words
and plays them back askew
creating his own new melody
with all his pomp and arrogance
he is the type that gives
the profession a bad name
AP: 2nd place 2026, 3rd place 2025, Honorable Mention 2025
It's conscious.
It's deliberate.
It's empowering to the extent you decide.
Reality is forever up for interpretation ~
Is life ugly or is it beautiful?
Your decisions determine your life,
drag you down or become uplifting.
AP: Honorable Mention 2025
Speak me your songs
and I'll reply with your bone's deepest chills,
your blood's chilling boiling point,
and your hearts shrilling aches
It's there in the darkness
of Indigo rain
Starlings streak the skies
in vapor trails of gold
Winds whistle familiar tunes
as the moon placates the sea's
Time hangs motionless
beneath the permafrost
Revealing what can't be known
The dogs lay silent
in fields of emerald green
and we choose to speak in tongues.
The problem with biblical eisegesis
is that you tear Bible verses to pieces.
And in your effort to make of the Bible and its glory
your own personal story,
the truth value of the Bible dramatically decreases.
She asked, "What does your painting mean?"
I said, "Nothing really. It's just a portrait of a peaceful evening scene."
She said, "But I sense something ominously stark,
there, lurking behind those two figures in the dark."
I said, "Oh, yeah. I see exactly what you mean.”
He tried to say, " I love you."
In so many ways;
Through broken bottles, crumpled cans;
And fits of rage
Doors that slammed, fists that rammed and
Voice that screamed his pain.
He tried to say, " I love you."
Again and again.
Between each curse of hate and
Foul remark,
There lay a spark.
He tried to speak the words
That hearts embrace,
Words that bring a smile to
A child’s face.
Between his actions and the forces
That forbade his voice,
There was a choice.
A message with a lesson
To be learned:
It wasn’t, " I love you."
He was trying so hard to say;
"Can you love me?" was the message
In the fire
That he burned.
• In the good ol' days
• I used to wait
• Nowadays I'm used as bait
In midnight gazes call me sullen upon my cheek
Rousing replies risen bound by chains
Lest mercy be tallowed by all frays
Lest my cheek rise by an untimely hour
Rid my face of discoloured honour
Until it shall stalk by the wretched wicker sun's rays
O wither upon the wicker's sun dropped desire
Feign, o swell upon the imperious bells
Dear wicker, o ire, shalt rain upon the sinner's drencht trap
Leave mellow cleaves upon a skull's prondered fallows
O wicker, dear wicker, fall'n be the strife within my own trial
Ris'n upon a mellow moon's impassive scamp
A whore within such heavenly light, where'n quarry shalt seek a seeming clamp
Fought a feign, O swallow, O blossom by my might
Shalt the wicker sun swoon upon my sorrows?
O life, upon a liver, foreclose a killer
For soon i shall take upon flight
Until the sun's swollen wicker shall take upon the morrow
Shall anguish thrive upon a famisht howl
Come without breaks, nor bend
I shall steal upon the wicker's whelms
Towards the sways, o sorrow shall bend
Belier my helm, 'til all else shall fall hither
'Til I hear the moon call upon the wicker,
And I shall fly.
Can beauty be interpreted
Like the King James Version
All the scriptures made correct
All the verses like virgins
Can punctuation be the eyes
With the comma being a smile
The period being the entire face
And chapters being a style
Can books be the ages and pages
From Genesis to Revelation
And the New Testament
Being the Virgin Bride
Never to be tested or questioned
Can faith be the saving grace
That keeps the form of beauty
The woman, the Queen, the little girl
From whom smiles and hugs were given
From heaven comes the angel that saves
With the rest the soul requires
The comfort given to the mind
Escaping certain fires
Can Esther, Bathsheba and Jezebel
Be just the same as Deliah
With faces that inspire kings
To have that deadly desire
Possess the ability to speak in tongues
Without making a sound
And in the end give God the glory
For the victories He has won
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