Free me from the Cage of my heart
Where the desires bend inward
Free me from the Room of my mind
Where thoughts stand still
O give me the Key to open that which keeps me held in
Let me stretch! Let me fly!
Wearing the champion beau crown
William's port the dude's tug was bound
Sapphire ring
Shined with bling
Lucky, very happy
Not sappy
Snow coming down hard
Staring from the bar
"Time, I carry out this mission,
It is her decision,
Destiny on my side
She will decide
Doing the right thing
Since I am her King"
There she was
Showing Princess buzz
Until the liberty bell sent a response
"Anything else are their wants?
Voice shouted, filled with demand
Making the command
"Formal nice white dress
Bridesmaids will be impressed
Romance
Special dance
Day reserved for me
Is what I decree"
Months later
Brotherly love paid her
Weather turned warm
And a family was born
Creating a Queen for the day
Hearing people say
"Good luck," sending off the pair
Confirming a permanent affair
Loving emotions that cannot be compared
Since once the key stone is unlocked
Married couples are off the marketing block
My worst enemy could be,
could it be a flea?
What is the magical key?
Do I need to make a plea?
Let me sit and think as I drink some tea,
under this fall pretty red leaf tree.
My worst enemy could it be me?
No way or I would flee.
Now down on one knee,
I will ask thee.
My worst enemy could be,
oh please set me free.
Is it a huge crime?
Wish it was as simple a rhyme.
Can I buy it for a dime?
Would you believe it is time?
I need more time in each of my days,
my time runs together as a big maze.
Sometimes I only see a dark haze,
please send me more time without any delays
Love is the key
To being me
To being you
To being us
World needs more love
Do you agree ?
Show it to all
Love is the key
People hurt so much
A touch of love
They sure do need it
To change their life
I did it today to a guy
In church
All I said was your so cool
It made him feel good
I am crushed by the shape of what is missing.
I remember being here before in the quiet—
carrying the weight of rust and neglect—
encased in the void of a vanished world,
bleak as unturned steel.
The house I served is lost to the grounds,
demolished, bitter, left to its own decay,
reduced to a whisper of distant awe.
The beams that once carried warmth within
can no longer support their mangled frame.
Yet this brass still drags my resolve to belong,
heavy as a foundation of bricks and stones,
insisting that survival is something to endure.
We believe life’s splendor must be clear of stain,
but absence is a shadow you cannot ignore.
You are gone—you have been gone for years—
still your presence lingers, a voice in the woods;
louder than the machines that tore you apart.
Through the lingering stench of diesel and turned earth,
Memory is an artisan, bringing forth from shadow to light,
crafting its art from discarded planks.
I turn the key one more time in the dark—
And the phantom door opens.
The total bummer of our wasted Test summer….ahem
Does jar well below par no cigar not even a cafe creme
After another dafter dumber and dumber apophthegm
The tedium of this charlatan medium saying carpe diem
Couldn’t be any glummer still will take Baz to the ATM
Laughter him on a whim mending a forlorn torn hem
We pleaded tree needed to go not the Root but stem
Pretending will be happy ending Bazball’s Bethlehem
ECB & Key glib in tandem fib as random as a Lib Dem
English cricket’s viral spiral now coughing up phlegm
The gory gashes from Ashes lashes will still condemn
Then Stokes says that’s all folks was absolute mayhem
Jokes he’ll back in the 2027 eleven it’s us versus them
After hoax new Kiwi bloke evokes masterstrokes a gem
No longer going for broke a stronger bespoke requiem
Will coax the magic unlike the tragic Bazball "La Boheme"
No superhero cloaks as from acorns grow oaks says Flem
There comes a time in every person life they must know
How the key that they hold in their very own possession
Encouraging that outcome of their destiny they believe
Know their dreams is what they aspire and they inspire
Encouraging others so they can unlock their own hope
Yes dreams must be everyone own unlockable dream
In a drawer of quiet things, a lone brass key keeps dreaming of doors.
It remembers the weight of turning, the soft click of entering a life.
Now it hums in the dark—unlock me, it whispers—I still know the way.
Of all the animals I could be,
which one would fill me with glee?
No fur here with a flea,
maybe smooth skin is the key.
I would love to see,
the great big blue sea.
Cool pretty water I would love to feel,
it makes me want to real.
With friends I can play and squeal,
as a fish we will steal.
I feel like a big wheel,
even through I am just a cute little seal.
I’m here to regain the key
That I've lost some time ago
It’s from the house I can see
But to come I can no more
Always thought it’s in the box
Checked it out recently
I’ve found some keys in luggage locks
But of course no magic key
Guess I'll find it one fine day
Or it could be a fine night
I will not procrastinate
This time I will do it right
It'll drop down on the floor
Out of the navy blue
I shall open your green door
"In you come", I'll hear from you.
One can say my skies aren’t lofty
And my style does not appeal
To their taste I’m too low key
They don’t care if I’m real
Or a shadow of bygone
If I’m living or deceased
If I’m right or if I’m wrong
They can’t bother less – I’m pleased
With attention I provide
I respect the time they waste
Reading words I couldn’t hide
Just to fit some little taste.
Feeling like I’m floating
Whole world soft and distant
Sinking into my blankets
While the morning stays persistent
Monday hits the door
My eyes aren’t open
Mind drifts off again
I keep hoping
Grey clouds spreading out
The sky won’t stop pouring
Streets talking loud
My mind keeps ignoring
The day says move
My soul says not yet
I’d rather stay in bed
Light up calm and reset
Cause the more you push
The less life agrees
Loosen your grip
You’ll get what you need
“Key”
Thirty pieces of silver.
That ancient story of betrayal
sits shining next to thee,
It flips poetic meaning supernaturally.
We wonder how We came
to this Synchronicity.
The upturned face,
a legacy.
Seeking answers
listening to silence, unanswered.
The questions evade.
The mind lifts,
the sharp point drops its messages
into the grooves of other dimensions played out
like a child’s game where we wave in lyrics,
where the music silver lines the terra firma roads
along the landscape of Life’s turntable.
Inside you something turns, burning
a flame inside a Memory
presents a key.
Candide Diderot. ‘26
“In the sharp gust of love
My memory stirred
When time wreathed a rose
A garland of shame
Its thorn my only delight
War torn, afraid to speak
We dare to breathe
Majestic
Imperial
A bridge of sighs
Solitude sails
In a wave of forgiveness
On angels' wings…”
(Siouxsie & The Banshees)
Matthew 26 NIV
Any child will tell you...
Christmas is the best holiday of all.
The secret is drawn-out anticipation.
Wordku: 5-7-5 words
AP: Honorable Mention 2026, Honorable Mention 2026
May we be blessed to think more about our children….
and remember before they are grown…
how the one life we have is ephemeral…
meaning our years here…are all on loan…
So while we’re here…we would be wise
to adhere to this enlightened Native Nations philosophy….
How our children are the living messages we send
to a future we will not see…
To think hard and long…on this subject
to make sure our mind is clear….
as to the message we want our children to share with the world
when we’re no longer here
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