Spinning around,
Jumping rope,
Something found,
Gave wonder and hope.
Homework to do,
Grades to earn,
Squabbles brew,
Moody concern.
Research to keep,
Always on the go,
Lack of sleep,
Prideful show.
Life still a mess,
Why am I fat?!
Work in progress,
More than one cat.
Rocking chair,
Sitting out front,
Knowing stare,
Memories confront.
When going to school at a tender age,
The little girl would put on her socks and shoes,
Give her parents a goodbye kiss,
And run out with her school bag and lunchbox,
A smile upon her face, filled with joy and happiness,
Excited to learn a new word from her teacher.
Days turned into months,
And months into years,
Until finally came her graduation day—
The day she would leave those beautiful school days behind.
Afterward, her school uniform and school necessities
Rested quietly in the wardrobe,
Becoming memories of her beautiful early days.
She looked at them, sighed, and said,
"Indeed, this is where you finally ended,
After being with me through my beautiful early days." ??
Sat Beside me a girl too slight for the swing's grace.
Sleeves hid her cuts, a secret she'd embrace.
She swayed, clinging to bars as a lifeline's trace.
Somewhere In her twisted mind, I'd planned this meeting space.
Somehow they yanked her from that peaceful place.
Silent in soil, a forgotten grave's face.
Staring at the swing, I saw my own lost case.
The bright sun goes to sleep,
the quiet stars wake up in the
sky,
The soft moon shines on
your bed to watch you rest,
Close your eyes now and
sleep well until morning
light.
Kindergarten mastering fun and games.
Time to focus on drawing pretty pictures.
Mom and Dad are proud.
Wordku: 5-7-5 words
AP: 2nd place 2026
Time, like a package or carton
has an expiration date
What amuses in kindergarten
~ in old age leaves us prostrate
War, you piece of my monotony !
Why don't you talk to my focus ?
Do you find yourself so firmly feeble
in tracing such locus,
where I nest my 'eagle' ?
Enduring your best
slowly at my behest
ain't the only slovenly spa
Resurrected by no guilt,
yet perfected by qualms
falling still short of bourgeoisie, napalms
I don't kill you poor thought
For you wish me distraught
Don't you dare push like kindergarten
Let me break my monotony first
To your down-quarks, much later..
I'll talk, then ! Slyly quenched thirst
Letting eagles fence mind
and sand define the border,
Calling ‘succinct’ the grind
and not what went harder
is that gradient all try
from the gym to the jungle, asking
where not ! why not why?
Anyway its an agony past prime
For a war, for a “monotony”
Let's argue to never fuel
another dime !
My vacuum cleaner likes cookies
Sometimes it makes sounds like Wookies
It eats crayons too
And a lace from a tennis shoe
It hums along with this suction song
Eating up all in its path
It does a good job cleaning
But it can't do math
It caresses carpets and rugs
It invites in bugs
Cobwebs and corners
There's no hiding from this hoarder
There is nothing too tough
And my vacuum stays buff
By sucking at what it does for a living
So if you get the unction
And you see me just standing around
Plug me into the circuit
If you know how to work it
There are goldfish lying on the floor
Snippets and paper punches galore
Glitter strewn and clumps of play dough
And a foreign object....God only knows
So here's to my vacuum
And all you consume
Going from door to door
And room to room
We glide across the floor like Rogers and Astaire
We brush everybody's hair
And after you have done your best
I will put you away for another night’s rest
Life was better when I fit into my princess nightgown
Lights were brighter
The sky more vibrant
All the jokes were funnier
Big things felt like distant problems
He was here
Songs were catchier
Our laughter more pure
I miss the days of the purple long-sleeved nightgown
The one adorned by my favorite princesses
Back when I could slip on my PJs and not have to worry about washing off my makeup
And the days were full of belly laughs, full of carefree naivety
Always longing to look back rather than forward
I miss you, baby girl
The little girl in the purple princess nightgown, forever and always
Snowflakes
seasons, all four
pretty little gardens
holiday cheer
landscapes beautiful
be it mountains or the sea
painters painting
selfish to the souless core
yet tell me is so pretty
dawn, dusk and sunsets
clichés smashed with superficial
wrap you hate any way you wish
a real mother cares for all children
angels looking down
see the hypocrites
self-centered in floppy nightgowns
if I had a knife
and was them
I would fear myself
however I fear nothing
I whisper softly
the embrace of death
near
Its your own cold heart
you should fear
Gone in the toilet
all hatred flushed
1950s kindergarten
cute, dark-haired girl
in jumper dress
bright red tights
walking towards me
smiling...
I run away
with sweaty hands
I don't understand this trend
I don't like where we're going
In.
Somebody who don't like me and
Never did
Wanna see me baffled when she
has her first kid
To be the there common ground
To be in luxury when I am unwhined
Don't wanna be the bruint of your
Jokes
At least with her I have hope
Babe ain't no dispute when I am with you
Adagio Bassia see-ah
There ain't no dispute
Tell that puke-fool of yours to leave me alone
Like the Dells said when all the Goodies Gone
Is it shame on me
Want you in my corner
That's how a true love should be
Nah but you got them phrases
Like I am a ho
It like this
I that and simple
Get it right to app the oah
Let your ex be your coach
Let say it's so like it's ah movie
Got your grooving stufguess you tryna groove me
To marry me takes
Ah thyme o fair
Couple shall we
Groove me if you dare
I want your baby
Cum inside me
Don't that sound real crazy
Spent my thyme wiff you
Tell me what's next
Tell me what we going do
fall and excitement is in the air
looking forward to my first day at kindergarten
i'll ride my bunny off to school where
mommy told me i'll make loads of new friends
AP: 2nd place 2025
Charlie Doots was a curly-haired boy
He always played with his favorite toy
All the boys and girls would always laugh
Because Charlie always played with his blue giraffe
One day he brought his blue giraffe to school
And his teacher said- Charlie, we have a rule
There are no toys allowed in our class
Especially Charlie Doots, a blue giraffe
Charlie said- "But teacher, my giraffe can dance"
The Children laughed so hard they almost peed their pants
Because they saw the blue giraffe waltzing across the floor
And so, the children didn't laugh at Charlie Doots no more!
Nazi time
Uniformed men with ice blue eyes, marched
Up and down the street, bomb fell, earth shock
And I was two years old
An officer with steel rimmed glasses and a cruel
Smile, said: this child is blond and has blue eyes
I clicked my heel, sucked my thumb
Mother, took to singing sentimental lieders
They gave her an iron cross, while dreamed
The kindergarten’s infant Fuhrer
To my regret, peace broke out and life was
Lull again, till I was circumcised and went
To live in Haifa, where I could pee over a new
Wall, which made me a natural leader of men.
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