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
Write my story, in rhymes and prayers
Light of joy, in the skies, quiet tears
Praise in colors of laughter, sincere hope
Ways of a spirit who knows how to cope
Tell the world about this love that grows
Smell the roses, where faith surely knows
Rains of the autumn rest on those who see
Pains are erased by love when I fall to my knee
.
tuh snap hern switch
that hip
camber'd
for mine excite
right (me meant
i
write ')
If water on the knee
Is afflicting thee
There's just one thing to do
Take off your shoe
Before you're dead
And give yourself a tap on the head.
He said he'd give me the moon
One romantic afternoon
So I waited eagerly
For the moon to come to me
He gave the moon on bent knee
As it was made of paper
He received a heart breaker.
As a kid, if I fell down
and grazed my knee,
my Mum, she would attempt
to comfort me,
with a sticky plaster and, 'There, there,'
to which I'd reply,
'Where, where? Here?'
'No, there,' she'd sigh,
'But where's there?'
inquisitive as always, I would ask,
as a sensitive, yet difficult, child,
I was quite the task,
with cuts, bruises and sprains,
more than a handful, no less,
otherwise, born to run wild,
a piece of work in progress.
Me in three was a dream,
when I started out young and free.
He went down on one knee,
a box with a ring oh no with a key.
The key to his heart was his plea,
would I stay or flee?
We had some hot tea,
watching out over the blue sea.
We would wed under the pretty big pink tree,
now with baby we are three.
The knee-higher
feelings that are displayed are not feelings but atoms; the subatomic part being that its heart, this knee-higher, is located in the mind or the dexterous venders and ventures of reading and writing personal stories of literature. The knee-higher is only an apparition, a thought placed into the minds of Man, of what its seemingly harmless, innocent veering thought of making a peanut butter sandwich can leading to global hunger or a Holocaust.
oh, vay, it be man that hold THIS fires, this knee-higher, of silken flesh and bone, being only a phantom of the Dream, and a warrior of Ruin to behold...!
My left knee bends but will not bear my weight.
It clicks like disapproval down the stairs,
a hinge that’s learned to question and to wait.
At seventeen, I ran until too late—
now cartilage remembers every dare.
My left knee bends but will not bear my weight.
The doctor called it mild, then moderate,
prescribed his pills and physical repair,
a hinge that’s learned to question and to wait.
I miss the thoughtless body, its clean slate,
the kneeling, leaping, dancing unaware.
My left knee bends but will not bear my weight.
Some mornings it predicts the weather’s state,
a creaking oracle that I can’t spare—
a hinge that’s learned to question and to wait.
I’ll walk again, they say, but hesitate
means something now, and trust is what wears bare.
My left knee bends but will not bear my weight,
a hinge that’s learned to question and to wait.
Written: October 8, 2025, for contest Sponsored by: Andrea Dietrich
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My knee used to groan in despair,
It squeaked like a mouse in the air.
Now it's titanium,
Feels like uranium—
I moonwalk with orthopedic flair!
The land of the brave and home of the free,
Suffers at the hands of small-minded men;
Stand against the tyrant, never take a knee.
Have faith in your fellow man, stand with me,
Defend our Rights against federal sin;
The land of the brave and home of the free.
We’ll not last without the Liberty Tree,
Time grows short, and opportunity thin;
Stand against the tyrant, never take a knee.
Proclaim anew with bold voice our unity,
And push back against the threat from within;
The land of the brave and home of the free.
So, join hands from sea to shining sea,
Be faithful and strong until we shall win;
Stand against the tyrant, never take a knee.
The Constitution says how it must be,
Take heed and now let freedom ring again;
The land of the brave and home of the free,
Stand against the tyrant, never take a knee.
A cloud from the sky
plopped down on my knee
Said, ‘Do you realize
all my rain is for free’
Not only that
for the cloud was not done
asking, ‘Are you aware
I shield folks from the sun’
Taken aback, I kept my mouth shut ~
relaxing under a shady chestnut
The hospital machine beeps,
My knees weak, the walls are bleak.
I'm bitting my cheek whilst the ward doors creak
I can hear the children shriek, they look weak through a sneak peak.
Explanations are oblique,
These children will be me in a week.
There's critique of technique for hell week;
which is not for the weak.
Streaks of blood, dizzy from drugs
Staring at the paintings of ladybugs
Trying to sleep with ear plugs
I want to smash a mug, the frustration builds inside, stuck in bed
Feeling like led, can't even eat bread, knee held together with thread, throbbing red, Feeling half dead.
I suddenly woke up in bed with dread for next week when I become,
the children who shriek.
"Yellow is a bright and fun color to enjoy." By Poet
Yellow is my husband's favorite color,
my fun surprise was going to cost more than a dollar.
We were dating and he was coming to see me,
I was dressing in all yellow looking like a big bee.
When he got off the airplane,
he said - you look breathless not like a plain Jane.
I knew I was not going to flee,
as he got down on one knee.
Sword of
the noble
With fury
unsheathed
Trumping
dishonor
And knaves
unreprieved
Knighted in
armor
Endowed
from on high
Legend
heraldic
With duty
— reprised
(The New Room: September, 2024)
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