A boy all alone, with Binky in tow
In search of that place where the wild things grow
No compass in hand to say where to go
An innocent child would already know
He traveled by day and traveled by night
By the sun's red glow and the full moon's light
Bravely forged ahead with untrammeled sight
The sheer audacity of this lads plight
Over hill and dale, what progress he made
Determined he trudged over field and glade
Near the end of hope, the boy kneeled and prayed
Resting only now under forest shade
I want to stay here, teach me what you know
Please Lord, I have no other place to go
Now this child of four, Binky still in tow
Will live in the woods where the wild things grow
Killick Poetry Contest
Craig Cornish
The weight of his dog on his mind
There were no makeups, makeovers
… there was a makeshift as death was calling
One sacrifice that could save his family
Out of reach, out of breath, out of gas
The boat rocked with the crashing waves
With the regular anchor broken
He said his Hail Marys and passed
The rocky shoreline begged for prayer
It was low tide in the most figurative way
As the white crest of waves fought the jagged rocks
Father, mother, and three kids kneeled at the altar
As the family pet that stood vigilant earlier
... now gone along with a lifetime of tears
About 100 yards from doom, the dog came to rest
Seagulls flying above are disappointed
Spring sunshine as winter has now past
That tempestuous wild weather did not last
Pollen-covered daffodils do permeate the air with their fresh scent
What will the pious sacrifice for lent
The easter hunt did unanimously excite
A fine lamb roast with heartfelt the family they did invite
Rabbits were seen but scattered when approached in the field
Churchgoers took communion and for the priest they piously kneeled
A time of sorrow but laconic love engulfed in the lord’s presence
A celebratory time for their children, in their element and entitled essence
2025.03.06
Dear God,
I humbly kneeled in front of you.
Please blessed and protected me.
I have lived many years,
Why did I develope this feelings?
To someone who had heart of coals.
I wished I could resolve and remove,
All the emotional pain,
And stick to my single life's plan.
Tomorrow will be another day again,
From sun rises to sun sets.
All I want is to remember how to forget,
That would be the best solution.
Time will pass and heal all wounds.
But how soon, indeed how soon.
There was a saying in one of my language,
To an old husband, young wife was liked heaven.
To an old wife, young husband meant payments.
Amen.
Troi cao co thau,
Cuoi xin nguoi ban phuoc cho doi con.
Qua bao tuoi doi.
Moi gap duoc nguoi minh men yeu.
Thuong nho yeu chieu.
Nho nhung doan truong xot da,
Uoc gi co the to ra,
Dem long nho thuong nguoi dan nuoc la,
Roi thoi gian cung se troi qua
Moi tinh lan dan suot cuot doi ta.
Trot yeu nguoi khong yeu minh
Chi la gay dan cuoc tinh gian do.
Yeu chi cho kho doi ta.
Co le minh pham kiep dao hoa.
Co ngay no se troi qua
De duoc song mot minh thoi tha.
Chong gia vo tre la tien
Chong tre vo gia la tien bo ra
Beneath the banner "FREE TO CHOOSE,"
algorithms hum what thoughts to lose—
a labyrinth of tailored streets
where every turn pretends it’s mete.
The app says "yes" but limits "no",
while search bars choke what seeds might grow.
Drop-down menus mock the "free"—
liberty’s a loading spree.
We swipe left through infinite feeds,
terrified to close the apps we’ve kneeled.
The tightest chains are coded thoughts:
ghostwriters scripting what we’re not.
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Animals Poetry Contest
Constance La France
Snowball painted my life with all hearts
He would fill our canvas with his love
For twelve years we played our parts
Like two little angels from above
That were married like a ball to a glove
How a little Maltese captivated me
He was so faithful, sincere, and true
He would jump onto my lap and knee
And scamper to my sock and shoe
Nose sniffing my body through and through
He loved to play outside in the yard
We played, danced, and skipped to his treats
Yet his eyes would always be on guard
Barking at the passersby off the streets
And lapping at the sparrow's tweets
Twelve years we lived like husband and wife
The paintbrush of life rolling with the days
It was the happiest time of my life
Until the sun kneeled down in a blaze
I yelled, saw redness, and cried as he lays
before God when our presence kneeled
what was concealed was then revealed
simply put, being living light
drenched in love borne by bliss delight
a boon for only those who choose
to make love and light, their heart’s muse
It was a Christmas outdoor Pageant
It was the performance of the Nativity scene
There was a Camel who was mean
The Camel didn’t want to cooperate nor associate
He went berserk and went wanted to attack all the onlookers
Suddenly without delay, the Camel observed the Doll baby Jesus
In the manger
An immediate pause took effect
To everyone’s surprise, the Camel kneeled to the manger
The Camel wouldn’t move and it was as if the baby Jesus informed the Camel to be still and calm
After a while, the Camel responded it was ready and it was like nothing ever happened
The Christmas pageant continued without any further problems
I and everyone witnessed this not being part of the show
It goes to show, miracles do happen
A camel can become humble
Warm heart can take effect
Holiday treat
Holiday breezes in the air
A true story beyond compare.
Wisdom revealed yet is concealed,
since we have not before God kneeled
and since dark desires yet hold sway,
we fail to make love our mainstay,
treating life as a battlefield.
( a poem inspired by Lozen, a female Apache warrior)
Her blood boils just like a mans
Her thirst for honor , the way she stands
She refused to bow
She refused to cower
Her bloodlust was justified
As the shield of her valor
Against the greatest odds
She knew no fear
She supported and fought along side her brother, chief
For so many years
A brilliant strategist
She outsmarted U.S. military might
She left a blood trail behind her
And her people's freedom in her sights
Never humbled, never kneeled
Never really defeated, never to yield
I am inspired by her strenth and for freedoms' right
That no man was her equal in battle and in life.
I heard my name
I heard my name in my mother's prayer each day as she kneeled and prayed.
I heard my name in Mother's Prayer. such a beautiful prayer she said.
My mother's prayer is dear to me; it surely keeps me in check.
My mother's prayer will continue to guide my weary steps.
Dear mother, dear mother, your prayers are rooted in my breast.
Dear mother, dear mother I think your prayers are the best.
Dear mother, dear mother, your prayer I cannot forget.
I heard my name in my mother's prayer, and my heart was truly blessed.
I heard my name in my mother's prayer up to her last breath.
Dear mother, dear mother, you are surely the best.
I love to hear my mother's prayer because in it I heard my name.
In these sacred halls where prayers weave through the air,
As we kneeled before him, our sins confessed,
Seeking mercy and grace, for the burdens we bear,
The faithful souls kneel devoutly with their hearts pressed.
As the candles glow, the penitent confesses,
Their sins laid bare, weighed by the savior's care,
As the divine sanctuary aligns,
The halls where prayers intertwine.
As these devoted Christians sang,
The praise of hymns blend,
Their voices, a sacred offering,
For him, our eternal friend.
As the faithful prayers take flight,
Towards the heavenly night
Nocturnals rose from slumbered sleep
Younger mortals began to weep
The shards of day flew with a sweep
As grey shrouds of eventide seep
Stars gifted their light, surplus gleam
A glitz showcase for loves young dream
As day unravelled her twined ream
Night's needle poised to thread each seam
Seamless transition left no trace
Of intricate woven morn grace
The horizon kneeled to embrace
Sunset's rise in another place
Before the day turned into night
A brief warm union kissed in plight
Eerie Midnight …walking through empty field,
found three strange witches asking me to yield,
abominable they looked,
brewing, following their book!
had no choice but to those creatures I kneeled.
Were there a lizard's leg, toe of a frog
Fillet of a snake, tongue of a dog!
Frightful castle on the hill,
Who lived there …shivered with chill.
Not expecting a polite dialogue!
I screamed, creepy witches signalled to me,
I stumbled in fright, they wouldn't let me free.
A spooky Halloween night,
Witches vanished with dawn light!
Terrifying things didn't want to see.
My time to heal
my time to grow
I am abundant
this I know
I am a mighty force
I have cried
Yet I have laughed
I have spoken
But I have listened
I have harvested hope
planted seeds sparingly
I have moved mountains
while singing hymns
I have dance as, I have kneeled
I have crawled, I have fallen
I have triumph
Written by Yolanda Nicholsen
9-9-2023
2:16 am
I have led, I have followed
I have whispered, I have screamed,
I have awakened, I am me, this is my time
My time seek, my time to find Me
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