Find your galoshes and brolly.
Rain doesn't ever have to be drab.
Stand out in flamboyant colours !
AP: Honorable Mention
My eyes are forgetting day by day, the power in a single gaze
My mouth is so sick from the same taste of my lips just going to waste.
My neck feels so stiff, firmly un-gripped
goosebumps are thinking about jumping ship.
My torso is feeling so very old with nothing to show up for, no reason to pose.
Then are my hands, more fed up than me
touching the same skin, well who wouldn’t be..?
Getting to the legs, they’re seconds from dead
forever just dosing, especially in bed.
I'd felt to die
But not long before
It felt a while ago
Was laying on the floor
The breathing to halt
And my sight to go black
Life and warmth among things I lack
Laying cold on the floor as my sight turn to black
Cold through my corpse
A soul I lack.
He has a forked tongue
He shoots words like a gun
I only wished to cuddle and spoon
Found Prince Charming really a goon
Vive la différence!
Poets will sonnet and sonnets will sing
As we trudge through winter while yearning for spring
Long ago at a party where Coasters did say
"I could never live in a place so common and gray"
But they didn't, so "couldn't" is something they say
Because their imagination's what's gray
Their vision is dimmed by mountainous boundaries
Belittling the work of the farms and the foundries
Where the salt of the earth in industrious nature
Fashions the birth and the wealth of the nature
Not recognizing all has a place in creation
And difference made wealthy and healthy the nation
If ev'ryone lived in the same clime, time, and place
Boring and snoring would claim ev'ry face
And poets would sleep through the sonnets unsung
And yawns would be what would fill up ev'ry lung
A troll inspired my latest contest
It’s the silver lining from black cloud
Use your skills poets do your best
And no use of AI is allowed
Write about what peace is to you
Explore the meaning and inspire
It can be fiction or from truth
Can be chilling or hot as fire
The contest will have many winners
No worries about picky grammar
For in that area I’m a sinner
So I don’t beat the grammar hammer
Hope you find peace today
Whether you write or just read
For I believe we all must pray
And unite to promote peace
How does blindness come to be selected
As if the choice was a benefit
How does blindness become selective
As if we know what's best for us... or anyone
How can the knowing become unknown
As if creation is ours alone
How can the unknown become acceptable to the blind
When blindness was the choice
The chessboard stretches, black and white,
Too many pawns crowd every fight.
Resources dwindle, tempers flare,
Too many hands grasp thinning air.
The planners meet in silent halls,
Their charts and graphs like ancient walls.
They speak in terms both cold and clean—
"Efficient means," not "cruel" or "mean."
A gentle nudge, a softened blow,
Less birth, less war, more death below.
No famines loud, no bombs to shake—
Just medicine we do not make.
Subtle are the tools of fate,
Disguised in law, in boardroom weight.
The world, they say, must be more small—
But never start with us at all.
lack of confidence
presents herself as haughty
stuck up and aloof
he’s got a face like a rotted pear,
eyes yellow as the bottom of a cheap pint glass.
his hands move like old leather belts—
cracked, heavy, well-worn.
he counts the minutes like coins
dropped in a greasy pocket—
clinks them together—
a smile as sour as sweat on a Monday morning.
he watches me,
one boot on the scaffold’s edge,
smoke curling from his lips
like something alive,
like the ghost of all the men before me—
he’s seen it all:
the tremble, the prayer,
the final piss soaking the gallows floor.
he knows I was born for this,
born to hang,
and he’s got nothing else better to do.
Some people think they can do wrong,
offer no apology, then just share time
Does pretending it never happened erase it?
For the other, it remains a weight, it hurts
Issues, always reaching in empty air for closure
How does one forgive with no acknowledgement?
It's really not difficult to tell the truth
But, it's hard for the person who will never forget
Heidi Sands
5/5/25
(C)opyright
Like Napoleon, I was born.
He led the French army,
I made sure the sheep got shorn.
And while I was covered deeply in sheep's doo,
he met his Waterloo.
And when on Saint Helena he died,
none of my sheep cried.
Food is provided
To an industrious hand
That land always blessed.
He is calm, a gentle sound,
In his future we're like staying in cemetery
Softly whispers to the heart,
From the noise, it sets diversely
Peace is Encounter in quiet sounding bed
In the smiles on gorgeous faces.
It’s a walk in nature’s path
Where the worries fade away.
Hold to peace, it’s pure and real
Brings a sense of calmness to you.
In its arms, find sweet release,
Life is better with some peace.
the lack of empathy
Old people are made to feel
it is their duty to die and give
room for a new generation
of fewer and fewer births
The right to abortion is, by law
every woman's right
Henceforward survivors will
have shining bikes, playground
is of a past not revisited
A world inhabited by monsters
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