‘The world is upside down’
‘It’s topsy-turvy’
‘Things will never be the same again’
Lines heard everywhere we turn
Is it really so?
Are their proponents in the know?
Or do they loutish parrot
what on screens we stare at?
Block out the vitriolic noise
Knead the contours of your heart
Soothe and smooth your mind, from the mundane depart
Alive once again ~ for life is art
We lived many times, like days and nights, the time continued on.
We lived in many places, we bloomed like the flowers and trees, we grew and achieved.
We drank from springs, we laughed, we cried, we sang, we moved like the light bright, then dark, marking our marks.
We lived in love, we lived in him, we lived with all he created and we learned from our sins.
We let the storms carry away the ugly, the damaged, the deceivers, and all the ones that caused us damage.
We lived many times, we journeyed through time looking at all the stars, smiling at the moon with its shine.
We walked up higher in the clouds and tried to get a look at heavens high.
We dreamed each seasons, and worked toward marking this journey better each time.
Lifting prayers to God, today and always.
Never mind my suffering
Oh, my love
Never more
I visited your city, your life
But never mind
Look, just watch, your creature
Broken life, destroyed heart
But never mind
From now a killer kind
Oh, my only love!
But never mind
Do not worry about my life!
Never fear this bad style
Do not feel, do not eat!
I just loved
You
Forget it, keep it in mind
Oh
Never mind
Never mind!
Love you
Never mind
Goodbye
But
Never mind
What matters I’m 5
Kindergarten freedom vives
No longer hangin wit mom
With my own peers now
What matters when 15
I’ll be video gaming
Skateboarding, bike riding
Doin some 10th grade studying
What matters when I’m 30
Getting out of debt
Saving for retirement WORRY
Dropping toxic dynamics
What matters when 50
Keeping maintaining good health
Stilled financial security
Medical preventive screenings wealth
Matters what at 70
Independence and mobility
Ableness to walk, talk, see
Pain free living active be
Five Perspectives Poetry Contest
Rhyme poetry form only.
Sponsored by: Margarita Lillico
9/16/26
. 2026©
Easy Street
What would you rather Easy Street, or Blessing Boulevard,
Before you answer be vey careful, for choosing the right one may be hard.
One is a way, wide, broad, and shady, the other straight and narrow by far.
Down the one least popular, one will scarcely make it, the righteous, is who they are.
Rapid and rushing, merrily, merrily we go, like countless little fishies going one way,
Everybody’s doing it, just follow the leader, the Easy Street travelers will say.
The other way requires, that those who will travel, will by faith, and their faith to renew.
Like with “The Eye of a Needle,” a rich man and his camel, must kneel and burrow through.
The way of the Christ, is through the gate called Straight, and few there be that find it,
The way of the world is down Easy Street, a death contract to those who will sign it.
You shall receive, a crown of glory, eternal life, the Blessing Boulevard way.
The pleasure and sins, of the Easy Street life, have the wages of sin to pay.
Secrets remain hidden,
A story stays untold.
Walls grow taller,
And the padlock keeps it closed.
Keys are given
To all who reside within
And to the few who earn my trust.
Because what lies inside
Was meant to be hid.
The outside,
A perfect dreamhouse,
White-picket fence and all.
How ironic,
The same colour of drywall
In which I watched a crater form.
Few visitors ever see
What goes on
Behind closed doors.
Once I give them a spare key,
Nothing is hidden anymore.
The doorknob beckons for your hand
Before it’s too late.
Now you see inside the house,
And I know
What happens next.
Now you know my secrets,
My deepest, darkest fears,
And that shatters your lens,
Because I am now real.
But the windows are now smashed,
The story’s been told,
Walls are still crumbling,
And a new padlock now holds.
I wrote when I was a young girl
and each entry ended with
“It was a good day”
because it was
and tomorrow was a present
wrapped in ribbon
I dreamt again
that I was swamped by customers
ordering drinks I cannot make
and food I cannot translate
while trying to keep everyone happy
while sneaking away to read
the diary of eight-year-old me
to puzzle together why she became
the lost waitress
My diaries had dainty locks
and charming keys
for little hands
They are in a box
with yearbooks
in an attic
full of cheap nostalgia
I wrote my sentences
in pencil
I cannot feed and care
for all the caged animals
(there are too many per cage)
The floor never promised
to hold me
I once collected pencils too
and grouped them based on
popularity
I didn’t have friends,
I had unsharpened pencils
and erasers that came
from vending machines
I learned to fill the quiet
and danced in negligee
to David Bowie’s ‘China Girl’
When his voice broke,
I felt his falling
and stretched my fingertips
high to a popcorn ceiling
“It’s in the way of my eyes!”
There’s a kind of power in my failure.
Like a bell that always rings inside me.
Not too loud, but at the same time,
its echo feels like a song teaching me
that failure is but a phase.
It makes the world unpredictable.
It rings when I fall,
as if it's a sign I will rise.
It rings when I cry.
Yet when I hold a pen and paper
and write my pain out,
it barely makes a sound ,
like a bell too shy to ring.
So, I let it ring in its own time,
like it always gives me a chance to be me.
Yet on those days it rang,
it showed me that I was here,
and made me turn failure into a song,
a melody that lingers, uninvited yet welcomed.
I'm laying here tonight
In the bed we used to share
Looking at your side hurts
Without you it's so bare
I pull your pillow close to me
But you scent is gone too
As tears roll down my face
My heart breaks again missing you
It hurts a little extra knowing
You leaving is because of me
This burden I'll carry forever
I deserve all this misery
I don't deserve happiness
That fact should be known
I deserve this life of regret
That I'll forever spend alone
Make me feel good
Make me a God
God in me
God is You
You are darkness
You are light
Light up the world
Light shines on rain
Rain creates floods
Rain creates
Creates food
Creates hope
Hope for water
Hope for mercy
Mercy on enemies
Mercy on our soul
Soul on ice
Soul poisoned
Poisoned blood
Poisoned mind
Mind controlled
Mind on freedom
Freedom doesn’t exist
Freedom is a daily struggle
Struggle for equality
Struggle for peace
Peace is colorful
Peace is wonderful
Wonderful gifts
Wonderful world
World of passion
World of crime
Crime of passion
Crime is wrong
Wrong directions
Wrong plan
Plan for safety
Plan for the future
Future blessings
Future prayers
Prayers for culture
Prayers for our children
Children in paradise
Children of the innocent
Innocent planet
Innocent life
Life needs purpose
Life needs support
Support
Purpose
IN AND OF CELESTIAL CANVASSING
(Apropos Of A Five Haiku Free Flow)
Sad sky shedding tears;
The steaming sun consoles her:
Curving a rainbow:-
We are as the sky,
When shedding sad tears to God:
Rainbow healings sent:-
The inspiring sky,
Reflects so much of God’s grace,
And rainbowing love:-
So parabolic,
Our canvassing sky can be,
In its reflections:-
Day or night, our sky
Is so allegorical,
In canvassing life:-
And maybe,
After we perish,
We will finally collide
Not bound by destiny,
But rather by the specks of dirt we're buried beneath.
They say,
Togetherness is contagious,
But Infirmity never claimed me
For our flesh had remained strangers to one another.
We never shaped the lives we dreamt of.
We forgot to be while becoming.
Yet,
In the core of the earth,
somehow, we find each other,
Tangled in the asthenosphere.
it's the only thing we share;
Death, dirt, and desire.
We were never each other's in life,
Yet the earth made us one in death.
Humility is so very hard to find
man is themselves have this great lack
for most of us think we're so great
the very opposite of a humble knack
Looking far and near to find one
many think they are humility-full
but the one who does proves they're not
for they smack of the opposite, so uncool
Learn from those who are meek of heart
thinking they are the least of all
not putting themselves out to the front
instead content being last no matter who calls
They are also those who speak seldom
using only words to encourage and lift up
not seeking to be critically rude
only happy to say little about your cup
Well, how does one sum this up?
be humble, keep yourself idol-free
think not great of your very self
walk the humble road with integrity
"As the leaf of life sleeps upon my lips,"
I will see the "foliage of farewell."
"When the soul-stars dream and die,"
I see red leaves covering the fall trees.
"O fall, let this lore of love be the last,"
for I now see "I am the Eyes of Time."
The green leaves must change colors for the fall,
but "neither dusk nor dawn can delude me."
A woman kneads dough for cakes.
She is sad and weary of life...
Into every piece, she mixes both a little anger
and joy – for herself, for the children, for her man.
She holds nothing back from life.
When the cakes are baked,
the anger fades away
and only the aroma of joy remains...
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