You can win in this lifetime;
don’t let doubt speak louder.
Every scar you carry
is proof that you made it through the fire.
Fall down seven times,
stand up with a new kind of power.
The lowest times taught you
how to climb even higher.
Your name wasn’t written
to be a footnote or a lie.
Keep going, keep growing,
and let your art set you on fire.
You can win in this lifetime
– start by believing, then go higher.
Takes one to know one, and takes two
For tangos and teas all day through
And maybe some wine to define
Who of us is more out of mind
Takes a night to know light of the day
Takes a breath to be taken away
Takes you for a time we have spent
Takes letters that hasn’t been sent
Takes love to fly thousands of miles
Takes lifetime to step on your tiles
Takes clouds for pouring rains
Takes wind to blow over our names..
Show me that another lifetime
Little prospect in the book
Sure it can work out fine
But I need a closer look
For it’s obvious to many
That the prophesized disaster
Keeps returning like bad penny
Winds of change are blowing faster
Than they blew in all those years
When we were a bit too young
To make sense of pastime fears
Well described in every tongue
That another lifetime prospect
Looks a bit abstract to me
Need to reconcile the subject
With my personality
For without this recognition
It’s a play on words, my friend
Where “another” means petition
And a “lifetime” means the end.
Every laugh, every hug, and every "everything,"
The joy, the tears, and the promises
They're all pieces of my heart,
And all of that belongs to you now.
In my words, in my thoughts, in my heart,
You're the love, you're the love, you're the love of my life.
You are part of who I am,
And I'm a part of who you are.
Not just because you're beautiful and breathtaking,
But because you made me fall
You let me drown in your heart,
And somehow taught me how to breathe there too.
And even if I had another lifetime,
I'd find you, hold your hand again,
And fall in love with you all over within.
If your days lack warmth, and your nights grow cold.
If you lose all hope, from your fate untold.
May my life be short! Like a firefly's light.
My spirit reborn, with all of love’s might.
Inspired by: If your world had no warm sun - Neo Hou
M emories of you last forever
Y ou were very close to me
G ran you have journeyed with me through life
R obins come sing in my garden, like your still singing to me
A nd how I still smell the aroma of your coffee buns cooking
N ever a cross word we ever had
D evoted to one another through the journey of life
M y strong tower you always were
O h yes, I came threw so many hurts, your love soothed my soul
T he love you showered on me lasts a lifetime
H eavenly shores I'll meet you there one day
E very memory of you I could write a volume of books
R emembering your godly example you left for me
Written by Scottydotti 25/ 4/2026
In loving memory
In this lifetime we only
have so much time to find
the right one
life is too precious
not to find your soulmate
quenching hearts thirst
Time spent alone with Grandpa.
Most cherished memories to last a lifetime.
His wisdom served me well.
Wordku: 5-7-5 words
AP: Honorable Mention 2026
After a lifetime of others
telling me not just what to do
but in the same breath without rest
exactly how where and when too
plus prior to crossing the finish line
while swimming upstream or going out on a limb
having the rug pulled out from under me
when skating where the ice is thin
what with those such disappointments
much to my disillusion and dismay
disheartened yet not depressed
but betrayed all along the way
don't know how long I can go on
or is it insanely irrational
for now overcome by total inertia
hopefully tho' it's not terminal
as averse to being bossed double-crossed
yet contrary to popular rumour
all that keeps me safely on kilter
is my in-built sense of humour
Long life
the quest goes on
never known, never found
yet the search is perennial
lifelong.
naive
or gullible
always craving, yearning
the unattainable, for what’s
not his
is this
the only life
or another life waits
hell, heaven or resurrection
god knows
the end
if predestined
why do we stress and strain
why not be merry and content
and die
Relish
your given time
celebrate, acknowledge
salute and commemorate with
Gusto!
~Contest: Traditional Cinquain
~Sponsor: Sotto Poet
~Theme: 4) Complication of Life.
My admirable Anuoluwapo
I shut my eyes to feel the dawn,
Where dark forest ends and night is done,
And along those lines, a consistent perspective:
Waking up to see the sunrise, Anu at your side.
No longer longing from afar,
But with my shining, morning star.
I see our home, a quiet space
Touched by a soft and soothing grace
Only your sweet smile can bring
It makes my winter feel like spring.
As the coffee drips soft and slow,
Watching your quiet beauty grow.
I dream of the trips we shall make,
Of promises we’ll finally make,
To be on the same journey, step by step,
There’s nothing now to hide for me.
To have you laugh, to share your hand,
To build our life on the sand.
Anu my love, fate that is written,
I’ll live in hope, and wait not long,
In every day until then,
You're my wife in every sense of the word.
Till stars loose heaven, and god again unmake:
You hold the key to my heart.
Copywright@Bamgboye Stephen 2026
I used to fear how brief love is
how clocks betray the trembling heart,
how everything beautiful learns to leave.
But you arrived like a season that refused to end
not summer, not spring,
something gentler than warmth,
something older than time.
I would rather sit beside you
as the world forgets our names,
than inherit a thousand tomorrows
that never learned how to touch me.
Because ages are only useful to the lonely,
and I have you
enough eternity for any soul.
Your Entry –C.
A friendly heart full of love
That no one can push or shove
Out of anybodys way
It is always here to stay
Showing all my care for you
That will last a lifetime through
Between ticks of eternal clock, I hushed a lifetime of perception.
3rd in 1427 Monoku Line Contest by Brian Strand
A rush of wind came through my hair one minute I'm in bed the next I'm in thin air.
Laying supine with eyes scattered here and there the stars are scattered everywhere.
I hear a voice in tetronic style that migrates from my ears to my wandering mind
"What is your binary code?" it asks, it is needless to say my memory has gone blind
Earlier that day I had done an MRI, soon they sent me home to wait for the results
Since I was scared it may have been just imagination but here is the kick and catapult
It spoke to my heart with alien power and I heard it with extra-sensory perception
They told the MRI machine was a result of their input knowledge and intervention.
True Story...
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