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STARMAN
I return, but it may be the last time here
My voice ignored, my advice not taken
This last opportunity for all of humanity
Mark my words they do not lack clarity
My visits are not to seek any popularity
To my warning, surely you must awaken
When another comes, you will know fear
Some consider me an angel, but I’m not
A time traveller, just follow my directive
As a concerned messenger from the stars
Appearing to you as one of many avatars
From other distant galaxies, not just Mars
I retain more than one global perspective
Space is very cold but a supervova is hot
Please believe me when your future I tell
You’ve one last opportunity for reversal
The human race may have run its course
Many fake leaders you must not endorse
Ignore my warnings, you’ll feel the force
The life this world gives is not a rehearsal
As all of you by now, have heard of Hell
I hope to keep my perspectives flexible ~
accept all new thoughts as truth eligible.
I wish no resentment to within me stand;
may no anger ever reach my hand,
but alter in love's filter to heart land.
Any jealousy, I ask be fleeting at best
for I know ego renders my blessings as less,
plus, true gratitude for others passes love's test.
I seek aid recognizing the growth desires
that are my human goals as spirit aspired.
Dear Father, I pray your wisdom's light
brightens my karmic fuse to fully ignite.
When we are wee, we soak in life like a sponge.
May my own sponge soak until my earth time is done.
Obviously we see others
from the outside looking in –
therefore, what one sees is not
all that is present – the good, bad
and ugly hiding and surfacing
using text not always privy the reader –
the writer and reader coming from
different planes of reference. One
wanting to be informed or entertained…
while the other, wanting, clearly,
to exorcise both his living and
dead. We expel far more than
we protect – keeping the true value
where the spirit dwells
and the soul expresses free of
shallow judgment.
Those who live on
in name are not the inventors of
chariots – with their loud, squeaking
wheels...but those brave enough
to follow the beat of a human heart
back to its loving source….
* more is revealed standing upon the threshold ~ than trying to cross it* by poet
There are no answers except the obvious one
plain language, and earth goes round the sun
There are no problems, only that they occur:
random chance, denial, then existential blur
Search the abstract,
conspire in a dream
scoop one’s mind out,
(open up) and scream
There are some leftovers, evidence of a past
showing one basic truth, life’s not meant to last
What a mindless fate, and price to pay;
still, nature isn’t cruel, has no conscience per se
Beyond the cusp lies
a juggernaut of bricks;
Whatever put it there
stuck fast in the mix
And all the time wasted contemplating what if,
trying to see beyond oblivion’s cliff,
an afterlife is promised, or so some say;
They drip feed gore, while turning good blood away?
Fly up to heaven,
where in the hell?
It’s all purgatory,
down here as well
Gods have been made through mass production;
an AI one’s coding, under self-construction,
conceived by data, not natural evolution;
these cells in our hand, a personal contribution?
It’s nobody’s fault,
there is no blame;
we may have choice,
although none to claim
So disappointing, understandably so,
to find logic itself sets limits it can go
Yet here I stand on the threshold of knowing,
aware at last, there’s nowhere left for going
Content in myself
only when I am,
It’s all very real,
but also a sham.
By David Kavanagh
Did you see the beautiful you?
Yes, you! the inside and out of you.
Focus on the you that you already know.
Stop comparing you to other(s).
They are not you, so why bother?
You are wonderfully and uniquely made.
There could be no one compared
to you; for everyone is different
and that fact is apparent.
Work on you, inside and out.
Instead of being down and out.
Quit complaining, it’s a waste of time.
Start changing; it’s a productive use of time.
Shut your lips and open your mind.
Your strengths and weaknesses, you’ll find.
Share your strengths out there.
Change your weaknesses in there.
Smile, it radiates positive energy.
Laugh, it sends out vibrancy.
Appreciate, it gives encouragement.
Love, it conveys warm attachment.
Now, do you see the new you?
The changing for the better you,
or, you can say, the feel good you.
Wow! it’s the new beautiful you.
A man knows nothing till he’s walked in another man’s shoes,
Through streets paved with struggles, past choices, win or lose.
In the heart of the city where dreams are both made and bruised,
He learns the songs of others, in tones he never used.
It’s a journey through stories, in steps worn and wise,
Where the echoes of others’ lives meet under shared skies.
He sees through eyes that have witnessed, beyond his own views,
The weight of silent battles, the depth of hidden hues.
With every mile, he understands, not just with his mind but his heart,
That every soul sings a different tune, right from the start.
In the rhythm of footsteps, in paths both old and new,
He finds the truth in the saying, as his perspective grew.
It’s not just about the walking, or the miles that he’s trod,
But the listening, the learning, from the ground, his feet have flawed.
For empathy is the melody, in this journey, he chooses to use,
To understand another’s life, to step into their shoes.
So let him walk, let him discover, let him see and let him feel,
The mosaic of human experience, complex, raw, and real.
For only in walking this path, in the dance of another’s blues,
He truly understands the depth of what he thought he knew.
And when he returns, with stories etched in every step of his shoes,
He’ll know the world a little better, with perspectives broad and hues.
For in the end, it’s about the journey, the stories, the paths we choose,
A man knows nothing, truly nothing, till he’s walked in another’s shoes.
The darkness behind their eyes
reveals a mind that's
still asleep
I'm not blind to the intentions
that slumber waiting
for their number
to be called to awaken
No I'm not mistaken but see what
was planned for me
in the darkest of rooms
It seems as though they've been
consumed by their hate
for me but
what have I done besides
be me unapologetically?
I do this enthusiastically with
or without approval
because it comes
so naturally
Why come for me if I didn't
send for you
then pretend as if
what I say isn't true?
I am the truth that your
lowly lies try to hide
but still I won't stoop
I'm used to animated animosity
even if the hypocracy
is cartoonish
in nature
You'd need a reality eraser
to correct the mistakes
you've made
in this matrix
Let's stick to the basics of
cleaning our own home
before throwing
rocks at another
How dare one speak truth
so uniquely his own
they say
& in such a way that inspires
both love and hate
inside of others
Some can't wait to see you fall
while others
wish to see you rise
If I were you I'd keep my eyez
on the prize
& off the plate
in other peoples
lives
Instead of despising me for
what I see & surmise
how about just
being you
minus the added
debris
Maybe one day they'll retire
after they put out their
dumpster fires
instead of burning bridges
meant to inspire
it is often said, love is blue
a poor anodyne for crushed hearts
pity them dearly that after years
they fail to understand
the mirror holds the cynosure
they truly adore
once miraculous, now commonplace
magic surrendered to logic
fails the child within
the alchemy enclosed is dead
an abandoned playground
even more tragic is the bewitchment
was really never there
the Janus exposed in time
the sad tale of the birth
and transition to decay
those highway markers
where tragedy found a conclusion
when dreams have failed to meld
the off-ramps become the easier pursuit
and as such we humans are
lose or draw begin once more
form new dreams and nurture
the decay within
the reality of the chimera desired
lives where horses are riderless
the beggars have all perished
in a self-induced famine
where the walking dead
polish their romance
OKC 5/22
Now calls for our best to prevail
since functional moments matter most
breathing out triumphant pursuits
letting our hearts throb with fulfillment chime.
Blest with this present opportunity
our gratitude drives endeavor's zeal
toward a prayed-for achievement
marked by love, devoid of selfishness.
Cognizant of life's fleeting nature
our faith looks beyond the temporal*
while enjoying daily victory
divinely endowed for sharing bliss.
Today showcases God's gift of grace* midst compassion, kindness, mercy, peace
glowing with hope we accept with thanks
ready for optimization's zest.
2Corinthians 4:15 For all things are for your sakes, that the abundant grace might through the thanksgiving of many redound to the glory of God.
February 13, 2026
3rd place, "2026-02-12 Write A Beautiful Carpe Diem Poem" Carpe Diem Poetry Writing Contest
Sponsored by Constance La France; judged on 3/14/2026
Looking in the mirror, seeing a,
Stranger staring back at me.
I see a different person,
Someone who has a different new,
Perspective on life feeling,
Hopeful for the future.
Proceeding to the square for,
The speech of my life to condemn,
The man who almost took my life.
He destroyed me inside and,
Demolished my heart in pieces.
He also took my brain leaving me,
With no memory of my life,
Before the shooting.
Yet now having dreams of a mystery,
Woman named, "Cam".
Amnesia can be cruel.
Walking thru the square I can see,
My memory as if in a dream,
All I see is "Cam".
As she runs towards me calling my name,
We embrace,
She slowly softly kisses me,
As I recall my memories,
I hear her say my name holding me.
I remember everything about our life.