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I didn’t even know what type of bird it was - when I had to shoot to kill.
I left the comfort of my bed
on an early Saturday Fall morning
to enter the unknown - a nearby forest
so that I could hunt with my father.
The canopy of trees further reduced the light from the overcast sky.
It was chilly, with a scent of damp moss present in the air
the ground wet from the morning mist.
I remember mostly silence
except for my breathing
and the sounds of my footsteps
and those of my father - crushing twigs, branches, dead leaves, plant life, and living insects
clearing the road
for my rite of passage
my childhood disappearing
with every footstep.
The bird
spotted by my father
a distance away
on a branch
of a colorful, majestic tree.
He handed me his gun
and gave me a quick refresher on how to hold, how to shoot, and what to expect.
The gun heavy
my arms starting to ache
my hands cold
and trembling.
And then I was told that I was ready
And so I aimed
pulled the trigger
and fired.
The bird remained motionless
and very much alive.
I fired once more.
Again
the bird, still there
unaffected
and at that moment I asked myself, if I would have to shoot again.
My father reloaded the rifle
and as I reluctantly took it from his hands, he looked into my eyes
and I wondered if he knew.
I fired again.
Again - I missed.
Then a fourth, and final time.
I returned the riffle to my father.
Nothing was said.
Nothing else was done.
I asked myself if one day I would be a hunter.
Before leaving the area
so that my father’s hunt could once again continue
I looked - for the last time - at the branch of the tree that once supported the bird.
It was gone - and I smiled.
Quote by: Tom Woody Poem by: Mystic Rose
Every sunset closes the door on a day of pain and sorrow. And each sunrise opens a window to a fresh, new start. What will you do with yours?
A sunrise yawns and suddenly I'm born again, to hope and joy
within the windows of my soul a shutter opens and I slide
glad that the sunset has blanketed my body with marrows of dark
From blush of night to pink of day, I dance upon God's open sky
enclosed inside a heaven where even Angels sigh
happy to be part of a Universe I sit enfolded tween' the stars
Surrounded by God's love it matters not the time of day or night
as I shift from dark to light with eyes wide open true
I know that Mother Earth will open wide her arms to me and you
A chasmal moment of grace appears on the horizon to break the morn
encircled by flowers, trees and rivers, I know that life is good
no matter how many hours night throws at me feet
no matter how much pain or sorrow I feel, I will never be defeated.
For a long time
I did not want anyone to see me
The real me
Hiding behind an exterior
That only you know that it is
Don’t know whether it was hurt
Or some other reasons
That I had put me - closed in - in a shell
But you know God
You led me out
In a timely manner in your time
You made me want others to touch me
To know me
To be a part of me
Your compassion is insurmountable
Your love is unconquerable
Boundless, infinite, and has no strings
You see what I did not see
You know what I did not know
That I had done that somehow
Thank you for drawing me out
To the world –your world
As you see them
And now I see
Thank you for your timely embrace
That forever touches one’s soul
How would you ever know?
Co-leader keeping a family strong;
Hopes, dreams, and goals he helps nurture along.
Wise guidance coupled with a firm handshake;
Sharing advice about which paths to take.
A dad is all of this and much more, too;
Helps son(s), daughter(s) find what they want to do.
From son’s crib time to her walk down the aisle;
A father’s presence is there all the while.
Whether shoulder rides or trying out sports;
A father takes on roles of many sorts.
A servant-leader living as he should;
He helps his family and neighborhood.
Through life skills he helps others self-direct;
Showing them love, honor, and self-respect.
Bringing out the best in those he reaches;
Through patience, love, and the things he teaches.
quaintest of little restaurants
sweet setting for a bit of romance
lights dimly dimmed
tables set just so
menu absolutely delightful
prices meant not to give a fright
we sat there in the corner
before long heard some kafuffle
from behind in the kitchen
it went on and on
was just relentless
we could hear
every single word
vicious tongue lashing
we figured out in time
this idyllic setting
was just a venus trap
it didn’t take us long
to gather up our things
run out as fast we could
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AP: Honorable Mention 2025
(To be sung to the tune of “Alouette”)
Obfuscation, we like obfuscation
Obfuscation, the game we like to play
When you muddle and confuse, then you simply cannot lose,
Complicate, obfuscate,
Oh, oh, oh, oh
Obfuscation, we like obfuscation
Obfuscation, the game we like to play
Use a complicated word every time your voice is heard
Dazzle twits with your wits,
Oh, oh, oh, oh
Obfuscation, we like obfuscation
Obfuscation, the game we like to play
Seven letters and above are the words the game’s made of
Show your knowledge learned in college,
Oh, oh, oh, oh
Obfuscation, we like obfuscation
Obfuscation, the game we like to play
If your meaning’s understood, then the words are just no good,
Make it sound tres profound,
Oh, oh, oh, oh
Obfuscation, we like obfuscation
Obfuscation, the game we like to play
You will sound like such a whiz if your word selection is
Unintell - igible,
Oh, oh, oh, oh
Obfuscation, we like obfuscation
Obfuscation, the game we like to play
Postulate, exacerbate, extricate, pontificate,
Inundate, aggravate,
Oh, oh, oh, oh
Obfuscation, we like obfuscation
Obfuscation, the game we like to play
As the alchemy of flames converted spiral-bounds into ashen loam
No longer sheltering me o' genius words, it took twenty years to find another poem
It gave me peace at the time to well his wings, at 2 years old; it was me you should have took home
Of all minstrels throughout the ages, crafting limericks, I could not read for two decades a single solitary tome
So I prayed, give me strength again:
to pen these things,
to want for rhymes,
to wield this unending woe,
to be happy again in my life's syndrome.
There is much more to losing feelings; the ones required for survival
The person in life who found me uncomplicated answered a call no one else will ever rival
Her unrequited love gave life; resulting in this dead poet's revival
I cannot sleep. There is no more chicken noodle soup.
My breathing treatment worked two seconds.
I am carrying around an aqua gallon bucket for a spit cup
and it is slopping over.
Not of anything clear, but of the vile, ugly green salty excretions
That I have been coughing up with the help of my barely working lungs
Who gave up two weeks ago, willing to shut us down.
Last night I tried to make a deal with God.
I told Him, “either kill me tonight or let me live but without this crud.”
God either did not listen or did not care, because I jumped out of my
Fourth lazy, warm water bath today, after watching our black escapade mouse
float by on the only bar of green soap, the one I had been looking for the whole time.
Relaxing? Sure. Until that second I started to reach for the soap,
but then realized If I did, the mouse was going to land on my chest and frankly I have been through enough.
I cannot sleep. There is no lying down, for even a sleeping pill
has no effect whatsoever.
I have probably taken too many of them;
I am bringing them home in the 40 gallon bags now.
So here I am, not planning anything but death
which did not happen, making me extremely angry.
What good is a prayer if no one answers it?
What good is being here if you are this miserable?
I am not in the best of moods.
So will not be commenting on anyone’s poetry today.
Be grateful!
Poetry was her best lover
like no other
he loved her
without restraint
She could be herself
and explore
discovering
secret pleasures and fantasies
Naked above the covers
he let her lie exposed
as he slowly caressed her imagination
making her flow
with the sweet essence of her soul
in waves of creative delirium
Flying free~~~
he let her be
unfettered
unashamed
unworried of how to please
or how to tease
just simply to be
a woman in a prelude
to ecstasy
Poetry was her best lover
her escape from reality
in clandestine intimacy
he ravished her mind
again and again
for all he wanted
was for her
to experience
to taste
every pleasure
he had to offer
Her insatiable appetite
he fed
with firm truths
that burst forth with wisdom
He fed her desire
to reach supremacy
He never betrayed
or delayed
in pleasing her
in giving her just what she wanted
in different ways and forms
his creativity endless
Poetry was her best lover
the only time in her day
when she had her way
and could be free
to be the woman she was meant to be:
Sensual and sultry, sexy and savory
not having to hide
behind the guise
the veil of culture
or religion
or misconstrued sexism
or alibis
being demure
“sterile”
when she was fertile
laden with passion
waiting to be filled
with word seeds of ingenuity
Poetry was her best lover
he adored her as she was
and he gave and gave
at times
leading her in submission to his will
taming her
training her
to live in the confines
of his rules...
For perfection to be reached
she had to follow his lead
to the pinnacle of pleasure
where all was in rhythmic union and rhyme
in the sublime
she was oblivious to time
Ah....sweet release~~~
In the after glow
he wouldn't let her go
but held her safe and secure
basking in the satisfaction
of a fruitful union
serene in the knowledge
that beauty has been conceived
waiting for delivery
Yes, Poetry was her best lover
and she came looking for him
begging him to take her
again and again and again
to transport her to heaven from hell
to compel her to see
what life was meant to be
Poetry was her best lover
and she had no need of another
to help her discover
her own entity….
None other
than her best lover
Poetry....
Eileen Manassian
(For Axel Caleb)
~~~~~~~~~~
Apt lovely face charms in sure light,
eXpress the way joy shouts and screams;
Excite this space with looks most bright,
Love comes Sunday with cuddly dreams.
Charm styles a poise with pout and frown,
Ask cheer and health to anchor grace;
Live feisty voice upon these grounds,
Etch wonder's wealth in ample trace;
Being blooms well love's lasting good.
Embrace clear hope with sparkling fest,
Now and here dwell on fragrant moods;
Remind fine scope to honour zest,
Indulge dear heart a precious feel;
Quest comes to show in earth dog year,
Urge flavours start to touch and heal;
Endow and grow goodwill that cheers,
Zoom in the light as moments come.
Abide fond ease the passage forth,
Choice mellows right as love now sums;
Exact fine peace the mystic north.
Prize fits the dream upon these shores,
Rush of cool breeze greets humble gaze;
Observe warm streams that channel more,
Feel happy squeeze of timely craze;
Oblige in time insight that floods,
Use sanguine calm to live life bold;
Note deep delight in lymph and blood,
Dance with love's psalm as life unfolds.
Leon Enriquez
11 March 2018
Singapore