Time-spelled; in each of its frames
Both youth and age
Time-honoured; equally. For
What shared Life's stage.
space policeman Sam knew the creature was a possible alien that day
But he was having a chocolate malt shake, so what the hey
Besides, he was young, and looked harmless, this space boy
Sam watched him open cracker jacks and pull out a toy
He offered it to Sam, which showed that he was polite
How could he put this young alien into jail that night?
Sam and the soda jerk gave each other a weird look.
Finding this sweet alien lad here, had Sam truly shook.
"Yellow is a bright and fun color to enjoy." By Poet
My husband and I met,
many years ago.
After writing weeks of letters,
he was coming to visit me for a few days.
Yellow was my then boyfriend's favorite color,
I was going to be a fun surprise for him.
The engines of the airplanes roared,
just like my nervous stomach.
I was dressed in all yellow from head to toe,
looking like a big bee with a huge smile.
When he got off the airplane,
he said, "you look breathless."
Then we both laughed until we cried,
I may have looked stupid but he loved it.
I chose this moment because it set the stage for our life together. He was coming to see me. We had first met a few weeks before. I wanted to impress him. Knowing yellow was his favorite color, I knew I would be in yellow. I went to many stores finding yellow from a head scarf to shoes. Every line was easy to write because it was a fun part of our life. I removed the part about him staying with my girlfriend and her husband because it was not about yellow or the airport. To this day, we still laugh about this airport meeting.
Seeing and being seen changes both the looker and the looked upon. A watched clock seems to hold its breath, hands frozen, its self-consciousness exposed. A furtive glance, once stolen, lingers too long and ripens into a stare. Awareness slips into self-consciousness. The moment the watched one feels observed and the looker looks away, the game is up, and the power changes. The watched one now has control with their stare, commanding the field of attention. It's a see-saw game of self-consciousness; power flipping with each returned look. Every watching eye casts a shadow. It's a silhouette of exposure. It must acknowledge this, step into it, and learn to dwell within, hiding. The eye sometimes seeks to be noticed. It wants to evoke a reaction and show its presence, rebounding. In that mutual eye-to-eye recognition, love begins.
when eyes meet and hold,
attention flips from lost stares—
to love caught ensnared
happy roller- skating trio skated up and down the street
never wanting to use the sidewalk, too many cracks to beat
every car on the block was aware and watched out for them
This was in 1965 when every neighbor was a knowing friend.
My suit was a gorgeous periwinkle blue
speaker of the day wore the same suit too
she said, “we both look great!” during a break
I thought her sleazy camisole blouse was a big mistake.
My black turtleneck looked terrific on me.
I looked expensive, whereas, she kind of looked free.
If we looked
With our hearts
Not just our eyes
We would see the world shrink.
Shrink to a point
No longer round
But an oval
Like an egg ready to hatch.
Nations draw lines
Build walls around what’s theirs
Guarding borders
Turning away from the rest.
But Mali and Niger
Have looked with their hearts.
Let us follow them
Maybe they will show us the way.
Unsavory characters lewdly hang about
nowhere I want to spend my time
~ staying home’s looking mighty fine
Wordku: 5-7-5 words
AP: Honorable Mention 2025
Cali, the cowgirl painted stars on her happy bull McVey
Others tried not to stare; I could not look away
He looked adorable, approachable, cute almost.
Get any nearer, she told me, and you will be a ghost.
It is National Happy Cat Month (September). Please consider adoption.
Cat: An incomparable companion that smoothes the bumpy road.
She looked at me with somber eyes
enchanting with her wily guise.
Hesitant love became her stance
as she wondered at her sole chance
by blinking lovely golden eyes.
Living life with abuse and lies
never knowing what love implies
cautiously observing askance,
she looked at me.
Asking only for warm allies
and love that her bearing belies
hopeful that this is no mischance
and she may enrich and enhance
my cheerless life with loving ties
she looked at me.
rain fell with riddles
chalk dust tumbled from my hands
I loved the schoolyard —
learned questions I had not asked—
left un-quenched thirst in my mouth
seashell in my hand
I pressed it hard to my ear
I heard sea strumming —
calling me like it knew me
until tide drew my voyage
clocks ran without me
their teeth grinding daylight down
turning gold to dust —
the clocks ignored me this time
grinding unfazed without me
shadows curled inwards
I traced darkness in my pulse
then folded the chart —
the stars no longer led me
to go gently into night
There was a time I looked at God with sea water in my eyes, drowning in a river of problems. I asked Him, with the last piece of devotion I had, why the Bible never told us that hell is not in the darkness beneath the earth, but in the light of the earth, right in front of us. Why do we keep accusing the wrong side and worshipping the light? Why is hell on the surface, God? Why?
Selfishness looked out for herself
She was thrilled to do what she wanted
When she wanted
In the way she wanted
Without censorship, suggestions or having to please anyone else
Selfishness did not buy into funerals, graduations or weddings
She spent no time with her family.
She did not care to make a friend.
She never felt lonely or sad.
She loved her alone time.
She felt cherished and entitled.
Loving her ways.
Do you remember when phones had a cord to the wall outlet?
Our son was about five years old.
We were in a hotel room and he wanted to call daddy.
He ran over to the phone and picked it up.
As he looked at me with a very puzzled look, he said it has no dial tone.
Yes, no dial tone because we are in a hotel room.
The moment I looked, the world was full of nameless strangers,
And on a night when darkness sparkled, tears flowed silently,
My eyes caught yours, as if I had found a hidden dream,
I wished to sing your beauty with my gaze, a silent melody,
I wished to write you with my lips, a story of desire and fire,
I wished to drown in the sea of your tears, a wild ocean,
I wished to dance with you in the wordless night, an ethereal waltz,
I wished to be intoxicated by your name, an elixir of pure love,
I wished you would speak my name with your touch, a murmur of stars,
I wished to be you in your embrace, a merging of souls,
I wished you to be the moon of my darkness, lighting my way,
I wished you to be the words of my poem, a symphony of secrets,
And when you wrote your name on my palm with your fiery lips,
When you sang the song of love just for me, an eternal vow,
I wished to die with your name beautifully embedded in my chest,
I wished to fall, closing my eyes, into your infinite embrace,
For all I could do was... TO WISH.
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