mountain lying before
awesome width, height, unclimbable, insurmountable....
option~ tunnel through
The look of one abandoned
Blown, and screechy, through
A rouge's aired haunt, to.
Yet no discomfort therein
Prowls, as well, thought-free
Wonderment's, knows he.
Lust lives in the church
Lying and cheating live here
This place is corrupt
Famous kids killers!
Biggest genocide doers!
Great lying makers!
Sometimes I don’t know what to think
When I hear your story, I’m almost convinced
Because I don’t have extraordinary evidence for my claims
Just a hazy memory, a gnawing feeling, and a name
When I forget and when I doubt
I close my eyes and figure it out
just stop...stop it, i said.
V. reprogram
with news, good and true,
or I'll simply change the channel.
what happened?
you're suddenly spinning me
a narrative
that has no relationship with reality.
what evidence do you have
that it's too late
to embark on a beckoning dream?
that I can't walk my way past
the shaky tightrope that I'm on?
that I'm stuck
in a rut I can't get out of?
why are you working
against me?
i'm greater than my circumstance;
my rebuttal...
to you.
Under the guise of transparency...
Fibs and outright lies are tossed around.
Can't we just get real?
Wordku: 5-7-5 words
AP: Honorable Mention 2026
On the first day of New Year-
This year gave to me,
One corpse lying in my living room.
On the second day of New Year-
This year gave to me,
Two stillborn babies,
One corpse lying in my living room.
On the third day of New Year-
This year gave to me,
Three empty coffins,
Two stillborn babies,
One corpse lying in my living room.
In fated inclemency
leading the charge
each push
deeper into the fray
The sound of the bugle
the call of the wild
where death lies afloat
in the quay
Each choice made to question
each vow pledged in blood
with very few
seeing the dawn
But onward we push
the bold and the meek
with our swords
and our bayonets drawn
The enemy fronted
all cannons in tow
the smoke makes things
harder to gauge
As destiny waits
on top of the hill
and the battle
continues to rage
One time looking back
the bodies lay piled
like toy soldiers
once toppled and strewn
Afoot in the madness
alone in the dark
my horse lying dead
— in the dew
(Dreamsleep: December, 2025)
One lazy summer could I
As one stem of lie!
To feel as that grass, tranced sways
A hand the wind in!
Unseen moreo'er - divine!
Lady's - overfine!
Sent which state in, just as hazed.
Gold dreams burgeoning!
Black men more likely to get than not,
those regressive genes again we forgot,
coming from monkeys, white men from fish,
evolution, sneaked out of things they wish.
I had my test - PSA was about ten, okay,
gave a grunt when I left, alright on the day;
if one thing doesn't get you - something else will,
which one are you - maybe die laughing still.
Feeling a bit dizzy today, perhaps I'll lie down,
took a neurofen, wonder if it helps white and brown;
think of some friends who took their own lives,
bottle of booze and pills, then the spirit dives.
All so gloomy isn't it - enjoy before too late,
believe or not because u ain't coming back again mate.
Mustn’t I write once today
even if
I’ve not much to say
It is what I must do
Use a jackhammer
let the pavement vibrate
with my pastel sky sneakers
somehow or another
give the illusion that I can move
the earth
I will be lying on a table
getting a massage
not a nicety. I really,
really need circulation
until I can see the man
with the stethoscope
Helplessly my body
from head to toe
in enmity. Medi…care!
Focused on the thirty day
wait to see new doc
so I can stick out my tongue
and sound like a hypochondriac
will I make his day
or will the cogs in his lids
be going round and round
in his head
Well, seems I’ve said too much
Just wanted to stay in touch
“ahhh….ahhh. My tongue’s red, Doc.”
Why am I angry?
I'm dead wrong for lying, Lord.
I must not love you
the rain makes me think about you
and how i miss who you used to be
it's dark and gloomy
perfectly mirroring how i feel now
i would've never seen you like this
you used to be so beautiful in my eyes
a sunset over the ocean
big bright stars in the night
a rainbow stretched through the sky
i never thought i'd see you as rain
you always put me in the best moods
a smile on my face in the darkest times
now you're the one taking away my peace
giving me even darker times
ones i didn't know existed
i genuinely never saw this coming
maybe from anyone else, sure
but never from you
we've always been inseparable
how much of it was a lie?
i can barely even stand to look at you now
without thinking of everything
do you think about it too?
when you look at me?
you'll now always be my rain
and i'm not sure i'm anything to you
His fever broke her
With such lying charm
Her spirit woke her
To his mental harm
Left that sad joker
I know it's not iambic pentameter but I was intentionally going for a 5/5/ababa quintain and Sicilian was the closest.
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