Sometimes I wonder how we make it through a single day? The Light and the Darkness, the free thoughts and old fears. Eyes that tell the world of what a man has seen. And in this life, It is bound to be too much. As a child I found out one day, that love was mysteriously negotiable. I searched for the true kind and found a great love, yes one that had it all, the joy, the sorrow. We learn to make our way through that thick bramble, scratched, and a ragged heart, The doctors they can put hearts back together, leaving it up to you to let it get beat up again, in the tradition of all human families. I think back at all the drama of people living together, suffering the broken love, solemn faces held in the past, when days shone with the possibility of happiness. The stories tell of our plight, all those who survived the good, the bad and the ugly, and if possible, will probably do it again, until we learn just what it's trying to teach us, and where it will eventually take us.
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My empty glass is mocking me.
It laughs at my proclivity.
It led me here and knocked me down.
Another drink and I will drown.
They told me it would be such fun,
But now that it’s all said and done,
I see all that they did not say
As my heart led my head astray…
My empty wallet seems to cry.
The tab has left me high and dry.
I thought I had a little more
But I’ve so much less than before.
A victim of my overreach.
I’m just an old dog you can’t teach.
I fall back on familiar ways.
So, here I am ‘til end of days..
An empty heart, an aching head…
Just help me make it to my bed.
Please do not leave me where I lay;
My foolish choices on display.
They tell me anyone can change.
The ways of grace are awfully strange.
So, that’s what I’ll do come the dawn.
My promises go on and on…
Pick me up and take me home
I can’t make it on my own
I’m laid out upon the floor
I can’t make it to the door
I need a lift so call a ride
And maybe help me get outside
I am stuck here all alone
And I just want to make it home.
I just want to make it home.
When down in the dumps, smile anyway ~
AP: Honorable Mention 2026
I almost didn't make it to be here today,
So sit back and let me tell you the story my way.
I was walking out of the store one day
when some guys wanted to take my life away.
Bullets started flying, people running for cover.
They shot me three times, over and over.
As I lay on the ground, I'm screaming for help.
Had to crawl out of the street and dialed 911 myself.
I'm laying there dying, and the Angel of God spoke to me and said,
"My son, I'm with you here today, and you're not dead."
That's when I closed my eyes, and the ambulance drove away.
I woke up from a coma; that's when I started to pray.
God spared my life. He loves me so much.
I talk to Him every day now with a heavenly touch.
Kepp it up now Aussies...Keep .on rocking
The boat...' As it stands; its only sinking.'
We must now 'Endeavour' to get
This country again, evenly to
Float.!!!
To the ones who didn’t make it past yesterday,
we remember you.
Not for the way your story ended,
but for every quiet moment
you tried to stay.
You carried storms
no one else could see.
You fought battles
that never made a sound.
And even on the days
you felt invisible,
your life touched more than you knew.
We speak your name
with softness,
with honour,
with the kind of love
that doesn’t fade just because you’re gone.
And to the ones still here,
reading this,
breathing through another hard morning,
your story isn’t finished.
Your light is still needed.
Your voice still matters.
Your tomorrow is worth reaching for.
May we live in a way
that remembers them,
and protects you.
May we choose compassion
before judgement,
connection before silence,
hope before the dark.
For the ones who didn’t make it past yesterday,
we carry you.
For the ones who did,
we’re glad you’re here.
To let your voice
Just be a voice
To let your touch
Just be a touch
To let your love
Just be a love
You make it simple
To believe
Love isn't hiding anything
It’s hard to walk straight
when the ground feels tilted,
like every step forward
quietly slides me back.
I tell myself I’ve got it,
then the weight comes again
thick, quiet, pulling at my ankles
like the dark knows my name.
There’s this hole I keep falling into.
Not loud.
Not dramatic.
Just deep enough
to make the sky look far away.
And some days I think,
maybe I should stay here.
It’s familiar.
It doesn’t expect anything from me.
No pressure to shine,
no pretending I’m okay.
Just stillness.
Just sinking.
But something in me
won’t let the dirt close in.
Maybe it’s the things they said
the doubts,
the looks,
the quiet counting me out.
Maybe it’s the part of me
that’s tired
So I claw at the edges.
Slow. Messy.
Not graceful at all.
Because giving up would be easier…
but proving them wrong
means I have to keep going.
And even if I slip,
even if my hands shake,
even if I’m climbing
inch by inch
"Woe to those who . . ." Isaiah 5:20
Many say that it is white,
And that alone makes it right.
His entire attire is pleasing to the site,
Even when the light isn't very bright.
Still, others claim it to be black,
And it blends well with his slacks.
To me, it's plain to see that it's grey.
He lurks with deeds of evil whether
It be by night or by day.
But too few are brave enough to say,
That he smiles with his pleasing looking eyes,
But a listen to his lips says he clearly lies.
He contributes heavily to every campaign.
He's enameled with looks of confidence,
come sunshine or rain; and he stands
Every chance to gain.
To him, life is just a stage for games;
And his purpose is to only cause pain.
At the same time, no one makes a sound,
And the deciever is no where to be found.
But let it be known that woe awaits him.
Balancing matters of the heart.
I walk the tightrope that's my life.
Dream being to find harmony.
Wordku: 5-7-5 words
AP: Honorable Mention 2026
EPSTEIN STUFF MUST STOP
TRUMP DEMANDS JUST LET IT DROP
HIS DEMANDS FALL PLOP
I resolve to make it though this year being me
One year of doing that was not enough
to be truthful, fifteen months of doing what I wanted....
when I wanted, how I wanted, without any direction
My husband has been with me a long time
He knows it is dangerous to make even a bitty suggestion
As a Gemini, I overreact to anyone else making my decisions.
I resolve to make it through 2025 being my happiest me.
This means not taking a job at the age of 72
like my cousin did.
and not taking suggestions or direction from anoyone.
The past keeps hunting me
Just like a lion hunting for a prey
Even when I pray
My mistakes keep taunting me
Just like a movie
It keeps repeating in my mind.
It's my consciousness
Waking me up
To break jail free
From this metal prison
Starving my pleasures
Saying; no room for repeating patterns.
The future is certain
Sometimes I'm frightened
Many times I'm confident
There will always be fears
But courage is the antidote
No room for dulling.
To be righteous
Is to be conscious
Because awareness
Leads to actions
Actions bring outcome
None can survive without income
I pray I make it through the storm.
Good to see, soneone grass roots.'
I wish them success,' and hope they
Really, stick in their boots '
Taking my pills
Because I want to heal
So I can live in peace
For so many years of tears
Many are tears of hurt
But some tears of joy
Because we never expected love
Being named villain for so long.
Great is the suffering of a man
When he's not winning
Greater is his suffering
When he has nothing or nobody
For it's not easy to live with nothing
But nothing last forever
The question is
How can a man make it through without a pull?
When you doing your best
But still get nothing
How do you face this test
When you can't even eat or rest
Do we starve and die for our dreams
Or we live, endure, so we can enjoy it?!...
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