The door opened
Admitting the sun
Filling the dark room with light and
Making the day's challenges
Manageable
I hate when it's humid.
It's hard to keep my hair manageable.
Gotta do what you can.
Wordku: 5-7-5 words
AP: Honorable Mention 2025
the blinders rest with ease—
seams seemingly gaunting;
haunting whispers crunch like teeth,
seekers left to guess
pestering what comes next
be a kiss that is gentle
or bent with tiles filing
finally laying—rather lying;
dying to look you
hook right between the eye
lend the heaven, tongues that speak.
though weepy,
deep and soundly they hide
behind masks clasping dearly
refraining to reclaim their faces
places they’ve felt love.
people they’ve once known—
sewn behind is their truth
and truthfully their pain is plain
written in bold
holding bruises
whether you choose to see it
or be it amiss.
wishing well feels like rope
we can feel it doping us
hoping that our next breath
is the last one to give less.
but living session after session
their weapons once sharp dulling
full hands weaken with tire
and wiry sighs leave the senses
why?
because we weren’t just prizes
disguised to heel blindly
or crawl without first running—
we are not sick and lowly farm animal
simple, dirty, managed to be manageable.
As the world turns and the days go by
life comes in waves of positive and negative
experiences, but occasionally a tsunami will
knock one senseless and it takes a while
for things to calm down and become manageable
again and I am looking forward to that season
Your lack of self-control
is what makes you manageable.
Some words if left unscathed will manage
to cut to the bone
You tried to mold me in ways
that would turn me to stone.
A solid with no emotion.
that way I'm all ways alone.
Another hopeless possibility
A so called thawing of bones.
A slit wrist who's blood pools into
this riddle of poems
I'm so out, I am a head
That lives outside its box.
I hear voices of strangers
they live under my bed
they wander around lifeless
just culling the dead.
Take care of your loved ones
Bear in mind that all difficulties
Are just temporary and manageable
The most precious thing is the family
This is where your business will start
This is where feminity and masculinity develop
This is where your health is being monitored
Unite everything because of love and desire
This is where every dispute is being resolved
This is where business develop, share secrets
Of happiness, of recipes, of passions and ease
Value yourself, your choices and your connection.
time is a blob
a slippery amorphic thing
that we trust to be malleable
yet slips through your fingers
when we least expect it
one moment time seems manageable
the next it's rambunctious and chaotic
it's like our two-year old toddler
that mustn't stay unsupervised
still everyone has the same twenty four hours
unless we decide to harness their power
elusive time will be squandered
it's only what we set as priority
that actually gets done
AP: 3rd place 2025, Honorable Mention 2025
Fears.
Pain.
Anxiety.
Sleep.
What is this dream?
Friends coming and going
The crowd slowly flowing
Laughter drifting down the halls
Friendly waves along with their calls
What is this dream?
This dream is almost tangible
Makes my life seem almost manageable
My cares and worries seemed so horrible
My pain adapting as if malleable
What is this dream?
But now they make me feel so much greater
I am no longer scared of each and every hater
Never again do my fears wander
Never again will my life be driven asunder
What is this dream?
Or…? No… no…
What was that nightmare?
Joy.
Love.
Peace.
Sleep.
Music moves your whole being
Today, my day is gray
I lost someone very special
Hearing sad songs is a recollection
To this love one who's dear to me
We once separated due to fragile emotion
We were young then when we're in love
She was young and beautiful and is tempting
A third party cause our separation
We had a daughter out of wedlock
But love is strong she was truth with marriage
I work abroad to forget my past sad love
Loneliness marries me late at 30's
Life was hard but still manageable
I had forget her till our teen age daughter
Appear to me by coincidence through Facebook
We met to tell me sad story the passing of her mother
There was a scar in my heart still linger her
For she was part of my life once tender and true
But fate is playful sometimes you can't avoid
I am at peace now, praying God to accept her soul
Through music is a healing tool for me
To go on the next chapter of my life
Whatever happens life must go on.
Haughty hefty Helga has healthy hatred
Igniting ignorant Inga’s inebriated idiocy
Justifying jealous Julie’s juvenile judgements
Kindling crafty Kara’s crazy critter-like craftiness
Leaving Lonesome Larry loathing lofty lying Leland
Making Malicious maltreated Mallory manageable
Nasty negativity nonchalantly noticeable in Neverland.
Swirling my eyes around and ‘round
Into a pile of leaves,
I see my assemblage point swirl, too.
I'm looking back at me in a tornado of thoughts
Assembling the ground around below me,
My support system slips
And my conscience falters.
It looks as if the worlds on fire
In this pile of autism Nal autumnal artistry.
The mystical mandala of my mind,
Snatches up my spirit then takes me for a ride
Into the higher levels of consciousness
And some lowers too. I’m dizzy from the delusion.
Illusions on the exclusion of always being present.
And wander aimlessly into some dreamy delirium of nothingness.
I slip into something more comfortable.
Something more manageable.
Something, more me.
("Citadel of Light Merit Badge" - #67, 2016, original oil)
Inside Out Outside In
The world is nothing
If not a continuum of beliefs and practices
Along a spectrum of consciousness
Within an infinite sphere of awareness;
It’s all light
And it’s everywhere
But not in equal measure.
In other words, that light shines differently
In each of us,
And so each of the cultures we create exist
On a continuum
From high to low.
We don’t see what we don’t want
But we see what we compulsively project
Not like it’s a choice
Just a given for the filters we bring
The ones we inherit
The ones we learn.
What differentiates the individual path
And progress of individuals along it?
Refinement, subtlety and internalization.
What starts big, grandiose, overwhelming
Eventually becomes commonplace and manageable
Until it too passes in its own small way.
It’s called growing up and growing old.
The Universe will have us all
Swallowing us whole
Kicking and screaming
Or smiling and laughing
It matters not to that final hole.
(6/21/24)
3. "God sends pets without wings so no one will suspect they are angels ..." Unkown
Active behavior creates dynamic energy, fundamentals guarantee,
healthy incredible jewel keeper
leisurely manageable nonaggressive obedient pet
qualities radiate sun-kissing
teasingly unrivaled vying
winsome *xenial
yen zeal
(...now I know my A, B, C's...)
Wind whispers through the ears of distant lovers as the sun hides behind ominously positioned clouds
where their gray cast shadows on quiet hearts
quiet minds, & quiet eyes alike
Poor lovers, transfixed by natures embodiment of their undisclosed truths,
words no more manageable than a peep escaping a ducklings throat
Eyes shut wide, glued by dependance
Waiting for mama to come, waiting to be fed
But there is no food here, just gray
& mama will not come it is just you and i
& the feelings we dare not bare
Starving ourselves
waiting for spring to melt the ice away
I do mind it but it is getting easier to be in economy when my mind tells me I deserve first class.
The careful management of available resources has somewhat dimmed but with manageable.
My life is a season or a sunny day compared to the Earth and as each cell betrays ,gravity beckons.
I see friends and family and they are departing. And their song goes with them but I listen still.
Listening in the night and crickets salute my aloneness. I see my father, hospital gown as his companion, I hand his waiting mouth a lollipop and a smile.
Mommy snores and speaks her own language and I listen anyway. Kissing her face I know I’ll see her and she mumbles and eyes alert looking at something. Brushing her straggling hair I see the youth and a drink of water goes far for her parched lips.
All is quiet as I wake and the Fourth Watch. God is here and has to tell me importance. I must move constant of the plan. Alert and at the ready for the fugitives of the Watch. I was salvaged from the heap so I must keep a look for those. Willed for the weak and alone I must carry across the line to redemption. Never weary and never falling along the way. Together we will.
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