Marks can get you a degree or fame, But life doesn't play the same game. You memorize laws, quote the rules Still stumble when life bends the tools You can top every subject and win every race, Yet still lose direction in life’s lonely maze. You chase good grades because that’s what they praise, Yet no one teaches how to survive the hard days. You polished essays, following every rule But life has no syllabus and that’s it’s cruelest rule When the bills knock hard or the gas stove sparks, No one ask’s u about your calculus flair They'll ask you to mend what life tears apart, Not just recite what you've learnt by heart. They'll need you to fix a flat tire's plight, or cook a roti when the stove's not right. So, focus on skills that truly matter, Not just chapters that make your grades flatter. The answers that matter don't come from a page, They find you somewhere between fear and age Perhaps, Books may give you a career or name, But only wisdom teaches you how to play life's game. - MOKSHA JAIN
By any thing discernable to man
This metric indiscernible at best
Only noticed gathering as dust
Upon a shelf somewhere back in the stacks
So we invented something that could count
While we attended to more important things
Caught up in the distant space between
Knowing and not knowing the unseen
As if the only sense that can appear
Is the only one which matters in the end
It ends up as collection in the glass
And measures what is now, and what is past
Spiritual words
Encouraging and inspiring
Thirst for understanding
Heavens beacon light
Guidance through Faith
Eyes to the Heavens
Biblical passages to the wise
Holy Man King
The world his domain
A Cross so significant
Sustaining rock that shall not be moved
Evil wants to attack his people
Power in control from the Heavens
When Faith prevails, Evil can’t touch
Praying hands wonder
Miracles become seen, and victory becomes the testimony
Praises that flow
Blessings in the know
Spiritual verses
Branded sentences that are descended
The way to life
Faith assurance
Connected to the Almighty King
Above all
Spiritual words
Encouraging and inspiring
Thirst for understanding
Heavens beacon light
Guidance through Faith
Eyes to the Heavens
Biblical passages to the wise
Holy Man King
The world his domain
A Cross so significant
Sustaining rock that shall not be moved
Evil wants to attack his people
Power in control from the Heavens
When Faith prevails, Evil can’t touch
Praying hands wonder
Miracles become seen, and victory becomes the testimony
Praises that flow
Blessings in the know
Spiritual verses
Branded sentences that are descended
The way to life
Faith assurance
Connected to the Almighty King
Above all
Some might say,
Evidence was first found,
Outside during the day,
As shadows moved round.
Others could contend,
That it started as a force.
Coreward extend,
Causes spinning on course.
People with crops,
Would look to the sky,
Pull out all the stops,
To harvest a ready supply.
Crew on ships,
Gazed up at night,
Saw way Ursa Major dips,
To find the guiding star's light.
The North Star becomes the center,
Half math game overhead,
Orient the circle,
And answer be read.
Looks of a celestial body,
Can be observed,
Unless the weather is shoddy,
And sky libations will be served.
A container is used,
With something inside,
Keeping players amused,
And rules abide.
Sometimes our perception,
Is altered by the scene,
Invokes more reflection,
Or feels like a dream.
Sometimes it goes fast,
Sometimes it feels like forever,
Having a blast,
Or an arduous endeavor.
Many words to measure,
Other languages and ways to represent,
Covet it like a treasure,
So you will not later repent.
What is the measure of a man?
Is it the number of churches he attended?
Or the diapers he has changed
Is it the child he had to discipline
Or the one he constantly praised?
What is the measure of a man?
Is it the hours he clocked in
Working for the Man
Is it the sacrifices he has made
Leaving callouses on his hands
What is the measure of a man?
Is it the times he said please and thank you
Or the birthdays he has missed
Is it the vows he's kept or broke
Or the women he has kissed?
What is the measure of a man?
Is it the time spent doing hobbies
Or the hours watching TV
Is it the home he built for his family
Or the scars on his hands and knees?
What is the measure of a man?
Is it the degrees hanging on his wall
Or the empty praise he got
Is it the knowledge that he gained
But then soon forgot?
The measure of a man
Is not what he says or does
It's not the money he amasses
Or the great deeds he thinks he's done.
The measure of a man is hidden
It is what he is at his core
The measure of a man can be anything
But the true meaning of a man is hidden
Deep in his very core
It is being true to himself
That he can be that much more!!!
I’ll hit the buzzer first,
swooping in with haste.
Grace is the byproduct
of wild as it comes undone.
Be like a butterfly,
beautiful yet strong.
Don’t try to check me,
my mind’s already in flight.
I’ll hit the buzzer first,
you simply can’t keep up.
Intoxicated by a start,
I’ve got to set it off.
Is it me or is it you
either way it’s too slow.
Measure for measure?
I abhor a snail’s pace.
Stop dragging your heels
this chance is fleeting.
When you are finally ready?
I’ll hit the buzzer first.
Kindness glows
expressing love’s bliss
from blest heart
reaching-out
inspiring others with cheer
midst hope’s radiance.
Kindness grows
exuding vibrance
that nurtures
and cares for
those in need along prayer
for their good welfare.
Kindness goes
extending help’s breed
so freely
sharing joy
God* grants to smite woe and angst
for peace to prevail.
*Habakkuk 3:18 Yet I will rejoice in the Lord, I will joy in the God of my salvation.
March 22, 2026
3rd place, "2026-03-15 Write a Beautiful Shadorma" Poetry Writing Contest
Sponsored by Constance La France; judged on 4/2/2026
I sense the scorching truth doth lap my toenails ~ or am I being tricked
satan asked his chiropodist ~ who hath nicked him bad but truly licked
By
David Kavanagh
Come admiration in lush
The pleasure that make you blush
Of becoming dear to your crush
I need to talk to you
It signals the pit to woo
Which one endlessly pursue
J wish this is to Him your mind
The pleasure breed loyalty to find
No bluff in the faith admired
Think of the panic
That gives in without manic
Even not minding how acerbic
Toast His distress
The holy protection on the cross
That delivers your peace
The deep breath
Which activates salvation's birth
Via his brutal death
What is right
Easy but seems tight
Earn never without fight
Who live without life
Jesus' salvage cum strife
Thrive not without thinking afterlife
He is the way
On which you find brae
Follow on cum grey
He gave out His best
Fight and beat your chest
To never rest till you rest
For there will be no grace
After the earth's race
Hugged by your own trace
In the hush before the breaking dawn
When shadows bargain with the light,
I stand where truth has never knelt
And choose the harder road of right.
No crown of gold can buy my will,
No fear can teach my soul to bend,
For conscience is my sovereign law
And mercy is my only end.
I walk through fires of borrowed hate,
Through storms of rumor, greed, and lies,
Yet keep my oath to guard the weak
And meet the world with open eyes.
Let tyrants write their names in stone,
Let empires rot on thrones of pride —
I carve my path in living deeds
Where justice walks at reason’s side.
For power fades and force grows old,
But honor stands when all is gone.
I am the keeper of my cause.
I am the witness to what’s wronged.
And when the final reckoning comes
And silence seals the dust of breath,
Let it be said: I did not kneel —
I chose the good. I mastered death.
I treasure a calm environment.
I’ve worked hard to create this peace.
Not going to let you ruin it.
Get your act together then we’ll talk.
AP: Honorable Mention 2026
The heart begins to count the beat
The blood repeats a vow in beat
The bones remember how to beat
Each step aligns with borrowed time
Each breath is tethered into time
The day taps out a hidden sound
The clocks pretend they all are sound
Our lives are trained to chase that sound
But silence bends the pulse askew
And teaches waiting something new
At night the stars contract and sway
Their distant fires all hum and sway
Galaxies learn how to sway
The rhythm widens, deep and slow
As space remembers how to go
The mind insists on perfect lines
It cuts the world in brittle lines
And trips across its measured lines
Yet chaos drums a truer song
And proves the counting was all wrong
I pause between the strikes I know
Release the urge to lead and know
What moves me does not need my know
The truest beat is letting go
And trusting what I can’t control
Tag:
Between the beats, I live.
Under a lot of pressure.
Perform or else that's it for you.
The competition is most fierce.
Wordku: 5-7-5 words
AP: 2nd place 2025
By all names..By any, a cretin..Bet that last
Penny.' cregan; a creature, of dark tensions and most nightmarish featured; invention.' In respect, of the vindictive..Constitutionly contradictive,
With verb-iage, so offensive; a diorreah, spewed most intensive, the bad joke on a Nation..
What useful pupose? his tenure; and summations?
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