Nature speaks in subtle poetry.
It can easily take your breath away.
Messages hide in plain sight.
Wordku: 5-7-5 words
AP: 2nd place 2026
We could hear them move, but no one was there, like the rain on the windows, it was knocking, but no one was there.
We could hear them in the wind, like the leaves moving it had a sound, but we could not understand.
We could try to hear the message of the river, as it moved and made sounds with the splashes, it sounded like a rhythm of music, giving us relaxation.
We could hear the fireflies buzzing, but we could not understand, we thought the sound was like a type of hive, working as one.
We could hear God, with his many messages, like the times he spoke to Moses from the burning bush, we thought about the many messages we got.
Some could not hear or see at all, they lived their life, not hearing a word, leaving them to move through life without any type of knowledge of God.
We lift prayers for all to hear and see, and feel the love of God that we feel.
Lifting prayers to God, today and always.
Witnesses abound, like hidden treasures under
The earth —and like common vices upon the
Face of the earth, contorted with the hammer-stare
Of frozen shafts of light descending fast on a
Warmless street.
Good and bad are linked with the chain-graft
Of our wobbling times —a stinking, old robe
Turned inside-out.
The smell of stale beer creases the raised brows.
Witnesses grieve ceaselessly.
And from their hidden abodes —
Mere rubbles among fallen clumps of oiled hair —
And with eyes glazed and searching,
They see noses run alongside weeping eyes.
All together gracious falling to the ground
Swooping looping and turning around
You see them in Spring Summer and Fall
Once they were small but that's not all
Under the sun they grow into leaves
All to quickly then they fall it seems
Renewed once again without doing a thing
Entering the scene with the dawn of a new spring
Beautiful depiction the true message is near
Ever pointing to the new leaf's color, it is clear
Altogether green signifying new life
Until they fall swooping looping into after life
Together graciously falling to the ground
It's clear that there is something depicted here
Find the meaning in the color for it to appear
Until then all of this is repeating once again
Life's beautiful message hidden with this pen
Messages
I'm concerned
about the people
All tentative and
doing evil thinking
Wicked are some
of their ways
Lost souls that have
taken away
Keep using their
wicked deceits
A battle ground
for defeating
Some will die
before they meet
Others will send
others above
Others may not
see the message
Message of course
of the ages
A time to choose is
here and now
Why bother asking
for a while
Time is turning
into the account
Story of the ages
it looks great
Try not to make
it as a mistake
To whomever
it will happen
Messages
March 9, 2026
w.t Bacon/ASF Jr.
I hear the whispers of forests,
Divine network mycorrhizal,
A vast ecosystem exists,
Which is the answer and the call:
We’re deeply rooted, one and all.
Before language, we had the trees,
Our great-grandfathers holding time,
We heard their wisdom on the breeze,
Messages sent in root and rhyme,
When we knew connections sublime.
I wasn’t online when you called
The signs of missed calls now I see
Each time, when through our chats I scroll
Hearing your messages to me
Your voice remains with me forever
It’s not the past that passed away
You speak, and we are stuck together
As always, as we are today
You look as young, as I remember
You being the last time we met
I’ve changed a bit, my dearest sender
You’d laugh if heard me saying that..
When at dawn I find three stones at my
Doorstep, I smile at dawn
Prayers, in haste, come to my lips
My eyes rove wantonly and behold a
Poet caressing a naked virgin.
When at dawn I find three stones at my
Doorstep, messages rustle to my ears
I prepare a costly repast for a palmist
My smile is faint.
I am from Caesar’s age, believing my wife’s
Dreams and not her nightmares
I am African, black as soot, and revering
Soot’s commands with it.
When at dawn I hear my dog sneeze
I smile at dawn who had brought forth
The three stones which my dog in three
Sneezes wets.
I nod. My dog winks.
We await messages from the stones.
It’s about time not to count on time
Its always here to go on
Cut down the reasons from a rhyme
In case the reasons don’t look strong
They’re getting old with every line
We do the same, to some extent
A slice of lemon, glass of wine
Forgotten messages unsent.
R-eading
E-very
B-ook's
E-ducational
C-ontent
C-learly
A-dds
B-rilliant
U-nderstanding,
E-nhancing
R-eason
A-nd
N-ew
O-utlook
©bfa060125
Monocrostic (Birthday of Rebecca Buerano)
Comes the black of night
A weighted silence gently falls upon us
Stolen whispers among the stars
Wordku: 5-7-5 words
AP: 1st place 2025
Tossing electronically-bottled messages
into the wild blue sea yonder
will they float like a boat or sink like a stone
it only makes me ponder
as optimistically-inclined
I often wonder why
some say, 'Send me an email,'
but then never reply
do my bottles circumnavigate the globe
or stay in the Sargasso for ever and a day
are they wrecked on the rocks of spam
while typing I waste my days and nights away
God
does
not
require
my
wife
to
be
Black
As the messages quietly sync, I feel the deepening absence of replies,
An abyss slowly swallowing the denial from a heart weary of waiting and longing,
My greatest fear, the unknown truth, now takes shape in the light of day,
Coming to claim its rights, a bitter fruit of uncertainty that can no longer be avoided.
I have always been ready to fight for every dream, to venture with an open and courageous soul,
But truths like these leave no room for lies, only a heavy and crushing silence,
A truth that penetrates deeply, dispelling illusions carefully woven with hope,
I can no longer dance around dreams as if they held fragments of light for me,
When everything falls apart, leaving only the shadows of a once-held hope, stirring memories,
I remain alone in the chamber of my consciousness, an endless flow of thoughts and emotions rolling,
Seeking balance between lost illusions and harsh truths, a dance of the soul in melancholy,
In a world where beginnings are born from the ruins of dreams, an endless search for light.
I was listening to roller skating tunes.
Yes, I am shallow, sir.
And though thou may say villainess or mistress,
I am content to be who I am.
One noon, we were over dull
and our hearts we serviced
like two thieves there
in the kissing place
where breaths are both as one
and the first of many kisses doubles.
He made vows in mine ear.
He has such hands and lips
and his fortunate nature fed mine eyes
oh, nothing was scarce.
Our horns locked together
with the intensest chutzpah
and we well-made our match.
We sparked feelings we all ascribe to heaven.
I would not tell you
I can serve a man
that by slow designs
men can melt.
He swore oaths
and dropped
half won.
Later he paid
the sweetest
after-debts
—he did owe it.
.
.
songs for this:
Find Me the Pulse of the Universe by Laetitia Sadier
Stormy (Bossa Mix) by S-Tone Inc
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