I have addictions
I’m laying in my garden midnight bathing
there’s something in my system
something’s on the way from which I need saving
tomorrow I have a free house
I’m thinking of inviting ten men
there’s more chance of that
than seeing all of my friends
yeah it’s really quite disarming
I’m always told that I’m their best
would you say I’m charming
or shall I just give it a rest?
I crave better connection
it’s only human after all
but I come with all this baggage
the bump in the pavement which made you fall
I try to be polite
I’m told i’m too nice
I try to be in charge
I’m told i’m cold as ice
I suppose you can’t win them all
I’ve been thinking about weddings
meanwhile tinder has me hidden
is it a curse or is it a blessing
that I’m over six foot tall
but the world just keeps on spinning
and I don’t think about that at all
Take a minute to breathe
Actually, just exhale
The rest will take care of itself.
All around, the world is showing you
How to simply let go.
With signs as subtle as which way the wind blows.
Or if you’d rather,
Hold on as tight as you possibly can
Eventually you too will become exhausted.
Pleasure or pain isn’t the point,
Since both are subjective,
And interchangeably desirable for some.
The point is finding there is really no point
No up or down
Only that space you’ve exhaled to.
(8/10/26)
I’m in touch with my earnest feelings,
delight, pleasure, elation, gladness,
each day I awake to sunshine,
is’nt it such a grand privilege,
which I now deeply cherish,
for eternal moment lodging,
without inhibition or delay,
or at random point of reference,
other than to pause and gaze,
in burghs, hubs, alleys, drives,
to treasure, revel in, foster
gatherings of cordial folk,
who sense fellow inklings,
that impromptu golden spark,
of hobby, post, humour, zeal,
as time that astute passerby,
non judgemental watcher,
sentient in its observance,
does not dare to cut across,
interrupt or belittle magic,
on the hour instant interaction,
vital for searcher’s true quest
The final minute’s ticked its last
For “60 Minutes”’ time has passed.
A word of warning should suffice –
Its murderer was Bari Weiss.
First Anderson announced he’d leave;
His absence will make many grieve.
Then double axes heaved a chop,
Letting 2 reporters drop.
The Sharyn and Cecilia bust
Removed 2 women I did trust
To tell the stories, blow by blow,
The public has a right to know.
When Ms. Alfonsi spoke her mind
About a cancelled show, she’d find
The bigwigs didn’t like her nerve;
Her canning she did not deserve.
But worst of all was letting go
Scott Pelley, who, as we all know.
Was “60 Minutes”’ heart and soul
And perfect for his starring role.
He pulled no punches and did speak
With well-placed anger; his critique
Cost him his job. Ms. Weiss sure botched
A show we eagerly once watched.
Stop laughing and help me.
You just wait till I get you.
It's not at all funny.
Wordku: 5-7-5 words
AP: 3rd place 2026
It's true that man made it to space,
but can he run a three-minute mile race?
They said it could never be done
till a man, in three minutes, won,
while a grizzly got second place.
Breathe in, breathe out
It fills my lungs
Expelling doubt
I gaze up at the sky
With dull and fading eyes
Inhale, exhale
Let out smoke, not cries
The calmness overtakes me
Nothing ever shakes me
Inhale, exhale
Nothing now will break me
A sigh escapes my lips
For past relationships
Inhale. Exhale
Come on man, get a grip.
The sweet and loving sting
And the calm that it will bring
Inhale, exhale im just one human being
Fix the things you can control
And what you cants a goal
Inhale, exhale
One day I’ll feel whole
I stub the smoldering butt
Even if I’m in a rut
Inhale, exhale
Calm my twisted guts
The ashes are much like the past
Smoked down to the fiberglass
Inhale, exhale
Breaks over, time to go back
This morning was hard
Mondays are busy and long,
And I started out feeling unsettled
I'm not sure why
It could be anxiety, grief, lack of restful sleep
but I needed to ground myself
I curled my feet into the rug and took
A long, deep, cleansing breath
And then another and before I knew it
I was dressed and ready to tackle the day
Sometimes, just giving myself time to
Conquer the unsettled feeling is what I need
To keep moving forward
Leisure suits and cowboy boots
Hawaiian shirts, wrap-around shades
Returning to Burt Reynolds roots
Wrestling gators in the Everglades
All hail the lion, scarecrow, Dorothy too
Wizard’s serving Tinman stew
Lois Lane and Jimmy Olson fell in line
Will Superman arrive in time
We come and go without sound
We live in the memory lane
Withering leaves on the ground
Spread their scent after rain
It seems we passed by here a minute ago
Chatting our lifetime away
Then a year has gone, one more starts to go
Will we remember that day?
Memory hangs on and procrastinates
Sleeping again in the chair
Is this the same me, who patiently waits
If you may come over to care..
Yesterday’s memory
Neighborhood detail
Place from past time
Two story Brownstone
Brooklyn, New York
Once upon a time
Historical smell of reflection
Love and Joy back then
Never felt alone
The neighborhood has certainly grown
Changes that have been made
Trees now bring shade
What was a 2 Family Brownstone is now a 3 Family Brownstone
History in the making
What a difference a change makes
The Old Catholic Church still stands tall
The Barber Shop on the corner is still there, but different owners
I remember Mr. Weeks being my barber who is dead and gone
My Time Tunnel
Brownstone years funnel
Through the brownstone treasure chest
From yesterday to today
My look back
My moment in time.
This is the strangest snowman.
It’s got four legs and a snout…
It even has a tail !
Wordku: 5-7-5 words
AP: Honorable Mention 2026
I’m a rebel who is quiet
No one cares about my job
You won’t see me in the riot
Or among the chanting mob
What’s the point of going crazy
For the wages of police
There’s no aim those rebels chasing
But to act on silly whims
We can watch it on the screen
Burning cars and broken glass
Rebels fleeing from the scene
Some are losing their masks
These are games the children play
Just a gushing of hormones
See them quickly run away
When they hear the siren song
There’s no use to file petitions
Rallies are a waste of time
Rebels' proud propositions
Are too old to work out fine
I’m engaged into the quiet
Little job I do for all
It’s not hard for you to try it
Rulers overdue to fall
They might not collapse today
But to think of it we must
Every minute of each day
Then we’ll see them bite the dust.
There is not a minute that go by
That I can’t stop to think about
My father
Who had created me in his image
And my father tells me that
I am a beautiful men in his eyes
Also he tells me that I am
Handsome
With the gray here
And also curly
I don’t think I am handsome at all
My hourglass sits idle
motionless
two-minute timer
Sometimes I’m
imprisoned
in its structure
with no way out
cascading sand closing in—
Two-minute warning!
(whistle blows)
So far surviving, thriving
thankful that my time
has yet to expire
(preaching to the choir)
~*~*~
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