Our community has become diluted.
Where there was once connection?
The remains are septic and disheveled.
It’s sad to see this behavior in action,
witness emptiness eclipsing synergy.
We all lose when we feed distraction.
Multiple pens feed a seed for artistry,
people show up but remain divided.
I don’t see how this will inspire poetry.
Thank you for the platform provided,
regardless of a mission so misguided.
Mission Rising
Mission Clasp
Rising Pressure
Rising Opening
Pressure Upwards
Pressure Tough
Climbing Purpose
Climbing Stony
Purpose Rooted
Purpose Deep
Rooted Spirit
Rooted Keep
Spirit Shifting
Shifting Forward
Shifting Yard
Forward Motion
Forward Smooth
Motion Melodious
Motion Mind
Humming Determination
Humming Guts
Courage Rising
Courage lit
Mission Courageous
Reading Rooms
I walk my Mission loud
Inside Reading Rooms.
Such harmony is seldom seen.
Nature at its finest: the mating ritual.
Procreation, there's no higher calling.
Wordku: 5-7-5 words
AP: Honorable Mention 2026
My selfish own divine mission.
“Myself definitely worth nothing, In the eyes of the society but, My selfish own divine mission.
Which myself depends on, no one else but! Strive in the name of the Lord in my lonely life,
To fulfill my ambition without a split of blood In the streets of politics‘?”
--Author Abdul Haye Amin.
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So many things to do.
Won't let the rain slow me down.
Check off my long checklist.
Wordku: 5-7-5 words
AP: Honorable Mention 2026
unsouled seem I as binary star
a twin forever separated in time
space holds ace yet cause and effect
must harvest its dues, no tasty stew
breathed as one by the One
masculine to ground feminine
to sky ~ high is low, mirroring sows
east ties west, four feet be blessed
hearts entwined for missions divine
dualistic artistic to be realistic
black with white etheric swirls
through aeons timelines twirled
union within is goal to achieve
like worker bees we do believe
yin-yang is Almighty's conceive
unsouled we weave to finally
c l e a v e ~
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Honorable Winner Poem
Allpoetry Contest: Theme : unsouled
May 26
I'm on a mission
A vision to liberate my people
But they named me a villain
Because they're villagers
That mission turns me
Into a stranger in my home land
Because they're scared of their shadow
Keeping them shallow
Swallowing the truth
So they live in deceit
What's easy
Settling for the least
Because of the test
They avoid the best
Now they live without rest
Because they're consumers
Not producers
Whatever they get
They spend a lot
They wander about
Even just for a meal
Creativity they don't seal
Mediocrity their deals
Trying to fix the past
That's already known
Instead of facing the future
That's unknown
They're afraid of bad days
Even nature face this stage
Forgetting nature always nurtures us
Showing us according to our thrive
What you give you get
Maybe you're sharing
Or probably you stole
That's gonna put sore in your soul
Instead of becoming whole
You become a wolf
Not to devour an enemy
But self devourers.
This is not A.I.
Up there in the darken sky
Where astronauts fly
Accomplishing a heavenly ride
Pictures they took
Perfect for the global Instagram scrapbook
Allowing everyone a peek
Admiring the skyrocketing pecking cheek
Isn’t that sweet?
Reflecting upon the spaceship heat
Duet rekindling a romance
And dance
Expressing galactic vows
Circulating the day end bow
Performing a musical tune
Artemis waltzes around the illuminating moon
Ready to depart
Softening the international diplomatic heart
Exclaiming ‘gee’
Both stating ‘do you love me’
Heading home and everybody will see
Sporting Saturn rings
Showing off souvenir bling
Fore who completed a mission
Proving someone’s scientific vision
Life does exist throughout the stars
And we are proud to know who they are
Cockroach scurries by
on the spongy forest floor
leaf-to-leaf he crunched
under over within
a sky
we're water matter
space time
just a sub-mission
of a
relative-at-tea
etching a way
through the
erosion
we call time
change
len
through bone marrow, an ordainment
cruises, initiated plasma expecting
sit strategic observe vibrations
lips inward as pursing to utter mama
softly whisper, then careful cobra hiss
tongue presses roof for decisive ignition
hills like Rainbow Vinicunca nurture
becoming erect, spine steeled slither
clocked, emphatic descent to reascend
spirit’s grains congealed prudent
guiding kernel’s evolutionary action
imperative transformation willed
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It's a lovely sun-drenched day of clouds and blue sky,
Giving such a beautiful vista on which I gaze.
Two sparrows dancing at opposite roosts catch my eye,
On a large branch in the huge maple at center stage
Distant bells ring out in the distance a melodic peal,
Accompanying the movement of leaves in the breeze.
I see a twin-tower temple with sweet images to reveal,
With such quiet grace it sets troubled minds at ease.
I muse of a sanctuary of inner warmth and grace,
With a scent of roses urging me to follow my nose.
Drawn as by the sensuous smile on a woman’s face,
I begin to presume how the rest of the story goes.
Woman indeed is so wisely and nobly endowed,
Between the pillars of her calling in awesomeness.
She remains her openly receptive self and still proud,
Showing me haven where my weary soul finds rest.
Together we dream of a garden of hope and love,
Living within the comforts of shared pleasure.
As I drink the nectar that showers from above,
I conceived of a supreme realm for all to treasure.
Encounter after encounter
I have known your presence
But the perspective, always short sighted
The divide, long and wide
Following along
But never being beside
Dodging demons
Finding places to hide
...then you appeared
"Do you think it a small thing
For me to be sent to you today
Jesus considers you HIS friend
But to be a friend to the world
Is enmity against God"
Still, I thought the moment, strange
Floating along in the tornado
Waiting for it to slow
So I could ground
...then he came
Who am I that you are mindful
Of how I am digesting life
Why would you care for me
Where I am in the process
The company surrounding me
The effects of circumstances
On a fragmented mind
A heart so divided
It needs to be zipped
...she enters
Mission complete
Written by Trudy Schrader on 01-20-2026
“It is too late to shut the stable door when the steed is stolen.”
~ From John Heywood’s A Dialogue Containing the Number in Effect of All the Proverbs in the English Tongue (1546)
“When the well’s dry, we know the worth of water.”
~ From Ben Franklin's Poor Richard's Almanac (1746)
My mission is to go back to eighteen-seventy-nine.
I’ve been authorized to repair history’s design.
Luckily, I’ve been trained on a Woody’s Time Machine,
and granted poetic license, fate to intervene.
I’ve set the dial to Braunau am Inn, near the border
of Bavaria and Austria. I must prevent disorder.
I’ll play with history’s chessboard, move a couple pawns,
and introduce Klara Polzl to a man named Franz.
Franz needed a housekeeper, and Klara fit the bill.
So, until pigs fly, which they never did and never will,
Klara wouldn’t work for Alois. They’d not have a son,
and the world would be spared what their young Adolf had done.
In an instant blanketed with a saudade,
the parking lot’s never been so bloated.
I guess now the cat’s out of the bag,
without the cars something is missing.
That shared goal held us all together,
in an instant blanketed with a saudade.
Competition erased hybrid’s in place,
the once bustling office now half-empty.
Streamlining disconnected the approach
now scripted we’re little more than robots.
In an instant blanketed with a saudade,
once the mission felt more like friends.
Brought back to life by a celebration
I sit gazing at this vision of the past.
An imitation of what will never be again,
in an instant blanketed with a saudade.
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