Just around life’s next corner
we have no clue what awaits us
~ know to expect the unexpected
Wordku: 5-7-5 words
AP: 2nd place 2025
Categories:
mixed bag, confidence, future, life, wisdom,
Form: Other
In his likeness and,
Out of boundless love, he
Cursed the earth into existence.
Every man with a uniqueness which
Nourishes the sight.
When the clouds ladens and,
Thunderbolts rocks the earth,
Children fix their stares to the skies and,
Grace their eyes with arrays of wonderful colors.
Categories:
mixed bag, africa, children, color, creation,
Form: Alliteration
Cut out the bad part
Just like cancer
The perfect solution
The ultimate answer
Oh, if only I could isolate
The purest property
Maybe I’d get a handle on
My inhumanity
Weed out the bad stuff
Chaff from wheat
Make the good half
The thing complete
Oh, if only we could separate
The water from the oil
The consummate broth, the ideal brew
Before it started to boil
One drop taints the mixture –
Part and parcel of the mass
The formula is its element
One pupil is the class
I’m a mixed bag, a curate’s egg –
Take the bad with the good
It’s only in this way modern man
Can ever be understood
Cut out the bad part
Just like cancer
The seismic solution
The cosmic answer
There’s Stephen Hawking
In his old wheelchair
Who would believe all infinity
Could be rattling around in there?
Categories:
mixed bag, humanity, science,
Form: Lyric
We realize we want them,
Can't feel our life without them,
But who knows how to keep them,
Fresh and sweet as when they're new?
Like butterflies that flutter
To different flowers that glitter,
Though we try not to fritter,
Still they vanish like the dew!
A child can young souls tether
Help them face stormy weather,
But floating like a feather,
Drift their unchained emotions.
Pairs childless have more freedom,
When no one really needs them,
But still with all their wisdom,
They face uncharted oceans.
Our passions for life bind us,
Intimidate and blind us,
Though we're shy to make a fuss,
There is nothing else we know.
We stumble without vision.
Think love is our decision,
While skeptics with precision,
Obfuscate pretentious show.
With life always a pickle,
And feelings more than fickle,
We view death's looming sickle
Even hope for its relief.
As life tumultuous grows,
We change feelings like our clothes,
But fear stretching to our toes
Suggests life is only grief.
Categories:
mixed bag, feelings,
Form: Rhyme