Monkey wrenches are distressing.
Always, with my plans, they're messing.
In my life, I've come to realize,
they come in every shape and size;
but I don't mind - it's OK,
what will be my monkey wrench today?
I lay resting in a bed of dreams,
as time slipped away.
Heavy with the world's grief,
weakness awaits me—
laziness settles in my skin,
while all around, the spirit falls still.
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wrote last poem months ago
will not write another so
guess i'll stick with good ol' prose
prosaic from head to toes
if i write anything now
post only me anyhow
no one need read this my trash
algorithms turned to ash
say no more of politics
theology only tricks
you into false contentment
lulls the brain like compliment
dulls the pain of resentment
makes our love hate's complement
wish not to over complain
but ennui's bored me insane
in world prefabricated
all new remains outdated
and what's real is really rare
but fake has millions spare
routine is the only route
for time space life to run out
replace me with a monkey
and you'll save beaucoup money
sorry if self pity's wrong
self regard's just not so strong
seems i've carried on too long
so i'll end this silly song
There is a cheeky monkey
Who lives just up the street
His body is quite chunky
His feet are not petite.
He’ll knock upon your door at night
Then scamper down the street
He gives the folks a dreadful fright
But he thinks it’s rather neat.
Or he’ll open up your unlocked door
And have himself a feast
He’ll leave food scraps all over the floor
The horrid little beast.
He’ll rummage through your underwear
That you just stored so neat
And try your socks without a care
On his dirty stinking feet.
So before you go to bed tonight
Lock all your windows and doors
And get a dog that loves to bite
And a cat with massive claws.
For there’s nothing that scares him so
Than a dog with bitey teeth
He won’t stay long he’ll surely go
And you’ll breathe a sigh of relief.
I see your lips moving.
Can't hear what a word you're saying.
Blah Blah Blah Blah Blah.
Wordku: 5-7-5 words
AP: Honorable Mention 2026
I’m lost in misery, in a world I couldn’t see,
Like a bird in a cage, no way to break free.
Trapped in my mind, far from reality,
Days turned to years in silent captivity.
I dreamed of the sky, of soaring so high,
But when the door opened, I didn’t know why-
My wings felt broken, heavy with fear,
I’d forgotten how to fly, after all these years.
In calm springy night,
The beautiful moon up there
Silent is lulu.
Yet, the two old gorillas,
Some ugly frogs make noisy
Jumping annoying damaging monkey is tiger's favorite food!
Comet!
It nears, it nears, it nears!
Dark halts, stars shift.
Eye views, it nears, it nears, it nears!
Flame in black, scar in sky.
Comet!
It mounts, it mounts, it lifts!
Towing a trail of old frost.
It climbs, it climbs, it cracks!
Glow spills, it stays!
It swells, it swells, it vaults on high!
Comet!
It coils, it coils, it lifts!
A long path bowed round the sun.
It turns to north, to north while spinning!
It floods, it floods, it clears the ridge!
Mid-worlds, it holds no stop!
Comet!
It vaults, it vaults, all at once!
Eons pass, then — there!
It springs, it springs into the sky!
It lifts with might, it lifts with might!
It leaps, it jumps, it breaks free!
Comet!
It spills! It springs! It lifts!
Tales stir, tides tug, hearts drum.
All things lift, no stop, no stop!
It nears! It comes! It is here!
E a phela gabotse it stirs only a Littline
The moya wa bophelo is blowing sideways.
E sa tšweletšeng in its own laziness law,
Ga e sa tšwela pele, it walks with trembling feet.
E hlokile khutšo for a very long time,
E sa akofa ka bošilo, searching for a lost way.
Bjale, e a thitibala by closing its eyes,
The pelo finds a fake peace and a burning fire.
a labyrinth of emotions
parading in and out and all about
no one can pinpoint just one at a time
if they say they can, they are lying
feelings cannot be pulled apart like monkey bread
I can have ten different feelings at a family reunion
depending upon who is walking toward me
and who is walking away
It is irrational to think we can choose only one at a time
I can feel excited, tired, happy, sad, angry and mad simultaneously
can’t you?
Vengeance worms in its way
after art of submission falls prey
Bass slap riff and chords ring funky,
beats that warm the brass monkey
No one listens
Cried, but no one cares
I need someone to hear me
Life full of monkey wretches
Complexity having no assurance
Mind wonders
Thinking far, but never close
The heart searches, but never a find
A world unsettled, but never kind
Heart bleeds
Uncontrollable responses
Compelled in the aftermath
Willowed
Dreams of tomorrow
Nightmares that appear
Crying alone
Effortless to try
No one understands
Guidance seems far off
One’s tomorrow is about living
Hard to relish the sustaining
Battling the wars within
Scars of many struggles
Fall on my knees in desperation
Father Help me
Here I am
Trapped in my troubles
Search me
Help me withstand
Open the door of understanding
Let wisdom educate
My Soul needs peace
Father Help me
Surrounded by locked Monkey Wretches.
A seed is planted, small and weak,
Yet deep within, its roots will seek.
Through storms that shake and winds that sway,
It stands in strength day by day.
The sun beats down, the rain pours fast,
Yet through it all, it holds on steadfast.
Not by its might, nor by its power,
But by God's hand, in every hour.
For I can do all things through Him,
When skies grow dark, when light is dim.
Like a tree that reaches high,
By His strength, I rise and thrive.
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