Our inheritance become stranger to us
The throne of our fathers birth the bastard king
Our palace rose against its people and its environs
Ripping us into pieces, breaking our flesh as the price to our right and inheritance
Grinning at our pain and discomfort, feasting on our flesh and blood in our land
The land that belongs to us.
The land will never forget the taste of our sweat and blood
The land will not recover from the taste of our heroes' flesh
Sons and daughters are trapped in the cage craving for bread and wine but our tears and blood become the price and the currency
It's not negotiable.
We were taunted
We were massacred
We were stabbed
We were oppressed
We were bullied and cheated
Now we're taunted
We're undefeatable, unstoppable, unbreakable in our land
Though our flesh is broken and our blood was shed but our bones and veins are risen to take possession of our archaic palace and our fathers' throne
The labour of our heroes' past has risen
It's the beginning of our journey.
The beginning is begun
We began with the journey.
We will never die again
Appears alone under the mad moonlight.
Moves melodically with inept inertia
Faceless flora, shapeless sapiens
Kissing clandestine by the elderly elk.
Hands hurried with precise passion
Cutting curfew is non-negotiable.
Infant inception in dark destinies.
Sometimes I wonder how we make it through a single day? The Light and the Darkness, the free thoughts and old fears. Eyes that tell the world of what a man has seen. And in this life, It is bound to be too much. As a child I found out one day, that love was mysteriously negotiable. I searched for the true kind and found a great love, yes one that had it all, the joy, the sorrow. We learn to make our way through that thick bramble, scratched, and a ragged heart, The doctors they can put hearts back together, leaving it up to you to let it get beat up again, in the tradition of all human families. I think back at all the drama of people living together, suffering the broken love, solemn faces held in the past, when days shone with the possibility of happiness. The stories tell of our plight, all those who survived the good, the bad and the ugly, and if possible, will probably do it again, until we learn just what it's trying to teach us, and where it will eventually take us.
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There once was a mother so "grand,"
who failed to see harm in her hand-
my cries turned to scars,
while she played all the paths,
of a queen with no soul, just demand.
She missed every sign, feigned disgust,
While I drowned in betrayal and dust.
Now BPD's my name,
and PTSD's the same,
and "normal"? That's just non-
negotiable, I must!
She said, "I was there every day!"
Conveniently blind in her way.
My truth? Just a myth-
Unless served with her pith.
So here I rebuild-well, hurray!
A limerick, absurd, just like she-
A joke wrapped in trauma and plea.
But I laugh (biting, sharp),
While I heal in the dark:
"Thanks, mum. Guest identity's free?"
Train my tongue
Words are ever young
Train my words
Before they fly out birds
Train my airstream
Before reality seems a dream
Train my smell
Time dates hell
Make me able more than my being
To keep believing in the whole green
White not left out even though we cry
Yet manna don't rain from the sky
Suffering as a messenger not guilty
But made a fool despite his active acuity
How will we pray for our leaders?
When we have become mere readers
Making fun of our suffering
Praying fervently while battering
Is a senseless act, deceit birth
When only them live in safety and wealth
If praying for them is the key
Won't we prefer praying the retiree
For swimming in the cool Dead sea
Is non-negotiable to agree in DEMO decree
None of that was love.
Not the control.
Not the silence.
Not the way you shrank to survive.
None of that was your responsibility.
You were not the fixer.
Not the shield.
Not the explanation for someone else’s damage.
And none of that—
not one bruise on your spirit—
was your fault.
You’re unlearning that now.
Slowly.
Like pulling splinters from memory.
Like teaching your body
that raised voices
are not weather you have to endure.
You are naming the harm.
You are naming the pain.
And the naming
is a kind of rebellion.
You are stepping into a different kind of truth—
one where your mental health matters.
Where your boundaries matter.
Where your safety
is not negotiable.
This is not selfish.
This is survival
turning into self-respect.
This is you
choosing yourself
without apology.
Options
You call me by my name, too intentional
I gather all the courage to think more rational
You always held me when I’m available
But truly who am I, for you negotiable?
Your time is priceless, I cannot bargain
Mine is typical, but I can always sustain
I never asked for more than everything
Just be part of yourself, I can do anything
I hugged you at the worst of your moment
You hold me, when nothing seems permanent
You showed me that I am not a rebound
But you cannot show it when people are around
Stay with me be part of my world
With you I can be brave, I can break the stronghold
Let me know what you really want to keep
Our friendship, relationship, or just situationship?
a line drawn in the sand of time
plucked from the depths of my mind’s eye
curled edge of what’s real what’s not
that line that never should be crossed
plucked from the depths of my mind’s eye
things we’ll forgive but not forget
built an imaginary fence
washed away by tides yet lingers
curled edge of what’s real what’s not
distinguishing what’s right from wrong
what’s acceptable from what’s not
comes to a full and sudden stop
that line that never should be crossed
willing to turn and start anew
choosing sides for worse or better
a line drawn in the sand of time
AP: Honorable Mention 2025
Form: Retourne (8 syl)
You stop for no one, dear, you made it clear. No rank or caste of any stripe can twist your arm to force your hand to a procrastinating pause.
I thankfully attribute your plodding tick tocks to your gentle generosity, but why are you so inexorably steady so by the time you chime, you leave little space to ponder on how fast you really flew?!
If only money could bribe any of your subordinate segments, if glittering gems could soften your mechanical demeanour…You made it clear - you are not for sale and your pace is non negotiable.
I hold you dear as my constant companion in my relentless journey as I respectfully bow to your ambiguous grandeur of grace - you give it all for a long while and then you take it all at once.
You stop for no one. You made it clear.
His two objectives unmet
Bibi approves the ‘deal’ he gets
from Trump, in an unconscionable rush
to bully Israel into a peace made of mush
For 15 months Bibi touted 'non-negotiable' goals
All hostages returned, and Hamas crushed
This ‘deal’ achieves neither, though lauded in the West
To Trump, Bibi caved, a paper tiger when pressed
Past time for Israel to assert itself on the world stage
Show itself and the world that it’s come of age
Vote Bibi out, along with his feckless friends
Elect someone brave, who neither breaks nor bends
Peppering down, like too much salt,
the world's grounds are draped with deliberate deception.
All
"snow"men
now and then
overwhelm us.
"Will warm, wet weather
motivate more meltdown?"
Answer is axiomatic -
"Nature's non-negotiable."
(Axiomatic - self evident)
nice and negotiable
ominous and unstable
joy and jubilance and unjealous
excited and inescapable fate comes to mind
and ancient memory is alright and okay
lonely and loveless like you
over you…emotionally…
useless as wizdumb
sacred and sorrowful
yonder come day! Full of dismay…okay…I pray you are good too some say…someday…
animals help me feel better and heals the regretter
nothing much in mind actually
yes, I choose obedience over rebellion any day
mesmerized and memorized almost everything or almost nothing in particular
oh my word, I almost forgot to forget and remembered to disremember
rage on another page I feel deep down
exit, issues…place your feet in my shoes…think about it…”you’re full of !”
Maybe I am not allowed in the society
Maybe I am not fitting in the society
But wait
what society?
The society who beats me with rods?
Or the society Who crushes me by there vehicles?
Or the society where we are selled in the negotiable prices?
Ahh..or society who throw the stones towards me?
Or the society who tries there best to make me feel died even by living?
Or the society where we are kept in the cages?
Or the society who chase my hunger?
Maybe we are not fitting in the society or maybe we aren't meant to be fitted!
But ready to expel there karma!
I guess maybe now you all have guessed who I am?
Some people call me there therapy
Some people call me there headache
Some aren't meant to be called
But
In my opinion
I am the best creature in the whole universe with four paws and one tail..??
I'm okay, you're okay is a mask in the land of pretend.
Being cool as a cucumber is okay for cowards.
Pollens cannot always hide themselves within soft flowers.
Breaking from established norms is sometimes necessary.
Why should minds be wrapped by a pacification airy?
Compromises and negotiations do not last long.
How long shall we, like logs on river water, shift along?
Shouldn't we, first and foremost, to our very selves, belong?
Why should our voice always sound like a challenge-less birdsong?
Humility, though a virtue, demands questioning too.
Within smiles of appeasement, feelings of grudge must not brew.
I need not feel I am okay, but you are not okay.
I needn't, yet, forget that each one has his or her say...
I must adjust when needed; I need not be a doormat.
Why should tigers feel as though they're negotiable cats?
Confrontations and encounters enable us to bloom.
Mere mollification will finally bring one's self-doom...
My love is non negotiable
It comes as is
There is no bartering or discount
It is comes whole ,no damaged bits
There are no returns or refunds
Once it’s yours….you keep
So take very good care of it
My love does not come cheap
It’s not a short term item
To treat with complacency
It’s a prize possession
With a lifetime guarantee!
Once you have my love
It is yours forevermore
It will never be anothers
Or for sale in another store!!
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