Astronomical starlit night
Beaming , sparkling much delight
Candescent sunlight brightly shining
Divinity, a cloud with silver lining
Essence of respect for creation we must demand
Forever peace we must take a stand
Graciously accept God is the source
Heartfelt zest within life force
Inspiration lead with much flair
Joyously exhibit to others how much we care
Knowing that life is eternal
Love for self it is internal
Manifest all that truth delivers
Notably for all we are caregivers
Outwardly we all must shine
Protect all that remains divine
Quality of life is what we speak
Restitution of souls for all we seek
Salvaging Mother Earth a dream
Testimony of God's universal scheme
Utopia a figment of emotion?
Verify divine devotion
Wholesomely we share what thrills
Xenophobia our hearts it chills
Youngsters we pray will accept old wisdom
Zappiness within God's kingdom
The time set aside in life for friends, it seems to me, comes to an end in much the same way for many people – at any rate, I have never read or heard of anyone expressing surprise at this, but I have read several disappointed confessions, and rather verbose ones at that (notably by Frisch). And what do I have in common with this person now, sounds a rhetorical question, and the answer is instantly provided by silence. But what is even funnier is that the time set aside for oneself also comes to an end in a similar way. We cease to take an interest in ourselves, rituals easily erode meaning, life signifies only itself, and not just in moments of peace, but always, every minute.
Food for dinner when I'm to choose
I won't lose fish as most favourite item.
Salmon, tuna or any kind, I won't mind .
However I must take boiled rice or bread toast.
Also, chips of either potato or raw banana
Notably I’m strict to the point :
Dinner should be always light.
Corn or carrot soup I really prefer.
Habituated to take at start.
Important to include boiled peas and beans.
Pretty menu, enough for me.
Simple yogurt to finish dinner.
Invisible Scars
Invisible scars aren't always perceivable
tothe bare eyes.
Typically undetectable and concealed,
Visible and Invisible.
Choices were made not forced at hand.
Every scared conveys a story of strength
And survival.
Revealing one's situation doesn't implies
You're telling your business.
It's to exhibit one's invisible scars so
that others may notably know therefore
One can heal.
You can do it - I believe in you!
To your values and dreams, please stay true.
Work hard, earn it, do all things right.
A clear conscience helps you sleep at night.
You can do it - you have the right stuff;
Notably when the going gets rough.
Fight the good fight, and never give in.
In the long run and life, you will win.
The silent kiss can come with secrecy
minus a face to reveal its patron.
Easily detected singing love’s strong melody,
best surprises come from unknown mister or matron.
A twenty-dollar bill found tucked in a pocket
with an unsigned note – spend as you like.
Unasked-for help with a faved broken locket
echoes thoughts of that boy with his thumb in the dike?
Without coveting acclaim for paying-it-forward
the silent kiss means planning things through;
taking serious your promises - keeping your word…
notably to a child who has before mistrusted you.
Cutting single neighbor’s grass and tackling her weeds
can make a difference when she doesn’t have time.
Treating her and her kids to dinner knowing their needs,
the silent kiss takes no account for each nickel or dime.
My great-aunt, Ada, said to me;
you’re like your father used to be;
I never knew quite what she meant
or cared, I had a life unspent.
Her sister, Mary, gave me books
which I devoured like cakes she cooks;
both were born Victorian girls
their high church collars, necks of pearls
whose tut-tuts shaped my father’s core;
gossiped my mother was a whore;
in which, sadly, there was some truth
notably after red vermouth
or Babycham and brandy wine;
the show of stocking tops a sign.
My grandma Hanna was the third
of sisters, with some values shared
before year ninety sixty nine,
who knew the truth, and broke the line;
encouraged me to go to sea;
not shelter in the morbid lee.
marvels of science
by leaps and bounds
yet no cure for cancer
or for basic problems
of poverty, starvation
and injustice
seriously !
do we expect we would
do notably better
at a colony on Mars?
AP: 3rd place 2025, Honorable Mention 2025
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i felt that giggle
rising up mine throat
az
suddenly
it screech'd to thuh halt
somewherez 'bout mine
vocal bandz
for i caught the notice
uv her flecks
most notably
'bout hern innocent
yet
perceptive
visage
back to it though
again
i stunned
az she dropped her
frock
*just for the record; oh yeah, most
uv the feminine wear frocks in the
back woodz...lol...at thuh least,
'round my land ,)
Nobody Welcomed Isle
Northernmost Garden Isle
Numerous People Isle
Neighborly Friendly Isle
Natives God Valley Isle
Nursery Fruity Isle
Notably Biggest Isle
Now
The landscape stretches
Her range out beyond sight
While notably
Visible along the horizon
to the left and right,
She moves on away
Dancing
Into the traveling dimensions
of time
Toward realms
Where language has yet to be
Any more than merely humming —
And
Any signals, any gestures of need
Proceed from essence — unleashed —
Feelings
Fleeing being bound…
To attach
To Sounds’ quivering frequencies
Streaming along their escape routes
— always forward, outward
Prime to crisscross the heavens…
Passing over fears’ attempts to reign…
Now, arrows fly fleetly
Following
The dancing landscape
Toward some unknown end points
Where Love outlasts all.
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(* 1 Cor. 13: 8- 12)
Salacious, sultry
Simplistic signs of
Seedy sensory
Semi sentimental sales on
Socials
Surreptitiously
Slinking ..
Slowly
Sliding into your
Sphere and
Psyche.
Psychologically
Seducing
Some senses so
Suspiciously
Satisfying
So,
Surrender self;
Shield for safety,
Stand strong
Secure salient sentience
Successfully
Set sights solidly -
So soul secures solidarity
In sacred sanctuary of
Shalom
Somewhere,
Sandy sunsets certainly save,
Silky spider's web sparkles in sunshine,
Soft sensory surroundings subdue
Significant silent scenery in
Summery satisfaction.
Soporific seaside sounds
Singing in sympathy
Solitary safe sanctuary of seduction
Saving soul's sanity.
Selah.
Slowly, so slowly..
Spirituality of the natural
Nestles into the nape of
Normality
Now knowing
Nature's notably neutralising
Nurturing
Nourishment nectar of
Never-ending
Nirvana
Our precocious President pronounces,
in patent ad hominem attack,
that those deplorable disagreeables
are notably Neanderthal.
He might be technically correct;
nasty Neanderthals existentially exist
in DNA models of most modern hominid incarnations~
even in the Commander-in-Chief!
And [God] has made from one blood every nation of men to dwell on all the face of the earth...Acts 17:26 NKJV
I'm concerned with the lack of common sense:
notably missing when it's needed most.
And while its absence comes at our expense,
nothing else can match it, not even close.
It once would mitigate anger and greed,
and yet, lately, it has been a no-show.
I pray for its return to thought and deed
if it's still relevant; I'd like to know.
It once untangled impossible knots,
for common sense could cut right through the lies.
But it's missing; try connecting the dots
for it's why anarchy is on the rise.
Friends fidget, as do fellow musicians
throughout the auditorium anticipating
their moment in the sun.
To be truthful, they all wish it were done.
Notably nervous, nauseous,
She approaches the bench.
Notes are committed to memory, but...
just in case, she places a copy
on the piano.
Mom's seated down front
with grandma both beaming with delight.
One wipes her forehead;
one makes the sign of the cross.
Dad's in the balcony front row
with her wiggly brother and giggly step-sister.
Smiling, grinning, they want to wave;
Dad's look lets them know better.
Focused now, she begins her
original composition - Sonlight Sonata.
For five minutes of sheer delight,
she leaves anxiety with the audience.
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