The lava blobs have no fixed form,
Each rising, glowing in a surging storm.
They gather, swell, then they drift apart,
Ascending from a soft, warm, molten heart.
Each shining bloom appears by chance,
Like new romance in a fleeting dance.
No shape is promised, none can stay!
Yet every bloom brightens someone's day!
Lava lingers, oozes, slow and wise,
It never asks, nor wonders, reasons why.
It climbs with hope, then sinks with disgrace,
Leaving warmth well behind without a trace.
Its flow is mesmerizing to see,
Each pulse returns, yet differently.
Like waves that break upon a shore,
Or clouds that churn, billow, and soar.
Love, too, will swell, gently yield,
Reshaping all that lies below concealed.
It folds and melds, to find more space,
Surging in moments of brief borrowed grace.
No form can hold what hearts pursue,
Yet every change reveals something new.
Billowing, beyond what hands have caught,
Until the longing, finds the shape it sought.
A facade of course
fakeness oozes from smirky smiles
plastic hearts, inserted in those
with no backbone
easily offended when truth is spoken
birds of feather
pay heed
a wise expression
I much prefer the deeply flawed
whose empathy always shines
no matter their pain
colorful personality additions
of vibrancy and kindness
not toxic rats of disdain
When the music starts
toddlers begin to dance
they wiggle and jiggle
like airplanes on auto pilot during turbulence
dancing comes natural to these little ones
it oozes out of their soul
delighting the older relatives
we never outgrow this
if we are honest
and listen to our heart
My svelte bushy tailed cat, Hamilton, whose praises I laud,
leapt onto my lap and purred in a jittery fashion because,
a whiff of marked shift in daily routine,
she did pick up from my nonverbal long body waves,
each earnest habit once set in stone an absent without trace,
my darling pet so alert would detect the slightest tweak,
and spell out how the goal post now astir smelt fishy,
Hamilton, a character so utterly oozes otherworld charm,
as is the wont of divine feline species beyond limit,
and with impishness a constant in the past this pet of mine,
would latch on to each prized item as if driven to whisk them away,
that guilt free shrewd smirk infernal innocent methinks,
why me no I wouldn’t bug, irk, upset one so precious as you,
or tear at your tender heart haphazardly in an inane quest,
for nose-rubbing notice, deep bond playful jest,
as I peer in awe at that dainty trot whilst on the prowl,
a misty eyed me recalled her fond cat laugh bag of tricks,
yet to hear a taxi outside beep is a less than warm reminder,
that I must depart though unwilling from Hamilton’s grasp,
bursting into a sob as she stared from the stair top
Vanished are the bygone days
Illusive feelings of bittersweet nostalgia
Opulence oozes over golden dreams
Luxuriant the gifts of time
Ethereal such are the memories of love
That tantalize as youth fades
Scattering glitter of past sunny carefree days
Adorned reminiscings too good to be true
Roses are red goes the children's rhyme
Echoes of their happy chants and giggles
Beauty as the sun sets on yesteryear
Lavishes tenderness on sleepy thoughts
Uplifting hearts that still feel somewhat youthful
Eager to drink this most exquisite elixir
AP: Honorable Mention 2026
I don’t need you to look at me, I don’t need you to see...
See the divine woman that oozes from inside of me.
You call me free, but who is she?
Self-emancipation, de-identification... it's all that I need.
Strength and love were borne into me,
Neither thorns nor flowers can encapsulate me.
I cannot be defined and I cannot be confined,
All that was before, is now left behind.
For they will say I have committed my treasons,
Though they share no proof or give solid reasons.
So I walk this path and find my meaning,
In my divine feminine season.
A free bird
Bounded by cage
Shackled by the bindings of
Time and circumstances
Fluttering,
Trying to get free
Its beautiful colourful wings
Turning grey
Red, yellow and shades of blue
Turning to ashen grey
Dreaming of soaring the skies
But its life went astray
The only colour which remains
Is the red in its vein
The final attempt to bring colour
oozes out his veins
Finally he is free from the shackles
Soaring in the red hellish sky
Free at last
On his own accord
"Let Death embrace me"
He said
Better than turning grey
In the cold rolled steel of my cage
His master now squeals and weeps
Oh my what have I done!
I should have gave him a bigger cage
It would have been better than this one
After saying hello, they give you that dead fish gaze.
A gaze that oozes:
"I'm not interested in what's on your mind.
I'm not interested in your children.
I'm not interested in your evolving dreams.
I'm not interested in what aches your heart.
I'm not interested in your dull life, to say the least.
It's a Gaze that says you're an annoyance.
A distraction from my cell phone cat videos.
Eyes that behold a long-dormant empathy.
Two black holes where lie the remnants of humanity.
Life in all its pain and glory
On the big screen as deep as a Grand Canyon
And in the private little rooms
Oozes through the tiniest cracks and crannies
Blows across the widest open plains
Swims in depths and soars to heights beyond.
Where is this most valuable something,
Which isn’t really a thing,
Found or not found
If not here?
When does it ever come and go
If not now?
More than we can ever know
Here it is
Exactly, not kinda sorta,
As it is
Simply
Here and now.
(12/26/25)
Silence with transmission power,
brimming with grace divine sublime,
which we feel as a bliss shower,
aids our soul to heavenward climb.
The ascended monk’s auric field,
by day and night oozes a scent,
inhaling which our heart is healed,
enabling our rapid ascent.
built a volcano of pudding cake
orange pudding oozes out in its quake
delicious dessert, hard to beat
every bite incredibly sweet
I want this cake for my wedding says Sue
But I want you to make the pudding blue
sun tan oil permeates Red Haw Beach
toddler in ruffled sunsuit is screaming
young men are watching girls in tiny suits
gritty wet sand oozes between my toes
seagull swoops down and steals a cracker
beach ball lands on old man who does not wake
“Marco Polo!” is screamed from the water
long sigh escapes from my stress-filled body
dark sunglasses hide my curious eyes
I flip onto my tummy and relax
listening to the distinct summer sounds
the laughter and screams of happy children
I acknowledge my exotic beauty (blushing)
and oozes with bygone history
all the way back to Jeriko
An ancient symbol of lack of faith
Taste my sweet pear-shaped fruits
Cheese and my red-blue figs, tastes dandy
I thrive best in warm latitudes
Sun and heat don't worry me
just bring me some water occasionally
Deep inside the fruit, I have hidden my flower
The red sunset
sends its ubiquitous rays
to cover everything
within its encircling embrace.
The silhouette of lovers
on a park bench
appears to burn with love,
setting passion's scene aglow.
Towering skyscraper windows
reflect the sunset's crimson stare
like a thousand glaring eyes
red from sleepless nights.
A fountain's slow trickle
oozes from glowing garnet angels
like blood from broken hearts,
bleeding away the sense in life.
Passers-by appear angry,
the sun inviting their innermost thoughts
to sear through bone, flesh, and skin
and silently shout their fears.
The world on fire, set ablaze
by heaven's fury, burns with the intensity
of love's pure passion, man's volcanic thoughts
and life's consuming relentlessness.
And the day-star of time,
the poet of placid skies and lucid scenes,
steps behind the world and leaves it
to put yet another day into perspective.
Misty clouds fill my eyes,
After you stabbed my heart,
With a blade forged in hate.
Pain oozes out like blood,
But neither red nor caked –
Yet it outlives all thought.
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