What monster has MAGA adored?
The Halloween “head” orange gourd!
As a carved pumpkin
Mad Trump with his kin
Score loot from their trick-or-treat horde
Why it’s called ‘socialism’ I am not quite sure
Once lionized, it's fertilized ~ pure manure
all these walls closing in,
suffocating me like they are paper thin.
no way to breath,
like my airways are clasping in.
depression gushing out my soul,
no matter the pain I can not make myself cry.
anxiety going so damn high,
believe it or not it'd make a grown man cry.
panic attacks that come without warning,
it's what I deal with every morning.
no one to talk to no where to turn,
sometimes I just wish everything would burn.
depression and anxiety on left,
loneliness on my right.
they don't need to show me their powers,
I know them every night.
When asked if I am home
By those I don't wish to be around
I say that I'm about to leave
I say that i am about to leave
somewhere I know they can't go
Due to the fact
I also have no clue where it
Is that I am going
or when I get there if I'll stay
So instead I say
I'm out of town
Somewhere no one
Would look for me
Or for who I was with
Because I'm with him
Him being the one
Who has shown me these new places
Where we have made
many new memories
In every way possible
He completes me
And it is him
That is the view
From out of town
Because he is home
Away from home
When I am not there when
Some one knocks
Or rings my doorbell
Or puts their ears up to hear
If anyone is there being silent
Is anyone there trying to be quiet
I am not home in my home
But I am home when
I’m With him
The leaderboard was my space to climb
I reached top spot in record time
they all proclaimed I was the only one
who could put out fires, reverse the damage done
and I’ll admit it felt so fun
being crowned number one
but it didn’t last, I’ve learnt that now
I’m fading quickly, trying to climb back up, but I don’t know how
Innovation and perfect plans
I held the keys in my hands
there was no luck I couldn’t undo
I always knew what to do
but one year later the difference is striking
I find mistakes to be too inviting
I’m hoarse from all the voices that I’m always fighting
there’s a new me in town that they find more exciting
I no longer belong
in his village of wrong
hanging on to his words
I’ve been here for too long
and as much as they say
that it’s not going this way
I can’t stand to watch it unfold as I lose all of my weight
there were problems before
of this I am sure
but I seemed to have answers then that I don’t have anymore
I’m being phased out
no matter how loud I shout
the leaderboard is not mine
it’s no longer my time
left the UN hall, all
seventy seven teams, coz,
Netanyahu's word
HEY KID! CHECK THIS OUT!
Be you that
You are;
Adored and
Always wanted:
That’s why
You are here:-
You could
Have been aborted;
But love birth you from
The womb:-
And remember this,
Friends don’t make fools
Of their friends: joyfully
Laughing at them—
Think about it,
And be in awareness:-
Cme out
Door closed, surrounded by walls
sealed inside , darkness, cries, sadness, lost soul
Look around, alone, scared, confusion, cold
I scream, anyone there?
No responce
I scream, please help me?
NO responce
stand up walls too high
reach out to feel something
nothing but darkness
I scream is this real
No responce
weakness, no strength, my legs collapse
I fall crotched down in a ball , rocking slowly, tears fall
my hands grab my head, am I in trouble, the yelling echos in my head
I look up and see the light, but I cant reach it
the only sound is the voice in my head,
I scream Please stop talking, I scream STOP!
I hold my breathe, 1 minute, 2 minutes exhale deep breathe in
open your eyes, stand up, leave those thoughts in the dark
You know it will come again, maybe less time
Written down: Come out, the world is right outside your door.
The child inside is an adult, fighting whats behind that closed door
Have you heard the one about sheeren?
Sold out, Macklemore, so deciev'n !
At (one blast from kraft ')
That friendships now past
He's so rich' with dystiopian leanings !
September is busting out all over,
leaves with pretty colors,
fill the cool air.
A new sweater for the cool morning air,
will keep me warm as I pick up pretty leaves over and over.
I love the red and orange colors.
Birds of many colors,
are singing as they are flying through the air,
they keep going to the bird feeder many times over.
September will be over with new colors to fill the winter's air.
In its special serpentine style too deep to fathom
while submersed beneath I was surprised to see
the world's second most venomous reptile
a striped Dubois' sea snake swim by me
when forewarned of dangers quirky lurking in the deep
altho' arriving suitably attired with fins mask and snorkel
it was sufficient to almost scare me out of my diving skin
so severe as to make my heart skip flip or turn turtle
but being bold brave of heart and fleet of flippered-foot
swiftly did I surely doggy-paddle safely away
tho' no harm was done to me a close call or so it seemed to be
which I survived to recount alive here on this another day
Altho' his feelings
he chose to suppress,
human and Vulcan,
yet, so as to process,
when overwhelmed,
in need of time apart,
and not upset
the apple cart,
to get things off his chest,
emotions, thoughts
and personal challenges,
of all kinds and several sorts,
on board the starship Enterprise,
the First Officer they'd have to replace,
when Spock told Captain Kirk,
'I need my space!'
In grand lehengas, women gather beneath the waiting sky,
Thaali in hand, their hearts filled with faith and love.
Their voices rise together in melodious bhajans,
A chorus of prayers carried softly into the night.
The day has passed in fasting, patience and devotion,
Now every eye searches for the moon behind the clouds.
For the moon is the long-awaited blessing of the night,
The silver signal that turns fasting into feasting.
Slowly, the clouds drift, hiding and revealing its glow,
Testing the patience of women dressed in festive splendour.
Then, little by little, a white ball of light appears,
A milky diamond glittering in the dark sky.
The thaalis shimmer, the prayers grow softer,
And love waits for the moment of breaking the fast.
A little water, lovingly offered by the husband's hands,
Becomes a sip of affection, faith and togetherness.
Gifts follow, smiles bloom, and prayers turn into gratitude,
For a husband's long life and a marriage filled with love.
Moon, come out soon—shower us with your pure light,
And bless our married lives with bliss, love and everlasting light.
Contest: THE SIMPLE POETRY
Sponsor: Sotto Poet
Date: September 4th 2026
A warning signals
at the daylights dim.
An inconspicuous drop or two
tap my cheek -
An impulsively deep inhalation
as I glare at the clouds.
A more rhythmically consistent
offering of droplets touch down!
More excitable water follows
trampolining on the ground.
Puddles beat like drums
in a heavy rock band.
Soggy wet through
where I stand...
The brolly blew the wrong way out.
My waterproofs a flapper.
I grumble a sigh and shrug
at my failure to stay dry
as I'm caught out in the rain.
a worm peeks out
from underground
perceives
rain-soaked grass
(thinks), ‘Come out?’
~ I’m not an asp
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