Contest: Epiphany
Sponsor: Constance La France
Date: August 12th 2026
Lightning strikes
A flash of realisation.
The penny drops
And suddenly
All becomes clear!
Epiphany.
The Penny Drops By Kevin Leake
Resolutions for the year,
Does anybody keep them?
But just for kicks
I'll make myself a list then . . .
Be up by seven - no - eight
In the morning.
Keep snooze as a backup
For a more relaxed dawning . . .
Though three items is all
You seem to recall,
Can't you find a way to
Remember more - say four?
And STOP saying sorry!
You know it irritates.
And self doubt and insecurities
It exacerbates.
And you know that Superwoman
Is too far from what you are
So stop beating yourself up...
No one can reach the stars.
You'll save yourself embarrassment
If at times you smile and nod along.
Don't make it so obvious
That you've no clue what's going on!
And when the penny drops.
It's not a sudden revelation.
Remember, you're just catching up
With those in your association.
Don't make yourself those promises
That you know you cannot keep.
Such as losing weight
Or getting better sleep.
You're obscure, unique
A little quirky and quite strange.
This is how you're known and loved.
It's important. DO NOT change!
(By Poet)
Consider the pristine edge of observation,
curtains that raise the intuitive mind, with no hesitation.
That prism that can change the concept,
corridors of memory mirrors precept.
Some mystery begging to unfold,
blending nuances into oneness to behold.
When the penny drops the revelation,
time and thoughts in reincarnation.
Pure reality blends by embracing the new,
sound walking shoes in to pursuit.
Onward spiraling beyond the place,
embracing in spite of all fears.
Curtain keeper of all dimension,
pull that robe to that loving vision.
Seeking that all embracing way,
understanding truth in that today.
Trusting that spirit forever more,
devotions that take us to the others shore.
so the penny drops
and the buck finally stops
biden flips ~ trump flops
(For Inauguration Day)
By
David Kavanagh
She walks
She stalks the pyramid
With shell fish underfoot
Drawing lime into her creases
And all because
She given can
To step to climb
In single numbers
Until the penny drops
And everything and nothing stops
Paving way for yesterday
To start under the sphinx gaze
Begotten by the setting nile
Masked in solid sunshine gold
Screaming afterlife i am dedicated
mummy salt
Awaiting Orions call to intern
To sisterhood multiple of three
Adjacent little and offset
Built upon a desert burn
Your secret kept
With little clues to follow
Yet still we do
As star's are you and so are we
Purveyor of the celestial math
equation
A single number forging path
in all but name
Until we cross the great divide
And dust and star's we return and
then become
For the remainder of eternity
Office politics,
A penny drops from the sky,
Just another day.
(C) 2015 PJ Bayliss
There was a time I swear it’s true
When all the roads that led to you
Were leafy lanes and sunlit avenues
And every bird in every tree
Announced this joy triumphantly
The world had a perfect symmetry
It ends just like it begins
I feel the ground under me spin
Until I’m on the outside looking in
As the penny drops into a slot
It turns a key that fits a lock
And opens up a door right under me
And suddenly
I’m falling
And as all colours lose their hue
As all lines fall out of true
The only sound I can hear
Is the slow, slow turn of the screw
Is the slow, slow turn of the screw
Penny drops into wishing wells,
A coin flipped freefall through the dim,
Streaming trails of wishes behind
Beckoning streaks of luck begin.
Joy mounts and rides the saddled coin,
Penny drops into wishing wells.
Happy laughter follows behind
The sound, she landed in the deep.
The tiniest sacrifices
Are made for peace of mind, and heart.
Penny drops into wishing wells
By lovers of faith, hope, and dream.
Does luck reside within the coin?
Or somehow in the well it stays?
Released by sending flying free
Penny drops into wishing wells.
Am unready for the substance
of the bodhi tree,
I will drink the cactus rain
and wait for glory,
but is that water just the heat
tempting me to cross,
are those desert blossoms my
infinite regress ?
And will I ever be the same
where those sand dunes blow,
if my time has come and gone
will I ever know ?
Will I be lost unto my self
if the vision stops ?
I will lay just where I am
‘til the penny drops !
Seeing through the unborn self here
Through the unborn eye.
made that green oasis, my
caravanserai,
at one to leave or part with ease,
set down the camel on it’s knees.
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