CHEMIN FAISANT
With every season I strove to stay on the lit path.
I tried the best I could, expectantly; at least I thought so.
Synclines and anticlines, chemin faisant, the Prize forefront.
I knew He went before, to light up the Way.
With smiles, groans modulating the smiles, I did follow.
The secrets of the Saints I wished I knew, for reassurance.
Some gains, loss at their heels; yet pressing on, quite determined.
I knew that by His grace I’d keep to His Way.
Swerving from pesky promptings,
I chose ma Verite´ et mon Chemin, la Vie pour moi.
The lit path, His very Way;
Net forward trudge along the perfect highway.
Le Prix; chemin faisant, el premio es el Sen~or.
He’s Love; He doesn’t fail; ecce *****who shows me the Way.
His arms outstretched for me; welcoming me with holy embrace.
Lucid invitation, nudge to embrace Grace.
Car nul ne vient la? que par Lui; gaping gate on Easter morn.
Slowed by the plod, yet heart pounding, and empowered by His Grace;
Gleefully, I made it there by following His Way.
The Perfection Way.
Something Else
Perhaps this word goes here
Oops, not quite that
I think if I do this, it will rhyme
Drop the words
Clutter the mind
I'm tired of this; I'm going to bed
Emotions in dreams,
Inspirations in life
Words on a page in perfect tense
portray the dream of the poet to finally make sense
Nay, nay, nay darling I refuse
to stay out of your stunning orbit,
around you my universe slowly spins:
if it bothers you, admit it!
I'm stubborn , I can't lose,
beyond this planet
all seems mysterious!
Yea, yeah, yeah remain the lover
who turns gloomy darkness into light;
stay, stay, stay closer and make sure
that you've picket the right guy;
if perfection is your goal,
find another dude
with a more charming smile,
or even more handsome!
If it's obsession, remain in your game:
winning someone's guy is hard fight!
Nay, nay, nay the most believable promises
won't bond the one who tells lies;
yeah, yeah, yeah my hope is fading
while all joy is missing!
If perfection is your goal,
you're looking at the wrong man;
yeah, yeah, yeah doesn't happiness
thrill you after you taste the sweetest kiss?
Nay, nay, nay greed is no gain;
yeah, yeah, yeah greed is no gain;
yeah, yeah, yeah keep stirring the bowl!
Never meet your heroes, lest they fail your expectation
Resulting in the crest that's fallen down from that elation
Experienced upon neglecting self-examination
Overlooking what it took to gain this elevation
I saw you perfect, so I moved you.
Gently, like fire under glass.
Then flaws rose, black petals.
And I loved you even more.
Not for shine, but bruised truth.
For the tremor in your light.
For staying, unmade, with me.
For being real, not sacred.
If it wasn't for pain we'd never know pleasure
If it wasn't for separation we wouldn't appreciate time together
If it wasn't for deception we would not value the truth
If it wasn't for misery happiness would mean nothing to you
If it wasn't for misery,we wouldn't appreciate joy
If it wasn't for hatred love would never be a choice
If it wasn't for differences how could you ever be admired
So ask yourself is perfection what you truly desired
SAy(/)
Say something; anything,
to the stranger's son,
syntax slipping, circuits clipping,
sentences come undone.
Cackle, crackle, curse the static, ,
chaos chews through the line,
light.life.aflame
error
nothing syncing into time.
I was meant for more than this,
or so the orbit hums.
I'm just a daughter circling a promise
that never fully comes.
My processor spits in fragments,
phrases falling out of place,
sunlight stutters mid-July glitch.
language fractures into space.
And there, so still, so structured,
stands the stranger's son,
drinking shadows slow and steady,
like the dark and he are one.
No misfire, no distortion.
He calls it calm, I call it silence,
he calls it form, I fake.
butter glass half-burnt signal dontaligndontalign.
(see? it happens every fvcking time.)
He is not a different being,
just a version I outrun..?
or the shape I'd take if chaos
stopped all at once.
Mirror, mirror on the wall
in front of you I stand tall,
evergreen with virgin air,
confident without a care.
In prime of life and freshness,
in state of juvenescence.
I look at my reflection,
my body such perfection.
I'm a mirror in the hall,
tall as hung upon this wall,
show only what's true and fair
self-importance I don't share.
With this ego you possess
I don't see your youthfulness,
disrobing your pretension
reveals your true reflection.
A POETIC PERSPECTIVE ON
IMPERFECTION AND PERFECTION
The wabi sabi
Of our lives today, reflect
God’s healing grace:-
Perfection on earth
Must never be desired here:
This is not heaven:-
Being the best you can
Here on earth, just may send you
Up to heaven’s door:-
Hair straightened,
A slick back bun,
Each follicle - has a part to play,
Silence -
Not one hair out of place,
If they were she would be called a disgrace
Makeup done -
To perfection,
Before she performs,
She will face inspection,
The other girls with skin so fair,
Don’t have to deal with treatment so unfair,
But the girl with dark skin -
Knew she would never win,
For they were very critical of her blackness
Her body,
Tightly squeezed into -
A leotard two sizes, too small,
And a tutu, that swallows her whole,
They gave it to her,
Because they said that her thighs jiggle,
And that for her age it was unnatural,
She was a black girl,
And all the other girls were skin and bones,
It’s not her fault she looks ‘grown’
She couldn’t complain otherwise they would label her non compliant
This all happened before her performance,
And, yet she outperformed all the white girls,
And just like her skin - her medal reflected gold
I wanna
I wanna ride a bike
It's my spike
It's in the night
Just like a knight
Speed must be over
My engine roar must hover
Rain must there
Windy shouldn't care
I wanna loud
Want to reach cloud
Just wanna shout
When everyone's voice is out
I am a girl , my hairs are wavy
This is the dream of mine , it's not something crazy
I want to roar
Isoar
I wanna be free
I am hell tired of being a tree
I am simple, having a pimple
Let the world rest ,I am done with test
Lets one night come
When I would be out
Rain will be there
Wind shouldn't care
Speed must be over
My engine should roar
Its my spike
I wanna ride bike
Poet :Bhoomi Bhardwaj
The sun rose with pomp.
Graciously it greeted its every loyal subject.
The morning headed for perfection.
Wordku: 5-7-5 words
AP: Honorable Mention 2026
"You are perfect the way you are!" - they said.
Weird, isn't it?
Was I ever perfect,
Or did I simply fit in?
I watched the gardener,
Softly edge the Bonsai into a rounded "masterpiece."
Beautiful, yes -
Sad, too.
It never truly grew.
Is that what perfection means?
Once in a while,
I felt proud - "The woman I am."
But then,
I looked at the girl
I once wanted to be.
Oh -
What a perfect stranger I have become to myself.
Slowly the pressure I put on myself is killing me
Slowly I am losing it
Aiming for perfection something I simply cannot reach
Looking at everyone expecting the best
The pressure i put on myself slowly killing me
Slowly im losing my mind
Something that I love but is killing me at the same time
Like a drug,I crave it and I have to have it no matter what
Slowing I'm losing it
Slowly the world's expectations crush me
Slowly the world's in my head are getting louder
Slowly I'm losing it
Slowly my mind is leaving me
Its like a drug I can never quit
I crave it
The tears held back through a smile
This is the life I choose to live
Preforming for others,losing it behind closed doors
I am killing myself
Killing myself for perfection
For my own expectations
The pressure is like a drug
A drug I refuse to ever quit
A drug thats I crave soo much
Darkness makes it hard to see the light,
Deception makes it hard to trust good intentions.
I tried so many things with confidence,
Like a fearless bull,
You wonder where I found the audacity,
You wish you could be me
And make all your fears vanish.
Only if you knew,
I am as scared as you are.
Every night I fight demons unseen,
Wrestling with forces above, seeking clarity.
I wake up stronger, seemingly unbothered.
You marvel at how perfect I appear,
But I am not as perfect as I seem.
I am mortal, far from perfection,
A reflection of my own creation.
My competitive fire unsettles mediocrity.
I chased knowledge and ignored companionship;
Now knowledge flows,
And companionship feels alien.
You are scared of making cynical choices,
You ponder being the one or being alone
Seeking peace in chaos
And wondering how I figured it out.
Come here,
Only if you knew;
I am just as scared as you.
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