it's really quite clever
to never utter never
retaining the fun of playful endeavour
seeking mysteries of life forever and ever
past times these words were declared
never again because of how I once fared
then I've reneged developed skills unimpaired
there's little to gain unless once again dared
the message I value don't ever resist
much more satisfying when I doggedly persist
For both you and me
our honey hearts share one
gleeful feeling of free.
New daylight will ever come
to deliver a fresh, new sun
inviting us outside where adored
romantic ‘honey’ feels are begun
with spontaneous fun.
Forever we shall be
a pair love spun
under sky’s playful spree.
Two new stoves off-
set fifty woven ivy
nests of seven even
fewer snotty soft wet
toes than any iffy
stiff event could ever
hold a torch to
touch the blight that
grits into your
ayes and
all-enclosing rap-
id vapid wire
minds.
Look what I've found Mum!
It was waiting right here.
You won’t believe it!
I don’t feel any fear
It feels like a good fit.
I didn’t go looking Mum?
I promise I didn’t stray,
It was waiting for me,
It said it would stay,
It was right by our tree.
So what do you think Mum?
It would never do me harm,
Your warnings I still hear,
It stays so peaceful and calm,
I feel safe with it here.
Do you think I could keep it Mum?
It’s just the right height,
It’s just what I dreamt about,
It feels so perfectly right,
I really have no doubt.
Oh please, can I keep it, Mum?
I’ll be careful, you’ll see,
It’s gentle, and warm,
It belongs here with me,
I would be safe in a storm.
Oh Mum, please, can I keep it?
It’s just what I want in a man.
Wild flowers gathered on a sunny windowsill.
A modest vase keeps the focus there.
Meanwhile rays of sunlight dance the minuet.
I give thanks for another summer day.
AP: Honorable Mention 2026
Wicked little eyes
Considered the path of attack
Always keen for a game
She pounces when the time is right
Stalking and biting
She practices her art
Jumping and leaping about
She is still very young
Tache is the imp I mean
A stray black and white kitten
She even now tries to distract
Pawing at my pen
Sitting on my chest
The purrs of contentment
Rattle her very fibre
Sleep now my temptress.
rabbit and squirrel
playful companions in yard
till dogs are let loose
Playful
young kitten pounces
chases after ball of yarn
through kitchen, living room and hall
tied up
ran over the sunny side
where water once rested
when it wasn’t gray
or dusty or rocky
and I kicked the shadows.
Tomorrow I want to run
around the whole orb
twice for fun
and then fly home
on glitter golden wings.
Then, I’ll hop
over the petunias
by my leaning mailbox,
charge through
my front door
and shout out
“Done!”
I will conquer the moon,
here.
writing poetry
she sits on arm of chair
scratching mouth on notebook
moon smiles back at night
his large face full of joy
highlighting night sky
The sublime below the radar
Ain't somethin' rarified for the few
It is in fact our heart’s blood
On circling pathways through
It is in fact the common thread
And while as sublime as it can be
If you can’t grok it right now
Just wait a tick or three
(2/1/26)
playful
squirrels are chased
two dogs having their fun
barking up the wrong tree they are
defeat
On staves of five lines and four spaces,
with straight, strong stems and fatted faces,
and though placed at strictest intervals
all are necessary integrals.
Some short, some long, some tied together;
but every tie is not a tether
for their individuality
soon enhances what they all will be.
And while possessing rare qualities
and occasional frivolities,
each note's harmonious volition
helps to complete the composition.
How I admire their ability,
their fluid ease and agility
to work together and get along...
If only life could be like a song.
One Couple Of Days Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Charles Messina
Contest Judged: 10/29/2025 5:12:00 AM
( 2nd Place )
Written: October 8, 2025
One couple of days, the moon wore a hat,
and chairs went for walks with a cat in a spat.
They danced on the rooftops, they sang with a spoon,
while clocks told the tales of a flying raccoon.
Umbrellas drank tea in the middle of June,
and spoons held a meeting to debate with a tune.
A jellybean king rode a unicycle fast,
through spaghetti-filled rivers that ran to the past.
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