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An old record plays again

Trump’s stuck-up pin playing adrift,
Here’s fig leaf of his haughty brief:
‘On verge of nuclear war
How two neighbours next door
Were stopped, thanks to my trade tariff’.
Not his policy pick,
Rather personal pique
That might drive two friends off the cliff.    
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Happenings | 45.08.2025 | USA, humour
Note: Trump feels that if lies are repeated umpteen times

worth plays a part

I'm not worth a lot
But you are
Your more then the moon and stars 
You hold the key to my deeply broken heart
Your more then everything and I tear myself apart 
You love me but I'm dead
Mentally I'm gone
But you don't care
Youd love me till the sun runs out
Till the end
I'm not worth a lot 
But

And her music plays on

gone astray in a world of her own
she earnestly embraces her whims
dancing to a wistful melody
that truthfully only she can hear
and the abiding stars play along
spinning round in graceful harmony



AP: Honorable Mention 2025

A movie plays on like a heart felt song of love-

"An evanescent moment, fleeting, yet forever shall stay 
A memory of you held subdued unable to fade away
Replaying in the mind a day long ago 
A beautiful picture of you unable to let go"

Kasemus Plays the Hits

Casey Kasemus played the hits,
Renaissance songs so pretty. 
It was as good as was it gets,
a countdown of dulcet ditties.

The Dance of Life

Life plays the beat 
The steps are up to us 
To decide our fate
In the dance of life

A Tadpole Plays Tag

Jane told me of the exchange they had with Derek, earlier that day--guess who showed up that night--hehe. 

I told you guys, Jane's a talker, and that's how Clint got smarter. 

Along with other fellow workers, that night there were two guys plus me, my opened hatchback doubled for Jane and her sister. 

Three guys

The Reason Why I'm Here

In the LIGHT, I FIGHT to find my clear SIGHT,
With echoes of TIME that CHIME in my HEART,
Each moment's a GIFT, a spark that feels RIGHT.  

Through SHADOWS, I TREAD, where doubts may SPREAD,
Yet hope's gentle WHISPER will never DEPART,
As dreams UNNFOLD, chasing bright paths I READ.  

In the DANCE, I PRANCE, embracing

I am Shakespeare

Across the years, 400 plus, my stories endlessly play out their parts.
I played not on painted stage, but I knew the human heart - 
I captured, with quill and scratch, the passions of laughter and tears.
I held up a mirror, in doublet and verse, to things unbound by years,
like the weight of grief, the lightness

Mother plays the harp

as bliss pheromones mingle
we feel our enlivened spine tingle
poised in stillness, our attention sharp
kundalini ascends upward, playing a harp

the harp we speak of has thirty three strings
where each vertebrae a unique note rings
with medulla knot being already open
soundless secrets to us are spoken

the mist rises to the Bindu point
we witness how Mother does anoint
back of

mouse plays a flute

Mouse plays a flute
Dibbly dibbly dibbly doo
The sounds are melodic
High, with a wobbly woo

We begin dancing
And humming in a fine rhythm too
The flute makes us smile
Dibbly dibbly dibbly doo

the music plays by itself

penning soul’s musings each morn
spontaneously arising from within
rhythm in heart is magically born
causing poetry in mind to spin

there then thus is no one here
all that is, is but universal mind
wherefrom we see forms appear 
with heart’s core instincts aligned

a rooster that plays a guitar

A rooster that plays the guitar? No way!
They disbelieved me on this October day.
So I took them to Red’s Shed, so merry and gay.
Where my friend the rooster was strumming away.

We have never seen this before! One said.
She gave him a wink, and he lost his head.
He came over to ask us for requests of

Passages and plays

Gone now is all reason, 
as if she needed any more 
A princess awakens lonely, 
just like in days of yore
Her prince left much earlier,
through a gargoyled secret door,
Its passage led to lower levels,
walls curved round toward

Gone now is all reason, 
as if she needed any more 
The stable lad followed him, 
and came back

robot who plays a wild ukelele

A robot who plays a wild ukulele
With abandon, she is wild and free
How much more enthusiastic can she be?
We love every inch of her playing, you see.

We give her a name – wild man.
She strums the beat in time as only she can.
We love this so much, she pleases us well.
A robot who plays a

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