Peace
Calming
Slow heartbeat
A nice relief
Quiet area
Pictures inside
Scenes outside
Precious
Time
Heidi Sands
9/10/26
(C)opyright
In the genial glassiness of the glazed conservatory
the jade in the green of the jasmine yellows;
geraniums, plumbago, bougainvillaea on the wall
let go on the hold of their precious flowers;
only this rose persists and stands tall.
Flowers fade, but love forever endures.
The gift of a pen,
Is the key to the shackles,
Of life's mundane chains.
Powerful Lord, how can it be,
patience one, that you would free,
protect, plead for, and intercede,
provide my every present need.
Placate my fears, by perfect love,
purchase me through sinless blood;
'Peace', I ask, from God above.
08.14.2026
Poem and prayer to end one's day.
For the Pleiades Contest.
we never know what's going to happen, live today as if were you're last
The rise and fall scarce audible
inform me that you’re here.
A comfort washes over me
allaying certain fears.
For though I like my quiet time,
eschewing all the noise,
a room devoid of breathing sounds
is one I’ll not enjoy.
So sleep my darling, slumber on
and I will watch and pray
and thank our Father for his gift:
another precious day.
Very few realize how precious a heart really is!
The physiology comprehended by medicine and science
Offering no mysteries on the morphology of its inner workings.
Yet when Love is manifested in any form
Offering no palpable evidence to unravel,
Trying to decipher the impulses from the soul,
The unconscious governed by the senses,
Insuppressible sparks in the synapses
Sending bursts of life like clockwork,
A rhythm of beats defying comprehension,
A full circle of inhale and exhale
Embedding life a while longer.
The will to live on a premise
When a broken promise ends the cycle
With a name and a few words muttered on the very last beat.
Love does make all hearts very precious
Youth released to the breeze.
Sense of joy abounds in vivid colour.
Time fleeting outside precious moments.
Wordku: 5-7-5 words
AP: Honorable Mention 2026
Fathers, God's Precious Gift
Fathers are like precious stones,
Rare gems and pearls God calls His own.
Chosen to protect, provide, and guide,
Keeping their loved ones close by their side.
Fathers are special, a blessing from above,
Priests of the home who lead with love.
Reflecting God's character, steadfast and true,
Showing His goodness in all that they do.
Fathers are role models, faithful and kind,
Following Jesus with heart, soul, and mind.
Men of integrity, honest and wise,
Walking in truth with their eyes on the prize.
Not given to cheating, deception, or lies,
But living the Christian life before watching eyes.
Their example shines brightly, a beacon and light,
Pointing their families to what is right.
Fathers are cherished, respected, and dear;
Their love and devotion we hold ever near.
We thank God for fathers and earnestly pray
That He keeps them strong, joyful, each day.
O fathers, so precious, a treasure you are;
May God's grace sustain you wherever you are.
With honor and gratitude, this tribute we raise,
For fathers who bless us in countless ways.
Kids don't complain about rain.
They know every minute is too precious.
Life's meant to be enjoyed.
Wordku: 5-7-5 words
AP: Honorable Mention 2026
Perhaps at one time,
when he brought her home,
and we felt deeply,
for she was forsaken,
forgotten,
left to wander
like a gypsy;
perhaps she was
from that line
of tricksters;
sitting around
the devil-campfire,
looking for kuchi coins,
smiling perfectly innocent
whilst maneuvering
‘round the open flames
with ardour and armed
with twirling skirts,
bangles, silver shining
from pointed ears.
At first, precious,
until her fur, furled,
and she
had the temerity
to tackle the toddler’s
sandwich,
wrenching the ham
from between the slices.
She chanced
to find herself
back on the pavement,
wandering; wondering
why she lost
another home.
A glass of water - nothing grand,
just taken up in my gentle hand.
No polished gold, no glorious fame,
no desperate need for praise or name.
It asks for nothing, but gives me all,
can heal the soul, and heal the fall.
It lives so common, it fades into air -
yet we find its value everywhere.
No crown could match its silent art,
no treasure weighs against its part.
And still it stands, so plain, so clear -
worth more than anything held dear.
A piercing cry in the night,
splitting the serenity of our slumber.
Investigation discovered a poor cat's plight.
She'd given birth, five kittens by number.
Bedraggled and weak she lay quiet as a mouse.
Only one kitten seemed to be moving.
Shining a flashlight on them under our house,
I whispered kind words, intent on soothing.
A piercing cry in the middle of the night,
just like the night they were found.
Jumping on me, she gave me a fright.
Her screams continued to resound.
My husband had fallen and she beckoned me.
Racing back to him with care,
I stumbled after, in the dark, not able to see.
She hurried to let me know he was there.
She refused to leave his side.
He was raced to hospital just in time.
Our wonderful cat is our source of pride.
Thanks to "precious" Bill will live way past his prime.
The Riverside bar by the river Avon
Near the Putney Bridge
I’m watching how the boats keep sailing
Down the water’s edge
There are tourists on the pier
Taking selfies eating ice cream
Locals holding their beers
Talk about Bath cricket team
But I can’t relate to this
Either can’t relate to that
What I am supposed to miss
Never comes into my head
Cause I’m just a good time Charlie
Sort of careless and free
It’s a precious moment, darling
When you smile this way at me..
He who loves no one,
Think about everyone,
He thinks about stupid cashiers,
To the journalist who has fun with him,
To the war in middle East
he can’t hear the birds,
The titmouse with a turquoise heart,
The blackbird with its head so green,
He who loves no one,
Cannot understand horses,
Nor admire the large cruise ships,
Like Ulysses before the sirens,
He thinks of everyone.
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