Small sacrifices here and there
they seem a small price to pay
harmony’s the winning higher power
Wordku: 5-7-5 words
AP: Honorable Mention 2025
Seduction as a means to engage
perhaps you welcome the playful naughty invitation
cautionary word ~ price may be high
Wordku: 5-7-5 words
What is our claim to fame,
maybe money, things, toys or a great career?
Money can be good then fought over when we die.
Things come and go,
making us happy and sad.
Toys like a new car,
did we really need it?
A great career,
to tell the world what?
I am someone.
Am I working myself to death but why?
Our claim to fame has a price,
how much are we willing to pay?
It would be better if we could say,
“death approaches but we have no regret ~
when God questions us, we will stand erect”
I am a simple person wanting God's favor over me.
the price of freedom Is Bloodshed
We pay for freedom with Bloodshed
We living free cause of Bloodshed
More bloodshed, more bloodshed
Ideas of freedom got people shot in the head dead
I’m not saying anything another never said
Give me liberty or give me death
Slaves even had to steal it, and so they left
But it was bloodshed, That paved the way
And it was bloodshed that made them stay
And it was bloodshed that made them fight
And it’s bloodshed that gives - freedom LIGHT
Somebodies gonna pay, see that’s GODs WAY
I didn’t make the rules, I just play
NO waterfall tears bringing back NO life
muslim's do it 4 Allah, Christians 4 Christ
cause the price of freedom is bloodshed
We pay for freedom with bloodshed
We living free cause of bloodshed
More bloodshed, more bloodshed
Days have turned into a rebroadcast,
each mirroring the day before.
I examine days that have passed,
choosing some to completely ignore.
But I can’t dismiss God’s presence,
in matters that I’ve been through.
Forgetting not His omnipresence,
which influences the things I do.
My life now counts many years,
umpteen more than I’m deserving.
Throughout life I’ve had few fears,
because of the one I am serving.
Long life has exacted from me a price,
I thank God daily for one more slice.
May we be blessed in life to have the insight…
the wisdom
the enlightenment
to see
how we can never truly estimate the value of time…
or put a price on a memory
Freedom comes with a cause
A price to pay
Only the brave pay dearly
Due to the danger of suffering
Even when you're doing your best
It seems like you've done nothing
Due to denials and oppression from opposition.
To be a mastermind
You must master your mind
Knowing what you're made for or of
Then surrounding yourself with masters of minds
Sharing your opinion with others
For a specific or common interest or goal.
To give a masterpiece
You must work with
Masters of the mind
People who know
What they want or need in life
Doing what brings them closer to their goals.
When folks accuse or blame you,
just stay calm, keep quiet.
They run the world, it seems,
and there’s really no winning against their words.
So just keep going forward.
Give them the price they want.
Let go of whatever makes them mad.
Step back when you need to,
stay out of their sight and reach.
That’s the reality—if you’re open enough to see it—
ignore the noise,
heal the peace they once broke inside you.
Understand.
Forgive.
Move on.
They might think they own the world,
but you don’t have to stay connected.
Love yourself,
protect the peace inside,
and take care of your soul.
Am I wrong?
Always drifting left when the world turns right,
Like a compass drawn to storms instead of light.
Am I wrong?
For trusting the beat of my own internal song,
Even if silence is the chorus all along.
I move to the rhythm only I hear,
Not chasing thrill rides they hold dear.
I'm not blind,
I’m just tuned to a different spark,
Finding sunrise even when I walk through dark.
At times I'm alone, that's the price I pay,
But solitude sings in a deeper way.
Am I wrong?
For believing in my hands to shape the clay,
Carving a path no one dared to lay.
Knowing I’ve got to lead and do my part,
Even if the march begins with a solo heart.
Am I Wrong?
Some in Israel feel they’re quite grand
Only they can hear god’s command
They often recite
Commandments at night
Yet kill and steal Palestine's land
Palestinian piazza
Includes the West Bank and Gaza
Israel's ethnic purge
Might let these sites merge
At fine hotels like the Plaza!
White fluffy bunny, finger puppet, my grandson tries on for size.
Hopping off his finger and into the palm of my hand.
He checked price, told me to put toy back on shelf; full size cost less.
Sometimes I’m angry you left. That you gave up. That you weren’t strong enough to stay. The bitterness creeps in quietly, like a shadow I didn’t invite. But then I stop—because who am I to measure a pain I never lived? I never stood at the edge of whatever storm made jumping feel safer than standing still. I wish you were still here. I wish I could tell you that. There’s a part of me that broke the day you disappeared, and no matter how time tries to mend it, the crack remains. I’ll always carry that—some days with sorrow, some days with blame. Maybe that’s unfair. Maybe it’s human. But still, if the ache I carry now is the price I had to pay for having known you, for having laughed with you, lived beside you, loved you—then I’d pay it again—every time.
True story..... I won a thousand dollars on a scratch-off, it
probably cost me two thousand over time , now that's a sin !
I went down to the grocery
I needed to buy some greens
I thought I'll put a dollar
In that new Lotto machine
I know that gambling
Could be a source of sinning
But couldn't resist the possibility
Of winning
chorus
Hip Hip Hooray, What a great day
I Won a thousand by pure luck
But after the bills, And a few cheap thrills
I'm in the hole
ten bucks
I know that gambling
Could be a source of sinning
But couldn't resist the possibility
Of winning
chorus
Hip Hip Hooray, What a great day
I Won a thousand by pure luck
But after the bills, And a few cheap thrills
I'm in the hole
ten bucks
An old man once said:
Freedom isn’t free
As a child, I grew up,
never understanding those words.
As an adult, I learned,
the tree of freedom is watered with blood.
I thought we had paid enough.
But as trees wither without water,
so does freedom without its tribute.
As such I hoped,
we could pay with sweat and duty.
But once again-we choose red...
It's right out in the open for everyone to see ~
puppets bought and paid for
dancers strung and played
delusional parrots with microphones
hostages read the demands of a madman
while maintaining somewhat of a poker face
It's never been so obvious : integrity has its price.
AP: Honorable Mention 2025
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