is a lesson
my son still doesn't
want to learn
However,
his mom's feet are quicker
than crickets
flicking off
a floor
on fire!
When the right song
is playing.
life is too good
for slow steps
Help me put the food away
Give the pasta box a good rattle,
the Windex needs constant
stirring!
Life isn't waiting
or watching
when we laugh
over spilled Ragu
The Eastern Towhee
finds me mildly amusing,
staring at me with one eye
from the almost empty feeder
These counter tops
are not marble,
some stains don't come out,
and the paint chips when I scratch it
Thank God I care about other things,
and I don't need an audience
to be happy
It can't get better
than dancing
in the kitchen
Everything seems so desperately dark.
Hope is but a mirage that's outdated.
Giving up... easy way out.
Wordku: 5-7-5 words
AP: Honorable Mention 2026
Skin felt the pain
While playing a peaceful golfing game
Challenging the course’s blister campaign
Terrorizing the toe
Forcing a temporary surgical sew
Oh
No
To keep this show
On the go
They must know
Basic health care
Not to scare
Removing infected nail
Transporting remains towards the waste management pail
Bloody and red
Now dead
Left as trash
Above the fairway grass
Next to Frank’s Furter
Who was murdered
After pork barrel spending
And over lending
Worth commending
Pending
Cooking the links
Hearing what others think
About another medical review
Of the pinkie one too
Country club house bound
And the parfect round
No bogeys in sight
Feeling right
Since all has healed
Closing the deal
Without a squeal
Or scream
From the green
Manicured and pristine
Ready for a four-day dream
she is bananas, batty, bizarre
crackers, cuckoo, looney by far
she is a fruit loop, demented and deranged
eccentric, off her rocker, a little insane.
crazy as a coot, pretty much off in her head
unbalanced, unsound, her spoiled son said
he was trying to dissuade me, keep me at bay
not wanting me to sell her a timeshare that day
I returned without him, and she bought him right away
I found her solid and sound, optimistic, merry and gay.
Washed up, run down
Run out of town
Holding on to the old
is casting my mold
I can break free
determine my own destiny
creative choreographer sequences mental dips and dives
AP: Honorable Mention 2025
I Was Just Putting
A Few Things In
The Dishwasher, And
It Was Haphazard...
Because There Were
Just A Few Small
Things.
Then I Looked
And Realized All
THE BEST Spots
Had Been Taken
By Items That
Didn't Deserve
Those Spots!
(Probably.)
Aggggghhhh!
What An Outrage!
I Just Left It.
It's Fine.
I'll Add More Later.
(More Dishes, I Mean.)
-Gray Squirrel
Pressing a ball,
Will make it small.
Do not let someone fall
It is not a smart goal.
If you press a ball,
By exerting some force
The ball goes down,
We cannot make it round.
Putting someone down,
Does not give you crown
It can give depression
To the people around.
It creates fuss,
It disperses us.
Don't press someone
In your discussion,
Do not hurt them
Mentally or physically,
Sentimentally or orally.
Help others in need,
Offer kindness proactively.
On a sunny day
Right in my parlour
Laying on the couch
I was going through my phone
Then I paused for a moment
Because of the sound of our wall clock.
The time keeps ticking
Every second
You see how busy nature is
Why sitting without labouring?
Don't choose comfort
At the age of labour
Then you gonna labour
At the age of comfort.
If you don't roll the dice
You won't see the outcome
If you don't pay the price
You won't get it or there
Time waits for nobody
But there's time for everyone
That's putting in the work.
I ordered a free-standing cabinet,
Despite having known in advance
It needed to be
Put together by me
And my husband, who viewed it askance.
All the pieces were labeled quite clearly,
As was each tiny bag filled with screws,
So we read the brochure,
Not quite feeling secure,
Yet we thought we had nothing to lose.
As we struggled to follow instructions,
Which had steps listed 1 up to 10,
We repeated our vow
That we’d finish this now
But we never would do it again.
At the end, just a couple of hours
Was the time that it took to complete.
Still, it wasn’t much fun,
Though once it was all done,
I felt proud we’d not bowed to defeat.
The dogs are unfettered in this pen
It’s big enough for an army of a hundred and ten
No one has to wear a leash or be tied
The yard is long, the pen is wide
Still, I feel guilty leaving them here
Why this is, is in no way clear
They are safe here, they cannot chase cars
Yet leaving them here gives me anguish and scars
I have no idea why I feel this way
But I sit in the pen with them every day
This silly guilt I probably should not have
Yet I sit here, stone-faced, feeling bad.
I gather my fragments like stars in the night,
Each shard holds a memory, dimmed but still bright.
Some pieces I cherish, some I let go—
The weight of their presence is no longer in tow.
With patience and purpose, I forge something new,
Not quite what I was, but steadfast and true.
Each crack tells a story of falling and rise,
Each mend makes me stronger, each break makes me wise.
My edges are different, some smooth and some raw,
But this is my beauty, my strength, and my law:
That breaking is not the ending, but chance to begin—
To build something stronger from all that has been.
When you throw things into a storage shed
You are spending money on rent every month
Sometimes for years
Finally, you decide to look the stuff over
None of this was anything you should have kept or paid rent on
At one time we had three storage lockers in three states
It took me three weeks to clean them out
What I decided to keep fit into a small purse
Another drop of wine,
it’ll mask my recent crime
To find peace in the smoke
helps replace the things I’ve broke
To enter into his bed
paves an exit from my head
A mirror on the wall,
highlighting the tragedy of it all
The tightening grip,
running down to my hips
The water from my eyes
birthed from the darkest of skies
Whispers in the night that you never forget
like the sun at its rise and at its set
Feet on the ground but you’re not really here
and who’ll be there at the return to hold you, dear?
Conversations with people I never even knew
they give you their reasons, yet none ring true
Who's to say you’ve tried your best
if it’s only you with the keys to your secret treasure chest?
September 10 Praises to God Bible Meditations Based on Ezekiel 37-39
Key Verse – Ezekiel 37:6 And I will lay sinews upon you, and will bring up flesh upon you, and cover you with skin, and put breath in you, and ye shall live; and ye shall know that I am the LORD.
PRAISE BE TO GOD FOR PUTTING BREATH IN US
Praise be to God for putting breath in us to:
Redeem us by His grace along His mercy
Refresh us with His goodness and might
Restore us toward His guarded molding
Revitalize us against grievous misery
Revive us for grand ministry
Ezekiel 38:23 Praise be to the Lord for magnifying Himself:
Manifesting His majesty and magnificence
Melting our masks of mythical mentality
Mentoring over our mobility’s motives
Mounting toward His miracles
Monitoring our morality
Ezekiel 39:13 Praise be to the Saviour for
inspiring us to glorify Him against:
Polluting problems
Prideful perversions
Propelling powerlessness
Purposefulness’ proddings
Preferences presenting no peace. Amen!
September 10, 2024
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