Questionable Quacking Quivers
Quite Quickly and Curiously Quelled Queen Clue.
Quince-making Quietly Claimed the Kitchen
As Quacking Quivers Questioned Quiet Guests.
Quite Curiously Queen Clue quintessentially cried
As Quince-making in Question quizzically commanded
Quacking Quivers to Quickly quell their Quiet cousins
Querying Quiet Queens to Quiz Curious Questioners.
The moment begins,
and every face ahead
leaves a trace unseen.
The silent exchanges gather
within the fragile self.
With every passing glance,
a slight shift settles.
A mind that reflects
unnoticed impressions
moves toward a thought
it believes its own.
Light does not return untouched
some parts always stay,
absorbed without notice.
Behind each decision
a thousand quiet influences wait,
aligning the final step
Should be worried and scared
You've got Dr.Jeckyll-Mr.Hyde personality
Too often unreliable and unpredictable
Yet you've somehow got a trustworthy quality
AP: Honorable Mention 2025
I trust you.
Or, at least I think I do.
I’m not sure anymore.
You say I can,
you say you promise,
you say you swear.
But I’m not sure I believe you.
You speak with someone I hate,
you buddy up with someone terrible,
you plan with a vile person.
You say you’re playing him.
You say you love me.
You say you don’t mean,
anything you say to him.
But why not tell me?
Why let me find out from him?
Why let me gain the knowledge,
from the very person I despise,
rather than the one I love.
I know I should trust you.
I know I should listen to you.
I know I should ignore him.
But you didn’t tell me things,
I should’ve known in the first place.
You let find out,
from a man that is evil.
You let me question your loyalty,
all because why?
You “didn’t think I would want to know”?
I love you,
I truly do.
But my trust is teetering,
on such a small ledge,
I’m unsure if I’ll be able to prevent it,
from falling to the depths of doubt.
True knowledge vs false = Science’s interpretation.
Old knowledge vs NOW = Growth’s explanation.
Knowable knowledge vs the unknowable = Wisdom’s poetry.
Creativity vs Reality = Religion’s reinterpretation.
Belief versus faith equals brainwashing on a massive hypnotic scale.
Sect vs class = Self-governing power-hungry survival of the richest.
The tangible vs the intangible = Parallel Universes.
Dreams vs being awake = Being alive!
Sleep vs, DEATH, the Big Sleep = what?
(Alternative title: "ARt MEdDler’s Interpretation of the Universe")
ever really knowing
if I'm coming or going
meanwhile
what am I to do with you
as somewhat akin
under the skin
yet now quite skint
but taking a sprint
and just for fun
making a dummy run
if I may say
it's leave or stay
quite the conundrum
of all things the sum
but when it's said and done
of the be and end-all none
for should you ever think of me
tho' unruly I could be
there's more to life than this
and banter's what I truly miss
not so much the rinky-dink
as everything including the kitchen sink
Scientists say we have neanderthal genes,
and that set me to wondering
what all this interbreeding really means -
was it the result of rape and plundering?
The homosapiens made rocks into tools
and were smarter than neanderthals by half,
but neanderthals were willing to play the fools,
and she said, "he makes me laugh".
Quote By Poet "The word Why makes the world go round."
When we first start to speak,
we first learn to say three words.
Mommy~daddy and no,
that was not for me.
My first word was very questionable,
since it was why.
I asked and wanted to know about why,
why was very important to me as a toddler and child.
Guess some things never change,
I still use the questionable word why all the time.
How much has to be experienced, for any of us to actually see?
Must we be blinded by illusion, or a veil of secrecy?
Can we only listen carefully, and survive this remedy?
Or do we need more senses to concur with, that can agree?
Maybe this kind of corroboration, is just wasted redundancy?
Or has the environment become so clouded, to verify any reality?
Should we just rely on obtuse faith, without the material
observationally?
Seems to me that the truth can survive, the multiple anomalies.
...If not for an obscure "if"
we simply and forever
we would have "been" blissful...
To be quite honest the letter “Q”
Details are the most difficult to share
“Q” has deep seeded personal issues
That many are not aware
“Q”suffers with separation anxiety
Dependancy and jealousy too
“Q”does nothing whatsoever
Without “Q’s” beloved “U”
Yes “Q” is in love with “U” also
As is “Q’s” rival “W”
Though “Q’s” relationship with “U” is toxic
As “Q” is unable to function without “U”
“U” sits by “Q’s” side faithfully
So “Q” can function and thrive
“Q “ will live a fulfilled alphabet life
As long as “U” is forever by “Q’s” side
Before you say hello say goodbye
To all those negatives and displaced tears In your eyes
Before you come you should go, go away
That way when you come you'll be here, here to stay always
So goodbye no hello
Go away no stay
To all those negatives and displaced tears to those miscourage
And all those overwhelming fears
Nothing is something I would rather do with him.
Anything is also something I would rather do with him.
In those moments I’m so focused on him that the days rush by, not meandering in a gooey haze.
Everything is blending together now. The days and weeks. April is a wash.
I’ve been high a lot lately, but it’s mainly to pass the time.
I am so motivated to do nice things for him. To cook and clean and appreciate.
It’s hard to do anything and not think of him.
I’ll grow and be productive without him.
But I’ll wish he was by my side.
I can lay in bed and waste the day too.
But I’ll remember the feel of his skin against mine. And miss it.
There’s no way out of my desire to be around him. To feel him.
Why can’t he allow that to happen; allow my compulsion?
Make this a pleasant experience?
God damn it.
I don’t want reciprocity.
Just let me feel and explore.
I want more, don’t know how to do without.
His touch is electric, powers me forward, and I’ll go on for weeks.
Can’t imagine letting go now; I just want to grow now.
Let me touch you and get mine.
A beautiful face is for all to see
A beautiful Soul is invisible
NO WEDDING BAND, OR RINGS
THEY BOTH ARE NOT WEARING
WHAT HAPPENED?
A LONG-TERM MARRIAGE AFTER DECADES OF YEARS
JUST IN A RELATIONSHIP
NO GENUINE VACATIONS
NO WALK IN THE PARKS
A LONG TERM MARRIAGE
WASTED IN THE DARK?
SOME GREAT DAYS IN THE PAST
AS EARLIER IN THE DAYS
SOME BAD DAYS OVERWEIGHED THE GOOD
A MIXTURE OF EMOTIONS
CARRIED ON BY FEELINGS
IS IT JUST A MARRIAGE EXISTING?
OR, NOT REALLY LIVING?
PEACE, LOVE, JOY
PRAYERS FOR THE TWO
FINDING LOVE AGAIN
IS THE MARRIAGE ENDED?
HURT AND PAINS
CALLING OUT OF NAMES
GRIEF AND UNFORGIVENESS
FOR THE ONE
IS IT TIME TO MOVE ON?
BOTH HAS LEFT
IN AN UNKNOWN WAY
A RING REPLACED
A DIAMOND IS GIVEN
NOW ONE IS REALLY LIVING.
LIFE GOES ON
NO TIME TO WASTE
YEARS PASSING BY
NEVER TOO LATE
HAPPINESS, JOY, PEACE WITHIN
A SMILE WORTH-WHILE
AMEND.
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