Wouldn’t it be sad to live without
A little hope to understand
What our immortal soul’s about
To recognize and represent?
And who would say “Good morning, dear
How’s the forecast on BBC?
I sense the damp in atmosphere
Draw back the curtain, let me see”
And who would answer “Yes, you’re right
It’s drizzling, but the sky gets clearer
How was your blood glucose last night?
No shooting up and down, my dear?”
What actors could’ve played that action?
The voice of yours, your smiling face
Mean more than childlike mind abstraction
We used to cherish in our faith
And what it’s like, remains obscure
But I suppose, “there are more things”
If you could come to reassure
I’ll hear from afar your rings..
I remember the nights
when the sound of your voice
would caress my soul and reassure me.
The gentle warmth of your words
would embrace me and convince me
that everything would be alright.
AP: Honorable Mention 2026
The internet is down so I decide to go “old school”
I have conjured up a notebook and a black pen
Come on, I encourage myself, you used to do this all the time
My fingers are itching to type
We have typed every poem for the past seven years
You can do it! I reassure them
The right hand picks up the pen
What do I do? My left hand queries in a sad way
You get to hold the notebook down, I reply
Tried to sound reassuring and enthusiastic
We both know it’s a mundane creepy job
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A jay sat on the window ledge
Of the building opposite mine
She sang aloud in good range
Sounding astoundingly fine
Her wordless song I heard in dreams
Minutes before awakening
That melody was blazed in beams
I cannot be mistaken in
That it was you, who came along
To sing a song for me
To reassure I’m not alone
And you are here to see
How I’ll be doing through the day
Another day that goes
Without you, my singing jay
With song that needs no words
The journalists are doing badly,
The journalists are doing well,
The world is going badly,
Our heads are sponges
That they press without remorse,
The children are doing badly,
People are cynical,
People are doing badly,
What will the future be?
The cops are doing badly,
The bakers are bad,
Julie Gayet is doing badly,
My blood sugar is rising,
It’s raining in Paris,
As every day,
The Parisians are doing badly,
The journalists are doing badly,
The journalists are doing well,
The Bretons are doing badly,
The dead are so bad,
Le Goff is going badly
The nights are too long,
who to trust?
Coco Gauff is doing badly,
The poets are doing badly
The French are doing so badly,
As much as the Chileans,
The world is going badly,
The cinema is going badly,
The young people are doing badly,
Only my books reassure me,
I look at them with love,
They are my real friends.
I’m unprepared for spring each time
It comes, always abruptly
My plans are dying on the vine
I can’t detail them aptly
I take the clumsiest of ways
Procrastinate and ponder
Why there’s no goal for me to chase
The more I sit and wonder
The less of sense comes out of this
And you can’t be around
To reassure me with a kiss
That it’s just spring abound.
Mother hears a choir singing,
or so she tells us from her hospice bed,
she also hears the church bells ringing
to mark the trailhead ~
farther on the path she knows leads home.
She is content with the life she’s known,
with few regrets she packs her bags to move
to her celestial home built so long ago,
Mother says the angels reassure her there is nothing left to prove,
come greet your friends and family in heavenly tableau.
Above these darker grown
Piny-shady woods
That, deeper, for its bears'
Hideout, enclosed in
Greatest of the great unknowns
Out-stares. Need more gin?
Only what reflects it
For this campfire's sparks
Goes out. As high tracked of
Homey, reassure
We, round about, in friendship
Warmer show its lure.
Mindset
You can do
Whatever you set your mind to do
It starts as just a thought
Bring it to life
You can do it
Just do it right
Hype yourself up
You deserve the hype
Its all in what you seek
And you will find
Sometimes you got to reset your mind
Mindset
Mindcheck
With that comes respect
(Repeat 1x)
You can have an idea
Thats great
Please don't hesitate
You don't need to reassure
You got this
Go ahead and rock this
Don't sit on your dreams
Manifest them by all means
Don't stop
Keep going
Watch your blessings start overflowing
Where am I going
Over and beyond
Fulfill my passion with a lot of fun
Its just begun
My time
And it all started with my mind
Mindset
Mindcheck
With that comes respect
(Repeat 1x)
Set your mind
On go
Progress comes
Even if its slow
(Repeat 1x)
Mindset
Mindcheck
With that comes respect
(Repeat until chorus fades )
Written by Concetta Hardnett
01/25/2026
When you first sang that song I loved,
I was so captivated, I knew in that moment
You were always meant to be my beloved.
I felt a release from years of feeling spent.
You didn't even know it, but I was waiting
For anyone to sing it to me with the intention
To reassure I'm worthy of someone forgiving
Me for mistakes I rather never mention.
Whenever you sing at all, I feel speechless.
I may seem spaced out, but you impress me.
Your voice suits your sweet handsomeness.
I just want to harmonize with you, to just be.
Whenever I listen to that song on repeat,
I have a fond smile that frees me from rue,
As well as warmth from my head to my feet.
I'll love you for as long as you love me too.
Spiritual — and Unspoken —
They drift — as Winds — that roam —
Too soft — for Ear — to gather —
Yet certain — as a Home —
They tried — in Vesper Shadows —
To find You — where You hid —
Behind the Mortal Silences —
Where Souls keep what they did —
They brushed — your Sleepless Shoulder —
As if to — Reassure —
That Breath — beyond all Breathing —
Knows more — than we endure —
The Phumatics — faint Messengers —
From Realms we cannot name —
Arrive — without Announcement —
Depart — without a Claim —
Yet still — their subtle Footsteps —
Across your Spirit move —
A Language — never spoken —
But understood — by Love.
Though our love feels so timeless,
There is never enough time spent.
Though you promise our love is endless,
I question it 'cause of who came and went.
Though my heart is big and wide open,
I also bottle up worries of if we'll ever end.
Though I always welcome you to my den,
I'm unsure if you approve, even as a friend.
Though I am always happy with you here,
Sometimes on the phone I'm easily upset.
Though I will reassure you and make it clear,
At times I need you to see thru empty threat.
Though I'm a woman with a unique mind,
My inner voice is both my heroine and critic.
Though I'm a woman who can be so kind,
Never take for granted how I am lovesick.
reflections of peace
coat petals in twilight’s tears
dewy eyed dreamer
dreaming of roses
gentle grace, lost in praises
comforting angels
wings of love, survive
snow on hills, enduring stars
blessings of starlight
wondering snowflakes
risk the fall, betraying hearts
who believe, thorns prick
lavender blushing
wind’s song rising in the hills
restoring lost souls
glistening flurries
reassure the worried heart
forever in song
roses trembling, soft
like the fresh snow, falling soft
clouds of grace and charm
winter roses call
quiet as the stars, dazzling
dreams still breathe, sweet peace
We come into this world, just inklings of the people
We will one day be, little lights – like stars
Reflecting what God has for us, so many possibilities
"All we have to decide is what to do with the time that is given us."
Will we light up the world with our smiles?
Will we throw caution to the wind with our visions?
Will we send joy into the broken and the maimed?
Will we destroy the darkness with our gentle?
We come, hoping to grow into our purpose
Find the meaning, the reason, the intention
We come, without expectation for perfection
Knowing we’ll mess up, make the wrong choice
We come, knowing the angels are watching,
Ever revealing the light at the edge of each shadow
The abundance of a love that lasts throughout forever
Reminding us why we are here, and things come together,
Assuring our souls that we’ll know the One who silences
All the fears living inside of us…. Yes, we come into this world, unknowing spirits
who’re told by the One who created us to show the world
That love is real… and He sent us to reassure – He is ever near!
I hear noises no one else can hear
at two a.m. I woke up my husband dear
there is something alive in the middle room
I cannot sleep there; he takes out a broom
Comes back later to reassure me
Nothing is in there that I hear or can see
I take his word for this and go back inside
There’s something noisy, and it sure can hide.
It makes noises like it is punching its way out
I wake up my husband with a screechy shout
He investigates and the creature is quiet as the dead
I refuse to go back in there or use that bed
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