This is not A.I.
Up there in the darken sky
Where astronauts fly
Accomplishing a heavenly ride
Pictures they took
Perfect for the global Instagram scrapbook
Allowing everyone a peek
Admiring the skyrocketing pecking cheek
Isn’t that sweet?
Reflecting upon the spaceship heat
Duet rekindling a romance
And dance
Expressing galactic vows
Circulating the day end bow
Performing a musical tune
Artemis waltzes around the illuminating moon
Ready to depart
Softening the international diplomatic heart
Exclaiming ‘gee’
Both stating ‘do you love me’
Heading home and everybody will see
Sporting Saturn rings
Showing off souvenir bling
Fore who completed a mission
Proving someone’s scientific vision
Life does exist throughout the stars
And we are proud to know who they are
We traveled as the bunnies hop,
hopping the moon without a stop.
When the stars shine bright, he's on top.
Tic-tac-toe, we go,
finding love at a faster pace.
I love the ribbon, silk, and lace.
I love staring into his face.
It was passing snow.
connie pachecho
1/20/26
closed curtains
morning grey peeking
door closing
At the very cusp of winter dawn,
Before the sun wake from slumber,
The narrow alleys lay bare and silent,
The moon slowly fade from existence.
It is at this hour when feet hit gravel,
Rushed steps race against time.
The winds carry distant heartbeats,
That of a woman barely nineteen.
The youth of her fragile soul,
Thunders against her bosom,
As she nears the clock tower,
Holding testaments across time.
A man barely out of youth,
Slips out of the shadows,
Their fingers barely grazing,
His own heart raging still.
A change of hands for the epistle,
Delicate letters weaving tales,
Of those not to be spoken in daylight,
Finding refuge in the solitude of night.
Everyone has their ups and downs
sometimes you win sometimes you lose
come to a crossroads there's no knowing
which is the best path to choose
funny how the way to work gets longer every day
while the road to you is shorter by a mile
it don't make me late it's not the job I hate
and thoughts of you always always make me smile
but about my boss there's really nothing nice to say
with his workers working hard at not working at all
my co-workers shirkers lurkers each and every one
but then I have you to look forward to
when the daily race is run
and the working day is done
everyone has their ins and outs
some days are good some days are bad
go out on a limb and there's no telling
it may be the best day you ever had
everyone wants a happy ending
and I look forward to our rendezvous
my heart knows which route to go
it only shows the road to you
Meet me I'll be waiting
Rendezvous at Black Cat Cafe in Paris
~ I'll wear my red beret
Wordku: 5-7-5 words
AP: Honorable Mention 2025
On a quiet Sunday,
when the world hums softly,
I find myself tangled in thoughts,
the weight of yesterday's shadows pressing down,
and light filtering through the curtains
feels foreign against my heavy heart.
I sit on the edge of our bed,
watching you breathe,
wondering...
can we fall in love again?
Can we piece together this beautiful mess,
woven with laughter and echoes in every corner?
You've witnessed the darkness
that wraps around my mind,
the days lost in fog,
the nights of silent tears,
and I wonder if you still see me;
the girl who danced with dreams
before the world stole my grace.
Can we traverse this landscape,
rediscovering joy in the mundane?
Let's wander through our memories,
revisit moments when love felt effortless,
and laugh at our stumbles,
lost in the rhythm of our hearts.
So here I am,
vulnerable and bare,
asking softly...
can we fall in love again?
Can we weave a tapestry that embraces
the complexities of who we are?
Let's take it slow,
allow this Sunday light to nurture us,
and as we navigate this journey,
I hold onto hope
that love can rise again,
resilient as dawn breaking after a long night.
Cold and running out of light,
a winter's afternoon seems
to gather the last few things
to put on view -
clouds hurrying across the sky
with shapes that suggest a face
or a butterfly
and hanging just above
the rooftops, the pale outline
of a daylight moon.
And the mood
of a late afternoon settles here too
in the long shadows cast
by words across a page
through which the mind
passes, seeking out something
to attach to, the glow
of its own moon,
a flickering memory looking
for a breath
and ahead, lodged somewhere
in the coming dark, a small,
indistinct blur, closing in
towards a rendezvous.
Rendezvous
The youngish woman sitting near the window
in the train, looks pale and too slim
Stroking her throat, I think she has tuberculosis
on her way to the sanatorium
"The Camelia dame"?
Her lover will sit beside her as she coughs blood
into a silk handkerchief and whisper words of love
As the train slows down, she looks into her hand
mirror, apply lipstick and rouge, and pick up her bag
She looks beautiful
The woman cast me a look, I nodded my head in
approval, every journey begins with a dream
A Cruel Twist of Fate
Silent rendezvous
Destiny’s cruel twist of fate
Lost chance forever
Love’s Chance
Whispered in the breeze
Meeting place but I’m alone
Love’s chance slips away
Empty Bench
Time slips through my hands
Empty bench—where did you go?
Heartache lingers on
*I wrote this poem on January 7, 2024, as part of a ’30 days of poetry’ January challenge. This was day 7 and the prompt was: Write a haiku about a missed rendezvous. I challenged myself further by writing three of them.
Her
prince
waited
by the sea
to etch her portrait
in powdery sands beside him
before nocturnal waves danced in sheer moonlight kisses;
Alas, too late in rendezvous, she captured his evanescent silhouette no more.
in morning light
sunlit curls in rendezvous
with the wind
13 October 2023
Orchard of rosy apples, ripe and sweet,
gleaming radiance in picturesque fields.
trees weighed down in the bounty treat,
gifts wrapped in love, reckoning yields
squashy white flesh in crimson shields.
cute plump cheeks, clustered ruby balls.
Who painted them red? brimming galore
in shadow of summer, an autumn befalls.
Bushels and cartons teeming to the store,
the golden and green, delicious ever more.
Joy plucked and picked in scarlet glitter,
wind, frost and rain tempered all through.
enchanting aroma of cinnamon in butter
with baskets of apples, it's picnic, Yahoo!
Solace of a sanctuary, sweet rendezvous.
To go as promptly
As longing can.
Two sparked feeling-forms.
A lightning storm's!
Held back, no more, in
Waiting for it.
Fear, overcautious
To be nauseous.
Frustrates, does ever
And heart and soul
The real self; of Love
Sanctified above.
The past was filled with so much joy,
Like it was just the two of us, oh boy.
Where there seemed to be no end to our affection and fun,
Our story seemed to have just begun.
But unexpectedly, we drifted apart,
Hoping that the past could restart.
Even so, you're still my favorite memory,
So I'll wait for you at our rendezvous, patiently.
I can't settle for just memories of us,
I can't bear to see you with someone else, it's a fuss.
So let's try to fix this, let's make it right,
I don't want our story to fade into the night.
Wipe away the tears that fall from our eyes,
Forget the wounds inflicted by others' lies.
Come, let's start a new chapter, you and me,
But this time, nothing will hinder, nothing will be.
Because I can't bear to be away from you,
To see you find happiness with someone new.
Let's discuss this between just the two of us,
Hoping against chaos, still holding onto trust.
For you are the constant scream of my heart,
When will I feel your embrace, a new start?
I long for you, oh how I yearn,
Your name is the only thing my heart will forever churn.
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