history has a way of repeating, that should never of been changed in the first place
MYSTAKES
Mystakes…Misteaks…Mistakes
made everywhere by everyone;
13. A misjudgment of memory in what was wrote down
3. A errror of sintax in computer coding
6. A falt in a car’s nackered engine
9. A discrepancy in a shop’s cash office readout
11. A problem with line memorisation as an actor perform onstage
8. A slip-up on a drunken night out
2. A inaccuracy of a burette measurement in a science exam
5. A mix-up of paytients in surgery operations
12. A long forgotten deadline for a university assignment
4. A blunder of five hundred doomed men charging into battle in the wrong direction
10. A miscalculation in clockwork chronometry
7. A lapse in concentration as a lunch order is given to the wrong customer in a cafe
14. A misjudgment of memory in what was wrote down
1. A oversight in gramma and speling in a poem
Mystakes made everywhere by
everyone but nobody learns from it.
HERE WE GO AGAIN
FROM TRUMP THE SAME OLD REFRAIN
IRAN BOMBS WILL RAIN
he was bewitched by the beauty so fast, we knew
she must have been a Southern witch from Al-Be-Que
he met her one night by the light of the moon
in no time she had his heart dialed to swoon
we could not talk him out of being mesmerized
it was like our cousin was completely hypnotized
we warned him, she’ll be gone the day after Halloween
He said he did not care, he wanted his beauty queen
Halloween night we saw them holding hands
They locked their arms, down by the sands
You just see we told each other, she’ll be gone after Halloween
That night they both left together, and were never again seen
Stop refreshing the screen.
Their name wont show, or be highlighted.
Stop scrolling through the old texts.
It wont bring them back.
Stop staring at them,
They wont look back at you.
You shouldn’t have to beg for attention.
You shouldn’t have to change the color of your eyes,
for them to see you.
You shouldn’t have to increase the volume of your music to drown out the overthinking.
You shouldn’t have to speak in their cøde for them to
End up not understanding you.
Do not be the romantic waltz to their messy tango.
They didn’t notice then, why would they notice now?
You shouldn’t have to
U
N
D
R
E
S
S
For them to see the real you.
Because the real you isn’t just your flesh.
You shouldn’t have to train them to treat you how you want,
Just for you to end up the circus clown.
You shouldn’t have to change your vocal cords just to
Harmonize one note with them.
You shouldn’t have to provide the effort.
You shouldn’t have to,
But you do.
Because that’s what we call
Love.
Do I sleep when am upright?
A heavenly day and a beautiful life,
A day I live again and again.
Though the office, as we talk,
Or is it just a sleep walk?
A true experience that I see,
That vapour over my afternoon tea.
Or maybe a lived emotion,
Or merely just a practiced motion,
On repeat, till it maybe be,
That I have an odd, rare instance
Of lucidity, dreamless, sleepless,
A realization of my existence,
Voidless, transparency.
But here I go back to sleep,
Into that dream, into the deep
That plays over and over on repeat.
There’s something called repetitive behavior.
There’s something called listening to a song at night.
Again, and it feels like scooping ice cream so easily.
When I don’t have the strength in real life.
And freezer burn usually hits at the worst time.
When I listen to the same song 20 times…
It becomes a gemstone that is smoothed out.
And it feels like- I’m on stilts and not fumbling this time.
It’s like taking back a speck of “trying to get them to understand.”
No grimacing.
Instead, I place a scented eye mask over my eyes.
It’s more than “Again.”
It’s me moving up in line a little bit more and cheering.
That eye mask is lavender and the song is boldly reminiscent.
There’s something called repetitive behavior.
Lives with me in the folds of my mind.
It’s more than “Again.”
It never felt like “Again.”
Just me standing on higher stilts.
Just for fun this time.
Die to yourself
Pick up your cross
Thy heart deceives
Die to yourself
Listen with intent
To Word received
Die to yourself
Lay burdens bare
upon the alter
Die to yourself
Hands folded
when you falter
Die to yourself
Crestfallen at His feet
Die to yourself
Rinse, lather, and repeat
My wife and I had triplets!
(Like. Heart)
I just had tapas in Barcelona!
(Like. Heart)
I love flowers!
(Like. Heart)
I cleaned my house today!
(Like. Heart)
Mandalas are cool!
(Like. Heart)
My cat cuffed up a hair ball.
(Like. Heart)
I ran the Boston marathon and came second!
(Like. Heart)
I love blueberry-Amaretto cheesecake.
(Like. Heart)
Our democracy is in peril.
(Like. Heart)
I was mugged on my way to Belize.
(Like. Heart)
I cannot afford healthcare.
(Like. Heart)
I do not like heart operations.
(Like. Heart)
***~~***
The Towel Bar Angel
would thus advise ...
“Be careful of washing
in what you despise
“A tap awaits you
at every turn
“To leave you drowning
the moment spurned”
The Towel Bar Angel
to hang and wait ...
And dry all bias
that drips with hate
Protect your words
from speech that mars
And stay fresh bathed
— in who you are
(The New Room: December, 2025)
What can I say that hasn’t been said
Is there really original thought in head
Form an opinion and it’s likely not unique
As humans are flawed and we rinse repeat
We are a product of Adam and Eve
Nothing new here to repent and read
Don’t fly away so fast,
Your goodness inscribed deep in my heart.
No cardiograph can peep,
Yet your prints are set in indelible ink.
Good news lifts my stride,
Prayers answered beneath your quiet veil.
Good health cradles my soul,
Bones strong, blood running clear.
Days like this won’t evanesce—
Held close as light in a locket—
Kept with love in my mind,
Where no force on earth can dim its shine.
Tarry, beautiful day,
Curb your full-winged, hasty departure.
Drift not, though you have fins,
And vanish not—if you can’t return.
Repeat this joy, again,
Don’t let your inner gleam ever wane.
Remake the calendar—
Crown your date the only date of my days.
Zookeepers have the best jobs
They're surrounded by animals of every kind
~ Noah's number on speed dial
Wordku: 5-7-5 words
AP: Honorable Mention
A sexaholic
I am under a dark spell
I enjoy the pain
Man, there we were sitting in the front row,
this one night now a fantasy come true.
There is no way we could begin to know
in that moment what we would need to do.
A backstage pass you were able to go,
Prince let you in I had to fret and stew.
The Artist's spontaneous meet and greet,
woke up now I want a real life repeat.
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