Be gentle with your self
you’ve been strong and courageous through drama
your troubled heart’s deserving harmony
Wordku: 5-7-5 words
AP: 2nd place 2025
“Day dreams lay dead in dreams, but when life is breathed into them, they soar beyond the boundaries of success.”
— Poet
My dream is to be great in life,
That all I touch shall turn to gold,
And melt like butter on hot knife.
Thus my reward shall be tenfold,
Full of thriving, less of strife,
Grow finer, like a wine brewed old~
That buds find its rhythm in fife,
A belief I hold in heart bold.
So surprising it becomes,
When I dreamt this dream in dreams,
And dance to its beats on drums,
Then its true essence truly gleams,
And its true purpose it sums.
Its starkness guided by beams,
As if life's dreams are like ripe plums,
That come as easy as they seem,
Such that to no loss it succumbs.
True dreams are fulfilled in sleeps,
And not drowned in dwams' dams,
Where doubt constantly creeps,
To make dreams appear as shams,
Yet my life-dream still peeps
Through this life's tangled jams,
To a place no one weeps,
And free from dreams' logjams.
Generosity is a beautiful trait
karmic law will gladly reward it multifold
~ start by offering your smile
Wordku: 5-7-5 words
You made me Dauntless
Part of me is half full and empty
Like a right-handed person trying to be lefty
Trying to scribble down the chaotic memory
Of the hurt I got from ignoring me totally
I try to break my own rules and standards
‘Cause I thought you’re the ace in a card
I dive too deep into the false hope reward
I just realized that you are a real coward
Late-night talks and calls are useless.
You changed instantly and left me clueless.
I threw away the feelings too effortlessly
It made me confident, braver, and dauntless
I’m fed up with trying to make things keep going
It’s you who stops holding and believing
I’ll never let myself fall again for nothing
‘Cause often looks and words are deceiving
What is risk if not an invitation
to break through our existing stagnation.
We have given up our precious freedom
and invited in a life of boredom.
Could coincidences in life be clues?
Are they hints, the direction we should choose?
Should we unleash the habits of our past?
Should we break them like chains, take risks at last?
Our fear has imprisoned us in the known,
stealing from us rewards of the unknown.
The known is comfort and security.
Unknowns’ reward is creativity.
Go to where creativity exists.
There’s no reward without taking the risk.
at one with nature
the sun sets on the weary ~
reward for hard work
in every life
a little rain must fall
rainbows the reward
AP: Honorable Mention 2025
peel me an orange
sweet reward beneath the pith~
life's like an orange
ContestA fruity haiku
Sponsored by: Tania Kitchin
Contest Judged: June 13th, 2025 4:54:00 PM
Placement: Third
Feeling pulse
Rhythmic pull
Thud and ache
A simple tool
She lays so still
Pale soft and clear
A red painted lip
Finds man's one weakness
Her body firm explore
I learn
Softer still I find warmth and joy
As urges pull between soft wet glow
Grabbing hard hips laced in silk
Pulse explodes in desires thrill
Body one a thrilling Humm
I've become her favorite toy
Drips hold until water flows
Drowning sweet
Until thirst unfolds
The Door of Uncertainty
what's behind it, no one knows
the places it will lead you or
the opportunities it holds
The Door of Uncertainty
will you twist it's knob
or will you leave it untouched
scared for what could be behind
The Door of Uncertainty
a place of unknown
but,
if no one takes the risk
how are we gonna know
The Door of Uncertainty
where one finds their power
to push oneself forward
into a future uncovered
The Door of Uncertainty
a risk versus reward situation
take the leap of faith or
suffer the inner condemnation
The Door of Uncertainty
what was once frightening
became a place full of
defying
in which one discovered the uncertain
was inviting
There is so much this world can offer
But “been there, done that” settles in
There is no need for us to scoffer
At ones' stay put and “hasn’t been”
Think you have seen the earthly beauty
When hitting trodden tourist paths?
Come to big cities, gleaming snooty
Yet never try to take bypass
Bunch ways less travelled, places hidden
The shores, the mountains – take pick
They are wide open, not forbidden
Drive on dirt road to get a kick
We seldom see unspoiled beauty
With eyes so tired of TV
Before you leave, make it your duty
Watch starry sky, because it’s free
Let autumn leaves be quilt aglowing
On which you cannot leave a mark
To Nature’s mastery be bowing
Spectator sole, bewildered stark
To sit and listen, forest speaking
With jumbled words of rustling spigs
Lo, smell the wind, aromas streaking
Of flowers, water, fungi, twigs
Sunset at desert, small bonfire
They put one’s mind in gear shift
Important things you thought of prior
All take back seat so “tout de suite”
No one is coming spoil the moment
Yours to imbibe, save evermore
That’s what you get, as your bestowment
For sneaking out through backdoor
May 13, 2024
Brownie, elf, faeries, pixies and small root sprout
In this meadow are twirling, whirling, and dancing about
Showing the green dragon a magical escape route
Leading him to freedom, without a doubt
They left behind a grumpy gnome in a pout
He was angry because his left foot had the gout
Suddenly they heard him give a gigantic shout
He had caught an enormous rainbow trout
The trout’s head was huge, his wiggling body stout
He thrashed in the water, but had not clout
Gnome struggled all day to pull that giant fish out
Could not wait to show it to his friend, tiny root sprout
An out-of-money experience
Is almost like existing without an essence
This period is one so awful
No money, no elation, just doleful
The money in your bank is broke
The money in your hand is nil
Who to call that is not broke?
Who would give without being left nil?
One too many is the responsibility
One too many is the workload
Little to nothing is the payload
Little to nothing is the mobility
A sluggard off another's dough thrives all good
A bilker thru' bilkering gets all rich good
He, a worker, gets less luck and cash at a distant range
Why should this be? he finds so strange
Should the reward for a scammer be being rich?
The scammer ought not remain being rich
Should the reward for a worker be being broke?
The worker ought not remain being broke
Deep blue sky spreads far and wide
Clear scenery with no where to hide
Destinations in mind, walking on the road
Carrying a time filled heavy load
Faith born courage within every step made
Seeking the light, while sitting in the shade
All that matters is continuing to try
Keeping positive thoughts from hanging out to dry
Knowing all the while, there is a purpose to fulfill
Learning from when flat ground turned to hill
Reflections of loss burn like flames in memory
Spread across the country, mountains and sea
Through all the dark valleys, lost and alone
There is always a light through everything shown
The light overpowers that which has gone wrong
If only a speck, a note to a beautiful song
This song is eternal life, playing now in each breath,
with reward of applause from the angels at death
Heidi Sands
6/15/24
(C)opyright
This is what it is like?
Is this my reward?
What I deserve.
Devoted and hard working
Back is breaking
Cage me
Wrestle
Tug and tie this bow we have held together
All this time
Cut you
Lose you
Lose this sight
Lose these thoughts
You're nothing but a hinderance to me
Wish you weren't here
Wish you weren't born
Wish you weren't mine
In my life
Get gone and lose this lifeline
That I call you mine
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