For my sweet Claire, Caedon, Colton, and Scarlett
This for you is a promise ring –
let me tell you what it means.
A reminder that you are always loved –
no matter how hard life may seem.
That I love you, and so do others –
that your love that your best and your worst.
And you love to love just as much as I do –
but please promise to love yourselves first!
These rings that I made mean forever –
(forever) have your own space in my heart.
And forever I'll always be with you –
Yes, that's even when we're far apart.
Now lastly I give you this symbol [Vegvisir] –
(which is) a promise all in its own.
No matter how lost you may find yourself –
That you will always find your way home!
I love you SO much! Never ever forget! Love, Mommy
(And Aunt Chelsea)
What is a ripple
without its rhythm?
a ripple is an echo seen,
an echo is a ripple heard,
a scent is an echo breathed,
a taste is an echo swallowed,
a crease is an echo touched,
a shimmer is an echo lit,
a shadow is an echo left,
a tremor is an echo felt.
strings hum when plucked,
bells ring when struck,
silence quivers
to reveal its glimmers
want listens for faint echoes of memories
pulsing in the hollow spiral chamber
of an empty conch shell.
There’s a kind of power in my failure.
Like a bell that always rings inside me.
Not too loud, but at the same time,
its echo feels like a song teaching me
that failure is but a phase.
It makes the world unpredictable.
It rings when I fall,
as if it's a sign I will rise.
It rings when I cry.
Yet when I hold a pen and paper
and write my pain out,
it barely makes a sound ,
like a bell too shy to ring.
So, I let it ring in its own time,
like it always gives me a chance to be me.
Yet on those days it rang,
it showed me that I was here,
and made me turn failure into a song,
a melody that lingers, uninvited yet welcomed.
They say the city’s full of tales
that prey on children come the night
I know not of urban fear
the forest is my home, my dear
A place where owls do hoot the night away
where cries ring out ‘til break of day
That curl the hair upon your arm ~
That teach you to pray you come to no harm
If I don't know the number ringing on my phone
let it ring, let it ring, I would rather be left alone
Too many spam calls come my way
for those folks got nothing to say
Don't want to hear a quick rich scheme anyway
or you need my account numbers to be safe today
I know who I know and my answer for them
stop calling me you will never win
Leave a voice mail, unheard I delete
interest none, won't listen to you speak
On a do not call list swear it triggers more
let my phone ring easy for me to ignore
Why don't the scammers get real jobs
with the time and work they put in to rob
prosperous in a honest life done right
than no need for me to turn my phone off at night.
Purple sapphire clouds
I never been to this world
I might buy that ring
Heart-shaped diamond ring
I will never break this heart
May this heart shine love
Perfect gift for a special one
Not at-random for just any ONE!
An indestructible expression
Of eternal ascension
Rightfully-fitting for loved ones, lovers, or between friends!
Band of eternal circle with neither flaw nor end.
Round and round – no corners to turn
Infinite lessons yet to learn
As all found within one’s circle closer become
To venture hidden corners, still yet to come
Hearts all beat and join as one!
Perfect expression of an infinite love
Between loved ones or friends joined above
Perfect emblem of an unbreakable pact
Contains not any pinching slits
Nor cutting splits
Remaining forever together intact
As strong as the unretractable pact
Or as strong as the forever-binding of a signed-contract,
The Rings are an emblem of Love’s Infinite Eternity
Reaching past and beyond one’s greater destiny…?
It was forty years ago,
I still regret that ring in the window.
It was champagne topaz,
a precious stone in the most gorgeous shade,
cut in a most unique shape,
round but not quite,
a most subtle oval.
It was forty years ago,
I still regret that ring in the window
AP: 3rd place 2026, Honorable Mention 2026
I want to bring you home in your wedding dress,
Like a beautiful flower to sunlight,
I want you in your best,
My queen.
I have a ring size,
It's just your perfect fit,
Now all I am asking is:
Will you marry me?
I want to wake with scents of you,
With troubles and doubts really being few,
I want to make you meals,
Soups, quick chops and sometimes, stew.
I have a ring size,
It's just your perfect fit,
Now all I am asking is:
Will you marry me?
Yes we would bask in this wine called love,
Mate for life like little turtle doves,
A madness for affection,
One we'll need no cure.
I have a ring size,
It's just your perfect fit,
Now all I am asking is:
Will you marry me?
I speak a language,
One only your body understood,
A tongue you spoke,
One only I could interpret.
I have a ring size,
It's just your perfect fit,
Now all I am asking is:
Will you marry me?
How to cast a magic ring for protection
Make a circle of salt in the forest
Light four candles:
green for north, yellow for east, red for south and blue for west.
A bowl of fresh clean water
A tree branch to touch the bowl when asking for purification
Walk round circle clockwise
Chant to the Spirit
What it is you will.
You may visualise this.
Then imagine a gift for the spirit
Sire Marcus Barracus.
The Bells Ring Aloud in Hell
The tolling of the bells in hell
Rang out for common folk.
There was a heavy price to pay
For every word they spoke.
They barked commands at the Gatekeeper
Until he turned his head;
They never knew that all their lives
By shadows they were led.
They didn’t know how to obey,
To humble or behave.
They played at being kings and queens
While walking to the grave.
With hearts devoid of empathy,
They reached the final swell
And there they’ll stay, beneath the gate,
The hollow toll of hell.
I rarely generalize
all men do this
all women do that
but in my family
women can let a phone ring
We are not curious enough to look
We can get it later
There are three men in my family
slaves to a phone’s ring
they not only answer their own phones
but answer the women’s phones
annoying us greatly
"Listen To The Wind Sing as it sparks your imagination giving life to the words you write." By Poet
Listen to the mighty wind sing
A sound filling the air with love and peace
Giving the chimes a heavenly ring
A stormy day and wind may soon cease
Words are needed and are now on their way
Let's write about the rain soaked weary geese
Sun adds imagination to this windy day
Making the wind come out singing
Now we can all peacefully write and pray
Listen to your words as chimes are ringing
Wind and windchimes sound good together
Your words and windchimes are singing and swinging
Calm wind lite as an angel's feather
Watch out for the changeable weather
A ring on my finger means nothing if there is no love in my heart to offer
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