Whitish and woolike
Hanging in the air and clinging to the sky
Flying across the mountains high above our heads
Come in different shapes and sizes, appearances and states
From groups of sheep to clusters of flowers
From overlapping surfs to puffs of smoke
All deceiving your eyes
As a sudden rain will come like fate
There’s a point we reach in our life when we realize
the unequivocal truth that ‘less is more’.
We then understand the freedom
of less attachments, less commitments, less obligations,
and less of all that is not truly important to us.
That moment is truly liberating.
It's when we actually begin to follow our heart
and dismiss all that is trivial to us.
Sometimes the sun on the nape of our neck
is all we need to be perfectly happy.
AP: 2nd place 2026
P=People live their life one day,
A=After the other.
T=Tests come in different shapes and sizes.
T=Today will be gone soon,
E=Emerging a new day of challenges.
R=Ready to run the race to the end,
N=Never giving up, Amen.
FORGOTTEN SHAPES
immovable
unpredictable
immaculately
&elusive
masked
anomalies
precarious
spectacles
muted
&undeniable
unending
endures
&replicates
capable
of
connections
becoming
attractive
imagery
sans
precedents
encountering
managed
imagery
attributing
to
synonymous
elegance
of
visual
visible
prosaic
expectations
&
possibilities
I twist what you think that you already know,
I stretch you to soaring, shrink you to low,
I ripple your outline and widen your grin,
I toy with the edges that hold you within,
I flicker each time as you slip into view,
I dance with the shape that you think is you,
You laugh at the stranger I help you become,
I’m a thief of your shape till at last you succumb,
You ask what I am as I alter your frame—
The carnival mirror—I play the same game.
Triangular ears, cone shaped nose,
trapezoid body, coil of a tail.
The abacus of your black beady eyes
speaks of arithmetic, calculations.
What algebraic mind sends you barking
down the hall seeking out equations?
Licking your paws in algorithms
you breathe in cycles of in and out,
plus one and minus one --
napping in the zero of your bed.
You sweet, small mathematical creature,
I love you to infinity.
In the mist there are two gray shapes receding.
In the mist two gray ships become one.
In mist there is water.
In the water there are two gray ships receding.
In water receding, there is more sand.
In sand there are two gray shapes protruding.
In sand there are two mush-gray shapes.
In water there is too much ape s**t.
In the sand there are two chips.
In the distance there are cruise ships.
[Inspired by an article over ten years ago stating that cruise
ships were dumping raw sewage into the ocean behind them.]
I am drawn and enthralled by the search.
Dynamic colors, marks and shapes
pulse with zestful spirit rays.
Seeking divine toned vibes,
I walk woods to find
unique spirit
reminders
of home ~
rocks.
Sing, Pink Faeries; sing to the Yellows!
Faery voices rise like bellows.
Dancing 'round their ring, white magic flows,
Shining with the colors of Faery growth!
Cowgirls grin, and horses smile.
They've been in books on shelves for awhile,
One cowgirl with a Western Sunrise in hand,
As cactuses bloom across the land.
Sing, Pink Faeries; sing to the Yellows!
Faery voices rise like bellows.
Dancing 'round their their ring, white magic flows,
Shining with the colors of Faery growth!
Daisies shine in widespread air,
Cats meow with songs so fair.
Songs of Faery pinks for us to be renewed,
Banning shadows, banishing the blues.
Circles, squares, and ovals play,
While Cosmos shines night and day.
Cactuses crown such dreamy love,
So be it---rejoicing from above.
Sing Yellow Faeries; sing to the Pinks!
Faery voices rise with winks!
Dancing 'round their ring, white magic flows,
Shining with the colors of Faery growth
Walking by the river’s edge
A trail of rising shapes
Dying seeds and leaves
Swept up from under the privet hedge
Where the city’s dead air escapes
Circling stirred up they fly
Along the water’s bank
Floating in the silent breeze
Suspended seemingly alive
Then all at once they sank
And finally they die
,,
Contestants come in all shapes and sizes
~ independent of what the prize is
Crescent adrift
skipper its sails
hearts pursues
eclipse squalls
lost treasures
alit silhouettes
Clouds of many forms, shifting in the sky,
Fading in and out, quietly passing by.
Seeing floating forms in full animation,
Requires a reset of mind’s vibration.
For one must look deeply beyond mere sight,
To see all the shapes in the dark and light.
Open channels of imagination,
Now you recognize the mind’s creation.
Cloud after cloud they begin to connect,
You still can’t decide just what to expect.
Coming into focus from bleak contrast,
The things you are seeing just cannot last.
Seeing with faith through an opened mind’s eye,
Created wonders in creation’s sky.
The shift is taking shape,
Shape shift to embrace the landscape,
Escape from the patterns,
Keeping you scattered.
Tattered souls losing their hold,
Battered and bruised their hearts grow cold,
Looking to scold,
Sharing the load.
Hoping they won't explode,
They drift into whole,
Losing control,
Falling so low,
They have to let go.
Releasing what they know,
Seeing a spark glow,
They reach into the flow,
Another season to grow,
As they're pulled into the sea.
Understanding their energy,
A visionary carrying the key,
Shifting with what they see,
Shaping their reality.
The clouds are swirling in the wind,
Unique designs appear within.
An artist’s brush could be the air,
For many forms are found up there.
Look up there, it’s a swimming whale,
‘Twill quickly change with the next gale.
It seems so strange to change so much,
It makes it hard to keep in touch.
There’s a ship with the flag raised high,
It slowly fades as it drifts by.
A dragon flies upon the mast,
With raging winds, it will not last.
One way to live with all this change,
Enjoy each form when it’s in range.
Then like a child with a new toy,
Each change will bring with it more joy.
Don’t allow fear to have its way,
Change will come with every new day.
Giving us a chance to mature,
A better chance to feel secure.
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