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Currency joins New York Jazz

Currently the security profit programs is hesitant 
Sista bad ways the masters degree premonition holder has eliquented us inside of the never growing fortress of people's passed economic struggles as mimes

Yet the obstructioni zing doth not permit a permit 

Ye of vittles portion lacks the fortitude of good days in labor 

Between Camarillo livibility lengths and Newbury Park rotations as the same 

None may improvith stations whilst sista bad feelings goes into debt full idea administration worry

It was autumn 
Before the round 
Something shivered 
Tools wasn't full
Vans change, tools out strange the work 
All damseled
In respite
Shane apprehension grovel
Lost beside his print 
Finding his father's name
April,  too new city managers 
Yorks and shires bereaved
I wasn't your only father's rent
The war counted on better rays 
Rates add fits
In byes gondolas say
To write wrongs
Haven't worried sensibly
The round became my leaving board 
A pond as his mother's springs 
She sheltered little in life
Deathly burden to me
Manhattan Surrender my moons light

Hidden Bloom Unraveling

Written: August 19, 2025 for contest sponsored by John Anderson, 
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through the slack of spring
where orchids shivered, we met—
your hand brushed my sleeve
and the wind forgot its name
just to listen to our hush

I kept you folded
within a dusk-colored thought—
years passed like soft rain
and still, I never told them
how you lit my shadowed rooms

I speak your name, now
and the sky does not shudder
only the sparrows
pause mid-flight, as if they knew
what I had buried in bloom

The Real AI

Written By:  D. Collins 6/6/25


Big men shivered when he got into the paint.
Knowing they're a victim of his vicious faints.
He had the meanest crossover anyone has ever seen.
Even Michael Jordan got postered on our T.V. screens.

He was a little man with the heart and will of a bull.
Made many so-called professionals look like a fool.
None of the NBA teams had an "answer" for him.
When we thought he wouldn't he'd flush it at the rim.

He made all big men respect and fear the little guy.
Often shaking their heads from a heavy dose of AI.
His mark on the game should stand out in our minds.
He was the best little, big man to play between the lines.

Why breakfast matters

I accidentally burned my breakfast toast.

I gave a thirty minute monologue
on this heinous crime.
To what’s left of the crust,
I stared, then cursed, then laughed
so hard the room shivered
and in the echoes—
Surprise!
I found the voice I choked
for being ‘inappropriate’—

—Time to toast.

I was startled by my cracked laughter,
as the cat groomed herself 
indifferently witnessing 
my twenties 
spent trashing a toaster.

I announced, to the stinging smell of embers,
“We’re filing a complaint
to whoever put us
in this world where you can’t trust a toaster…”
But we all know,

in a week,
I'll likely trust it again.

I Gave Her a Dandelion

A cool damp spring day
Jonquils shivered
Dandelions danced dizzily
Swaying slowly in a chill wind
Sensually strutting their stuff
Unashamedly celebrating their weedness
Bowing to the jeering crowd
The glow of their sunshine faces
Savoring freedom
While dreaming of a flower vase

I gave her a dandelion
                                 ... It wept

National Poetry Month

Ghost, River, Shiver, Gaze, Wicked, Cold


Someone stood by the river,
I was glad I wasn’t going to be the only one,
I was to come with my grandfather,
But he had been unwell.

I greeted the man,
He only nodded in response,
I gazed at him but he seemed oblivious to my scrutiny,
He was busy with his net,
A cold wave of unease washed through me.

As I pushed my boat to the river,
Suddenly the man offered me his net,
I shook my head,
His hand was still insistently stretched toward me,
I looked into his eyes and saw a glimmer of kindness,
I shivered as I took the net, 
I silently prayed that the spirits of my ancestors guide me.

I thrust my boat further into the river and paddled to the centre,
I looked in the direction of the man,
He waved at me,
I cast the net into the water
And noticed a continuous ripple on the surface,
I tried to pull out the net and noticed it was heavy,
I summoned the strength of the spirits,
The catch was sudden and massive,
I glanced toward the direction where the stranger had been,
He was no longer there,
“He wasn’t a wicked ghost after all,” I thought with a smile,



April 14, 2025.

National Poetry Month

Words chosen 

   River  Heart.     Shiver  Gaze.    Lush  Tender

   Mr. and Miss meet at river strand,
    when spectacular twilight started to display 
     marvelous hues to be pasted on firmament.
     Ambient is flush with lush  colors on cerulean sky
     Peerless panorama to overwhelm.
     Poetry of Nature got entry with poems of gems.

      Four eyes gaze at each other drinking dreamy desires
       Both hearts shivered on thrill.
       Seven heavens came down to greet.
       Ardent ardour embowered emotive urge.
        Passion sprouted. 

         Evening merged to night :
         Light and darkness to fight.
       Descent  Crescent Moon peeped
       and winked at the couple.

        Eternal time took pause.
         At the very tender moment 
         amour  is sealed :p
         Best bliss of Mr. and Miss.
         Poem of love to compose
         on petals of scarlet red rose.

National Poetry Month

My heart with such dread is reeling.
I’m looking up at the ceiling.

Something’s there though it’s something I can’t see.
I felt it first when it went right through me.

I shivered then because it felt so cold.
The room is frigid. What do I behold?

The ceiling fan is spinning round and round.
It’s not turned on! Is something here earth-bound?

Is there a ghost gazing down at me in my fright?
Is it something wicked that visits me this night?

Or is it an old soul trapped and as scared as I?
Oh, that I could see it and look it in the eye.

Suddenly the spinning of the fan has stopped.
Something from the ceiling to the floor has dropped.

I pick up a brooch that in a picture of my great-grandma I had viewed.
By the brooch her death deemed accidental is with murder’s chill imbued.

National Poetry Month

Ghost/Box, Shiver/Gaze, Cold/Wicked

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The Spectre of a Bride

~~~~

It looked just like a quiet place
Though *cold and dark inside
I’d scorned all the haunting tales 
Of a *ghostly spirit  bride

I saw it hanging in the room
A cob web? old and stale?
But as I *gazed through dusky gloom
I saw a wedding veil

Beneath the veil a small pinched face
*Shivered with cold dead eyes
And from her pale and bloodless lips
She uttered whimp’ring cries

A crimson stain was on her dress
She clutched a dripping knife
And on the floor a body lay
New husband of this wife

I’d heard, of course. But not believed
The things that people said
How the *wicked groom betrayed his bride
And how she stabbed him dead

But now she’s *boxed inside this house
Where she can find no peace
For the girl who hanged for murder
The horrors never cease

I left this sad demented house
I left with no goodbye
For now I know behind these walls
A girl will ever cry

The Final Beat

He sat in the street, reaching out for support.
He did not shout or sing or beg.
He looked and smiled and shivered,
shaking in his cardboard bed.

The snow came down, December time,
cascading softly through the air.
But winter’s chill brings ringing bells—
no space for him, no mercy there.

No warmth tonight, no place to go,
the shutters down, the bitter bite.
He pulled his coat, so thin and worn,
and yearned for times before the scorn.

On Christmas Day, he sat stock still,
as voices bustled down the street.
A world alive with cheer and song,
but none could hear his slowing beat.

And when they came to wish him well,
to toss a coin, to share some cheer,
he sat stock still—his breath was gone.
His final beat.
His final beat.
His final beat.

Riding Without A Helmet

Giorgio rode his red Ducati to climb a mountain
without a helmet to protect the fragile brain
from damage, then all sirens started wailing
as if an earthquake or a hurricane were coming!

" They won't catch me because cars
can't ride mountains or steep hills,
 they get stuck in between rocks."
A large crowd gathered below, they yelled, 
" Don't crash into big trees and break your neck like Bill did;
your dad is furious about the terrifying news and brandishes 
a leather belt. Cops get out of patrol cars but soon realize,
climbing will give them a heart attack and called it quits! 

Riding without a helmet may cost a precious life anytime,
use your noodle: motorcycles are more dangerous than cars;
I've seen dead bodies across highways to be replaced by crosses,
don't be the next victim and be listed in the obituary of the Enquire.

Giorgio found his hiding place in a small cave,
where fat, chittering rats roamed and snakes chased them for food;
he shivered and called his mom, she never came
to rescue him: his fear was worse than wrestling an enemy in a feud!

The Musician

I was sitting alone and silent, 
while trees swayed back and forth.

Without warning, 
	untouchable, 
		unseen, 
a musician began to play.  

The melody rose, then fell  
as breathy tones I heard. 
Soon the shriek of a crescendo 
shattered the midnight air.

I shivered at the passion 
	and sat in awe and wonder,
		listening to the song 
of the untouchable, 
	unseen 
		musician.

The blue oyster

It was just like before riding my bicycle along the beach my tire rolls right over a star fish braising bump and scratches on my knee the gulf was thirsty for human blood this year as the manatees floated belly up the pelicans shivered with empty beaks again the school of sharks gathered while the dolphins danced chattered sea urchin washed ashore I put salt water on my wounds feeling sad that the sea turtles rushed back to sea unaware of the mexican oil spill there home covered in black tar I walked my bike passed the book store just in time for bob crab shacks oyster bar funny the owner yelled come on in gal why you looking so blue in that moment the blue oyster became my signature name on the beach the sun shined the breeze blew softly over the nape of my back silence abode over the Caribbean Sea

if

If I have not walked in nature,
Once a day,
If I have not heard a bird sing,
If I have not crouched before a blade of grass,

If I haven’t prayed in front of an old tree
Covered with climbing ivy,
If I have not seen a tiny insect fly
without fear of the hour,
If I have not seen a field sparsely covered with ancient wheat,

If I haven’t shivered in front of a red-throated
curious about my presence,
If I have not regretted his absence for long seconds,
If I have not laid eyes on leaves
or stones without destiny,

If I have not walked in nature
once a day
If I have not seen the Ajonc in winter
and the poppy in summer, modestly red bright,
If I have not been dazzled by the flamboyance
of a mimosa,

If I have not looked up to the poets
and clouds of the sky,
If I have not left the neighborhood tired of everything, and posed
1000 questions to nature,
I’m losing my mind, I’m going crazy like a cockroach.
Men do that too often.

The haunted house

12 am midnight hour 
Felt uneasy, confusing! How suddenly I lost my power 
Went for shower my nervere on edge 
Knock knock ! A warning or a pledge 

Suddenly my gaze met mirror reflecting my face 
A creepy whisper "pretty" from unknown place 
My spine shivered , body got numb 
Took knife on my hold , reminding myself I'm not dumb 

Shadow flickered a suspicious trace 
Vanished avoided showing face 
Breath hitched when felt the tap from behind 
Immediately checked back but couldn't find 

As time passing 
Things getting into more complexation 
It's not a natural thing believed my intuition 
Now I'm gasping 

Suddenly heard a voice 
Roared creepily" it's just started sweety" 
Tears rolled down it's so creepy 
Thinking I'm wise 

Went to the bed 
Hide myself with blanket
My tears shed 
Leaving everything on fate 

Now it's the morning 
Im creeped but still went out 
Still shuttering 
But I had to find out 

The untold truth known now 
That house were haunted somehow




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