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Political games sizzle in foreground
Ignorance is bliss when you’ve no power
Sun goes about its business
Wordku: 5-7-5 words
AP: Honorable Mention 2025
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the universe went about its business
pretty much ignoring i existed
that's when i climbed the stairs to stardom
and swore i'd never look back
AP: Honorable Mention 2021
Little bee pollinating flowers
It has no idea how vital it is
Little bee goes about its business
Spreading seed igniting life
Cross pollinating like nature had designed
Just how valuable you are in life
Little bee the perfect little nature thing
Floating around flowers savouring and feasting on the pollen it is seeking
Little bee you are amazing to me.
The moon has its own itinerary
Going about its business
As if I don’t exist
Within this world of exhaustive
Pieces of a whole
Just like the moon harvests
Only full but once a month
Eating away at itself
It moves along with grace
Unbeknown to the reality
That the sun
Only has so much to give
And will on day expire
Leaving the moonlight to die
Within its own desires
To be on its own devices
Russell Sivey
Love at Any Rate
Love at
any rate
Can make you
Feel low
Down
And dirty
Shame
What happens
Next a neuron
Fired or quit
Working right
Then and there
Went the neighborhood
Where Sarah Belle ummm...
Lived but for
Got
Why
Memory
Jogging
Or refreshed this
Time
Is up
And running
Up and running
Up and
Run for your life
Went on
About its business
Casual
Tea is empty
Ness that dragon
Loch and cay
Puff like magic
And it's gone
At any rate
it came along.
I am guilty
I know
I killed a spider.
A miniscule tiny aspect of life
moving about its business
in my space.
It fled right
it fled left
it jumped up
it came down.
My godly presence
was everywhere
like a black night.
I smashed its plastic skeleton
its fluid internals popped outside.
The poor thing
just curled
and retracted
like a coil spring.
Then tears
rolled out, from my iron heart.
I thought;
Was it worth
whisking away life
to protect
this insensible fear?