I’m at the end of long trip, my daughter,
For, mine is a tired old ship, my daughter.
May God give you power to bear, my daughter,
And for that doom’s day equip, my daughter.
I’d dreamt, I’d play with my kid all the time,
But now my energies dip, my daughter.
It’s time, you get used to world without me
As I begin to lose grip, my daughter.
As I prepare to leave, remember this:
Let my thoughts sink with life’s ship, my daughter.
______________________________
Ghazal | 26.09.2026| daughter, father, life, missing you
The taller a tree rises
The deeper its roots do sink
To brave the wafts of wild winds;
The higher a man mounts up
Lower his grips need descend
The ground of humility.
My battered razor cut tormented heart
So tender so heavy and full of tears
My heart sunk into the consuming unforgiving fathoms
Of the darkest deepest coldest sea
The waves never washed the tears away
The crimson blood bled and dispersed diluted
Eventually vanishing into obscurity
The pincushion remains of my tender heart
Just festered and decayed
Under layers and layers of silt
Never missed unloved, out of sight
And out of reach.
Sun Sinks
Sun sinks, bids bye
to evening sky.
Twilight fades feeling shy.
In array eager egrets to fly.
Nest going crows cease to cry.
To reflect Sun-rays
Moon will try.
Night is nigh.
Lost love to sigh !
01/22/23
Your Selection
Contest by Brian Strand
My heart sinks, my mind freezes
I seek a halted breath
A tear struggles not to be shed
As a coldness shivers within my soul.
Death!! Bastardly and cowardly
Has seized me from a distance
Yet scorched me with its flame
Incinerating my fading beliefs.
I have not succumbed to the numbness
Nor given in to the fury
I will still cherish all life
And mourn the sadness of our time.
John G. Lawless
©5/25/2022
Potted Sinks
Round around round around on and on and on
Makes me dizzy this crazy ing thing
That spans decades almost centuries
One time France is the bad guy
Another Germany is the enemy
Then Russia is the opponent
Not to forget Japan pissing many off
And England they were the top one
Now it’s Red China who is the bad turtle
In future decades and centuries
New enemies and bad guys will be there
Top of the list wanting to missile you
As you aim your gun at them
Why is it this way the system?
Imagine if it developed differently
Our world would be at peace not war
And the defence complex would be war skint
Making plant pots and kitchen sinks instead
MAJOR INSOMNIA
CORPORAL SLEEP
Nick Armbrister and other writers
after Mandela
nice laws - then Blacks play race card -
merit drowning with discards
When a mound of frost ruined car’s wire
The iced frost drenched a winter’s attire
My jacket, this frost all stripped--
Butt naked as frost unzipped
Pants off I gasped, frost sunk in the mire!
Same Word Winter Limerick
Charles Messina's Contest 1/09/2019
it sinks in
practicing the word widow
i catch my breath
AP: Honorable Mention 2026
The somber sun sinks so silently in the still soul of the serene sea
On sands of sloping sodden shore shining shells slide, I stand to see
Clumped colors of clouds the curls of wave crests crave to capture
When in wandering wind they would waft, I would waltz with water.
December 1, 2017.
the pantomiming madman squeals appeals
as tall gray shadows elongate along the wall
like black-hearted judges brewing venom
within their jowls bulging and anticipating
the reaping of tears and tremulous wails
the growl of steel-bars and the verdict of iron-doors
molds monsters masticating pheromones of trepidation
as the silent song of degradation infects ears of prisoners
dripping nightmares into their brains wading in masks
the jolting alarm of roll-call roiling disjointed curses
falling into the melody of servitude marching in syncopated
perpetual motion as granite guards grind their hard jaws
scanning with silver mirrors pupils expanding and contracting
inside hellish universes of the condemned fingering fissures
hemorrhaging light illuminating scales of a screeching snake…
The taste of music lingers on the tip of angelic tongues.
The notes taste sweet, but the melody tastes sweeter.
Every note kisses soft ears with harmony's lips,
Leaving wet rhythms of passion behind.
Each note flies over the serene crowd.
One sweet note begins to fall upon them.
Its descent is slow but peaceful.
The note lands upon worn skin and sinks in.
As the notes disappear, a numbness replaces the notes as the song ends.
All that is left is the slight taste of the melody still upon their tongues.
Sinks In and Is Saturated
There must be something about belated
Which is related to how long you waited
Then when death at door does its thing
People become upset and tears does bring.
Performances are from beginning to end
Unless some other thing you did intend
Can a cookie like a heart seem so contrite?
Just as soon as you took a single bite.
When warm weather what about big breezes?
Thermometer inches up and heat increases
And a phenomenon occurs which is grand
We now live in a more comfortable land.
There are in's and out's and up's and down's
And forms of glory wearing many crowns
Before my poem sinks in and is saturated
Read many times unless highly educated.
James Thomas Horn, Terired Veteran
the sun sinks blood red. . .
in the trunk of his car
her fading cries
old garden sinks in autumn, draped by withering russete leaves
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Monoku or One-Liner #1 (Old/New)by SKAT
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