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Come sit upon my deck, it is covered
with birdsong; bedecked in peace.
Come tarry; let me pour a warm beverage
of chocolate, tea or coffee. Listen
to the tweets, twitters, bird-sweets.
Come sit close, listen to nothing at all,
but the peace between two friends.
We will wait, we will watch for a.m. deer.
Quietly, we sit, side by side, as the sun
gives rise, reveling in God’s mercy -
day by day, with Summer bare feet,
sound mind, promise of newness.
Come sit, as friends do, then eventually,
their lips part with a passing remark.
Nothing cool or wise, just a soothing tone,
that lets the silent world know there’s life.
Quietude trains, it is painted with rain
and wildlife. Come, as the cool of morning,
touches a heart of flesh and pink pyjamas.
Come, as I sip my two-serving cup of peace
and quiet, whistles, hooting, no hollering.
There’s an occasional chirp, rarely a deer.
Here’s hoping. Yesterday, I spied one alone,
who hid behind a tree, momentarily, though
it did not see me. Come, I say, come. I watch.
We’d watch, or talk, or both. Perhaps, I’ve said
too much. Let’s listen, as my skin steams,
from my guzzled caffeine. Birds dance before me.
Evil Elvira Sit was knitting shrunken skulls on sweaters for a friend
Her macabre weird creepy goth ways had no intentions to end
the friend was flattered, but knew she would never wear it
She kept this to herself, fearing the wrath of Evil Elvira Sit.
I see my nation, they weep
My leader rejoice now and then
Ancient issues as always be
Ignorance and joy
When actual life weep
The fights and struggles end to this not
Mind was read but sorrow was found
We cry and lament but hope a lot
How could renewed hope be real?
Just an agenda that never been real
My refined neighbor
In mouth we surpassed thee
In name our superiority shout
Real life I wish for no potholes that kill cars
For opportunities and securities
But our failure, still failing
Still winning in illusion
Who of what generation would be
Savior with no vague views
Truth be told and here still stand
Potential I heard we still leads
The unit corrupt highly fatal
Death and hatred wish to other
But all linger down from the led
How sadly speaking minds are now?
Just let sit and cry a bit
Hark dear friend. Reflect.
The old year is now half spent ~
our solstice is nigh.
I was sitting on the corner, stoned
When out of the blue, my dead aunt phoned
How could this be, she rests in peace
Right beside my loving niece
I answered the phone, and my auntie said
"I know you think that I am dead"
"I'm alive"- my auntie moaned
Or- could it be that you're just- "Stoned"
I rolled over and went back to sleep,
counting red and yellow sheep.
I heard auntie say, "the sheep are real cheap."
Then I rode off in an old broken down jeep.
Maybe I needed to stop getting in the stoned zone?
Now the sheep farm I do own.
My loving niece Joan said, "be carful Charles."
I did not listen, so I am now all alone.
My dog and I sit in the sun,
A nice warm feeling just begun.
Sitting, feeling quite content,
Relaxing time for us is meant.
Then dimness, cold, as clouds come over,
Disappointed, there we wait.
We were happy, bathed in calm.
Now we’re feeling “What’s gone wrong?”
We’ll go inside. The day goes on
But that most pleasant part is done.
So, for all my bigger brain,
Important things are just the same.
here i sit...
giving a bit
knot-knowing
what to do...
but make things
seem fixed and...
go past the tricks
slippers are my best shoes...
len
I am an old lonely bench,
waiting for you to come and sit.
I sit here waiting for you,
but you never show up.
The lamps brighten my nights,
as the dew sits in.
Soon it will be morning,
then I can watch the kids play.
we sit on the what knot shelf
thinking we are all that the first week
feeling the woman’s excitement in finding us
But week after week goes by
the glass doors open and she pushes in new finds
thimbles, bells, miniatures, marbles,
most of us have not been taken out since day one
when she was excited to purchase us
Sit with it till peace reigns while distance dissolves pain.
Get out of the rain.
It’s been so long since we chatted.
Let’s slow down and reconnect.
Wordku: 5-7-5 words
AP: 3rd place 2026
Once sat friend's home who took a vacation
from repainting ~ rooms messy with white tint
tins, paintbrushes, canvas, half painted walls ~
spent week embroidering at garden pool…
On eighth morning awoke to enigma______
house repainted, rearranged, SOUNDLESSLY!
strange blue footprints on porch, on street pavement
weird phantom painting night, friend spieled sea STUNNED !
_________________________
Depression can be…
Startling with bulging eyes.
Floral patterned nothings.
Maybe a place to sit.
It would be like…
Plopping down into a puddle for no reason.
I’ve been driven.
I used to go to work and school.
Buildings and such.
Rambling on.
But the magic is like a wood chipper.
For nothing.
Depression is like a magical “Whooshing” sound.
All the magical clouds just convene.
With hearts that restart for nothing.
You can’t really go to work or school.
That was the “Whooshing.”
The “Used To, I Used To.”
Depression could have been plopping down in the puddle.
The half constructed drive.
I’ve been driven.
Someone else did the driving.
Drove me.
Maybe there is a place to sit.
There is also ethereal randomness.
I counted on it too much.
I counted on it too much.
What?
Magical clouds and-
Maybe a place to sit.
do not watch the shadows for they lie
nor listen to eons of whispers sigh
be still and let the dust fall where it may
hush not the voices that will come to play
listen for the whirr of passing time
that distant thrum the soul cannot define
let go a simple chant to set it free
in doing so re-find the me of thee
doubt to let the seed of wisdom plant
knowledge of what you can… and can’t
exhale and know the beauty of its gift
to cause time, tide and sands to shift
reach to touch that distant unseen sun
as you sit, knowing now, that there is one
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