I Finally Realized.
The Reason I Think
No-One Wants To
Have Fun Anymore...
Is Because They Can't
Have Much Fun
Around Me!
I Guess I'm That
***W?ird***
-Gray Squirrel
09-18-2025
Written: September 18, 2025 for contest: Sponsored by: Charles Messina
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River bends slow
Silver sends glow.
SLOW MURMUR
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
there’s a kind of
s a d n e s s
that seeps into your skin;
it lets you breathe
and smile even,
but when shadows hang
heavy at night
let yourself
d
i
s
s
o
l
v
e
into the slow murmur
of the
v o i d
soft as a butterfly’s kiss
invisible as a dragonfly’s wings
busy as the whirr of the honey bee
tasty as a honeysuckle trumpet
familiar as the mourning dove’s song
lazy as ol’ Mud Creek flows
comfortable as well-worn slippers
happy as an angel in flight
comforting as lullaby lows
secretive as Geisha fans
polka-dotted as dark crystal skies
clouds mimicking monotone artists
a color palette as brilliant as Monet
September just around the corner
summer indulgences so quickly come and gone
~ time slips through our fingers
Wordku: 5-7-5 words
AP: 3rd place 2025
Stop to smell the roses
we'll make the most of each day
~ there's splendour where we walk
AP: Honorable Mention 2025
I won't lie to you to fake emotions I might feel
and tell you things you want to hear
In this give-and-take, no lie, that feels
lobsided and askew, sometimes like a tug of war
Breathlessly waiting, life in limbo
one toe in the water overly cautious
holding back ~
Stuck behind yield signs and stop signs
the occasional yellow lights
foot on the break ~ go but not too fast
Everyday is a lazy Sunday afternoon
we're out in our sporty lamborghini
dillydallying in life's slow lane
AP: Honorable Mention 2025
I do know what I need
in a comfort planting seeds
and a summer's heat of sheets
we planted a garden of fancies
of grown sweet delights.
My voice is shy and I'm reluctant
with I wish to express
through this throat.
I'm an introvert
and so I tremble
like the weight
of the crumbling
stones
that hit this statue,
and eventually
You're hand in hand
as I become the dust,
of once but now
not known.
SLOW MURMUR
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
there’s a kind of
s a d n e s s
that seeps into your skin;
it lets you breathe
and smile even,
but when shadows hang
heavy at night
let yourself
d i s s o l v e
into the slow murmur
of the
v o i d
If I am too slow
It will all pour out of me
My desire, my debauchery
My ever-growing need to be
the object of your sincerest affections
And you will see that I’ve been lurking
Like some kind of freak
Outside your door
Our spark was a magenta-aqua gradient supernova.
A bright flash of love so nearly blinding it was eye-opening.
Our talks echo in the chambers of my inner cosmos.
Its elasticity is in fact a mystery ~
while time is free to flee as quick as lightning
sometimes it drags on for lengths of eternity.
And for all our hankering and longing
that time would move according to our wishes,
it's never anything but a fool's machination.
While youth is just a memory away ~
the magician waves his wand, and
without a trace into thin air, poof!
the decades swiftly vanish.
AP: 1st place 2025
back off !
snail tells her suitor
to slow down
AP: Honorable Mention 2025
true l*o*v*e m
o
v
e
s slow
with care it f~~l~~o~~w~~s and
g
r
o
ws ~
not l-o-w
when it ""g""l""o""w""s""
s-w-e-e-t-n-e-s-s and l*o*v*e
m
o
v
e
side
by
side
as close f-r-i-e-n-d-s ~
s-w-e-e-t l*o*v*e
"s""h""i""n""e""s" *b**r**i**g**h**t*
Been around the world
seen some strange sights in my time
and looking back
my favourite is a roadway sign
of yellow and black
viewed in the U.S.A.
which read
(intellectually challenged?)
'SLOW CHILDREN AT PLAY'
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