Spark,
Dies,
Ash falls,
Glow fades out,
Lanterns lose their light,
Tiny souls of summer depart,
Softly drifting through the
deep and weeping autumn
breeze,
A fragile world dissolves into
the deep and utter silent
shallows of the night,
No longer showing, guiding
lonely travelers back across
the misty forest meadows
where they used to dance so
bright underneath the silver
moon,
The weeping woods are cold
and silent now to bid a final
sad farewell to every single
fleeting spark of gold that
softly perished in the winter
air before the frozen ground
can ever wake again to see
the warm green spring.
A smitten young couple
named Blum,
Were kissing and causing a
hum.
When folks yelled with glee,
"Go find privacy!"
And shouted, "Go out and
get room!"
On my first employment after school
Apprentice electrician was my vacation
there I worked with many tradesmen
many lessons learned for my occupation
My first spark was a guy called Neily
who hailed from way up at Benbecula
he was a real highlander, no doubt
also good at soccer, quite spectacular
Then there was big Andy, 6 feet tall
having fair curly hair, drove a mini car
he was really nice and kind, so I learned
liked the girly mags, quite blue by far
Now, Drew was really different by far
always felt in awe of him, so strong
made one shed a tear, odd at times
but at heart, he always meant no wrong
John J was around my age
a likeable lad, always meant well
the boss was his uncle, made it hard
a spark would ignite when he rang your bell
These were some fun days
but due to being colour-blind, I resigned
wonder what happened to these guys?
maybe one day I'll find the truth
(In the UK, spark was a nickname for an electrician)
When needs no longer pity your desire,
When face rarely smile to jokes so funny,
When stomach longs for food to fill its sack,
When beasts act like sheep justly to be fed,
Such needs burn out water to quench its fire...
Such face holds tears off while chasing money...
Such stomach pins pains to fasting attack...
Such beasts stage their gentleness to go red...
What else could needs help when desire can't stand.
What else would face smiles at when jokes ain't wealth.
What else can please stomach if food ain't grand.
What else will beasts act if calmness ain't stealth.
For the peace of tease to last nights of grace,
Then silence should be enough to set pace.
Spring`s First Dew
Spring’s first dew on petals
Kissing gently cheeks and lips,
Shining gem of crystal hue,
Sparks life in shriveled beauties.
Teaching the future has shown me struggle
a world that most can't juggle
Teaching has shown me the reality
a world forged in inequality
Children struggle every day
Yet few care what they say
eyes on marks, not hearts or pain
We chase results but lose the gain
still I see sparks within the grey
Kids who dream I kinder day
If we can teach them how to see
They may rebuild what used to be.
I am told sparks from a semi-trailer was the start of the fire of Longwood.' And
Dry lightening in ( twenty nine other parts )
And me.? My mind..Thinks of those fires in
Greece 'seventy and nine arsonists?)
Were arrested..They can't still be in prison? They must have been released?
Then there there was Los Angeles.! It was
Some homeless we hear.? Could cash
Have been offered.? To me one thing is clear.' There had not been an outcry.' From
The media who.' Are stuck to the green
Agenda as if they are coated in red gum glue.'
If we can say what we can feel,
The mind will shine; the heart will heal.
We meet by chance or so we feel.
There is no chance, there is no deal.
It is an act of God for real.
It was no chance I met him there.
We smiled and talked as we would care.
He dropped a hint I soon embraced.
It was a spark I picked in haste,
It came in time to ring a bell,
And speak of tales so few can tell,
When things remain the same for long,
Some come and say where we belong.
It's not in vain when they show up.
It sends a spark we should get up.
23/11/2025
Written: November 22, 2025, for contest sponsored by Line Gauthier
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Eyes lock in molten stillness,
where time dissolves its reliance.
Tongues trace tales on tender skin;
the dance is where secrets softly begin.
Love burns—a flame of whispered tones,
ignited by breath and crowned with unknowns.
Unexpressed anger building in momentum
Fireworks and sparks detonate between her ears
Brain literally threatens to explode
Wordku: 5-7-5 words
AP: Honorable Mention 2025
Written: October 26, 2025, for contest sponsored by Line Gauthier
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Crease-lined poetry conveys a liberated mind,
Your brain transforms chalk on slate into a canvas.
Reading wonderful poems may elicit vibrant imagery,
Recollection may reveal concealed and elusive secrets.
Our inspiration ignites flames with artistic doodling.
Father, I place this in your hand,
Thanks for creating many a land,
Thanks for each spark of life,
Praise a peaceful way of life,
But, we thank you God, sort of not,
For viruses and mosquito grot,
Why did you make these breeds?
Better gifts could fill our needs,
There's billions of humanity,
Can't control our fertility,
Daylight savings must be the cause,
Unfallible men give us pause,
Thank you, God, we say any day,
No one's perfect, but thanks, okay!
. * . * .
in darkest of throes *
lies sparking awareness hence~
* our effervescence *
. . .
. * . * .
* . * . *
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show me a zero carbon footprint ~ and i'll point out its shoeless slave
but first we'll need a generator ~ to shed light on his pitch black cave
said an oil tycoon to the cobbler ~ who turns on the lathe for a shave
By
David Kavanagh
the wood was too green
above the flames the sparks danced
the fire gave its warmth
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