Galaxies zoom through Outerspace
At incredible speeds
Our Solar system revolves within the Milky Way
At enormous speed
Earth spins around the Sun
Pretty fast
And at the “center” of God’s creation
I’m reassured that everyone needs a little breather
So just exhale and sigh,
“Ahhhhhhhhh”
My Love promises are to honor and be true, and never make me blue.
My Love makes promises that are so beautiful they make my heart pump with intense excitement.
Excitement of love and life, that make all of my fears take flight. Like the birds flying around, I feel like I am floating on air.
Like the wings of love are in flight, making everything look like sweet delight.
Love with promises are so nice, they make life have a path that we follow through all of life’s journeys.
Love is so special, it finds us in ways only God intended. Making each of us have so many special moments, bringing us to our forever love.
May all of our moments in this life, make our days sweet as my love makes me feel.
Prayers to God, today and always.
Every privilege demands responsibility
To yourself, to your family and to others
The most privilege is to obey and serve God
For we have a soul for eternal salvation
For the soul is boundless and andless entity
Each has his own worth and accountability
Be sure to have an eternal insurance joyfully
Not nashing of teeth in the judgment day
Our title, our wealth, our profession is nil
Unless you are sure to hit the target of life
And that is to arrive your place of refuge surely
Life has given three scores and ten years
To find the salvation of your soul perfectly
For there is always a law of dimishing return
Life comes in this world weak and ends weak
We don't brag of what we have but be humble
For we came nothing and end nothing
But the soul whose real face all at the end
Give accounting and will face the judgment.
special delivery the snail-man said as he came up the walk
the recipient was so surprised, she forgot how to talk
the letter had been mailed from Viet Nam in seventy-two
How many years back? Let’s see…..fifty-two
what kept you? she asked, her fingers shaking the envelope.
I brought it straight to you, said the snail, thinking she was a dope.
He had brought it to her as fast as he could and on the double.
Maybe hiring snails to deliver mail is asking for some kind of trouble.
I want tonight to be the night
The one that we keep insight
A forever moment cherished in time
The work is done, and the hill is climbed
One special evening with you cradled in my arms
I’ve fallen for your unique and beautiful charms
Now I need to show you my light inside
From a heart that nearly died
You are my everything
And I can’t wait to hear you sing
Just this once baby girl I want you to know
I need us to take it ever so slow
Please let me be your person of trust
My everything for you is an absolute must
I want tonight to be the night
The one that we keep insight
One special evening with you cradled in my arms
I’ve fallen for your unique and beautiful charms
Her eyes shone in the evening light
Capturing the magic of the setting sun
And releasing their own beauty
No, she cannot hide it
Nor would she ever want to
The power of the heavens and beauty of her heart
They combine to create a woman never seen before
One of unlimited grace and beauty
As well as the strongest spirit of any before her
The world should feel lucky that she chose
This time in this space of this reality
A time we needed someone just like her
© Poem – X/VIII/MMXXV
LRET
Here's account of pleasure past,
As through it we are taken,
Not our eye but by our souls
Our memories past awaken,
Untouched, unchanged, vaults of time,
Will always remain unshaken,
For if it is that moment nears
To make a choice and change the years,
Defining who you are in here
The answer's never, ever, fear.
Lost in woe for thee we mourn,
We do not ask, we are not torn,
We only see the light anew,
In our hearts,
A special place for you.
Ryne Sandberg has passed away
For this special soul, baseball prays
One year he could not give his all every day
What’d he do? ~ He gave back his pay*
____________________________________
*That year, Ryne had inked a contract for the
highest single-year salary every paid a base-
ball player to that point in time. Approximate-
ly 8.7 million dollars. He left the team in June,
returning all of his unearned salary to his
astonished team, the Chicago Cubs.
Carnival Nights Poetry Contest
Robert James Liguori
There was a special carnival set in my memory
Rides, games, and food, cherished, and a prelude to our first kiss
And a second date where we watched Rambo: First Blood
But on that night, he held me in his arms dearly and lifted my spirits
Where the moon and stars looked down and smiled at us
And I remember passing a cow with big brown eyes
She proudly wore a blue ribbon garland around her neck
And as we exchanged glances, my eyes peered at my blue ribbon
He was standing right next to me, as the cow seemingly knew
As we closed the first chapter, the sights and sounds sing in my heart
Circus clowns, cotton candy lady, acrobats, and little kids playing
But it was my man, future husband, that my eyes were really on
Those blue jeans, long-sleeved white dress shirt, cowboy hat, paint that night
A true gentleman, he was, he handed a prize teddy bear to a little kid
Where the little girl clutched the brown furry one happily and beamed at mom
These montages are now old but forever golden beam the big top of my heart
I always remember those words, "ma'am, do you want to go on another ride?"
Toward optimum development
defying diagnosis gloom
faith of child
soars midst freedom bliss
hits milestones yon debility blight
from wheelchair not exiled
radiating hope, trusting the Lord*
while prayer reaches heaven
heart beseeches ... triumphantly styled.
*Psalm 28:7 The Lord is my strength and my shield; my heart trusted in him, and I am helped: therefore my heart greatly rejoiceth; and with my song will I praise him.
July 29, 2025
7th place, "A Child of Light" Tesla 3–6–9 Poetry Writing Premiere Contest
Sponsored by Suzette Richards; judged on 7/30/2025
The Design of The Tesla 3-6-9 Poem:
A 9-line verse.
Lines 3, 6 and 9 rhyme.
The syllable count of lines 3, 6, and 9 correspond to the line number.
Hilariously alike indeed
My special child's wheelchair and my patience when they are freed
Toward great fun to meet triumphantly necessary need
Like driving against gloomy mood for exuberant deed...
When soaring for delightful pursuits no to miss
My son's wheelchair maneuvers with bliss
Such is my patience from heart's grateful abyss
Praising the Lord for the help of every Brod and Sis...
When the wheelchair can't function and to rest it must bow
My special child keeps asking questions midst why and how---
That's my patience* in waiting for fulfilment of a vow
I pray, "Lord, please give me faith's answer, and I want it now!"
*Psalms 37:7-9 Rest in the LORD, and wait patiently for him: fret not thyself because of him who prospereth in his way.
July 24, 2025
2nd place, "12 lines or less Ridiculous Comparisons" Rhyme Poetry Writing Contest; Sponsored by Miranda Hawley; judged on 8/16/2025
You were my first and truest guide,
With open arms and heart so wide.
A listening ear through sleepless nights,
A steady hand in all my fights.
You taught me love, you taught me grace,
You held me in your warm embrace.
But I, your son, was not always kind—
I lost my way, left truth behind.
I broke your heart with foolish pride,
Got in trouble, chose to hide.
The law came knocking more than once,
And I played the part of the reckless son.
There came a time I wouldn't speak,
We went for months, or maybe weeks.
A silence deep, cold and wide—
The pain we both felt, hard to hide.
But love, it lingers, doesn't fade,
Even in the mess we made.
You never stopped, you never ran,
Still saw the boy behind the man.
And when the time was right, we talked—
On softened ground, together walked.
With tears and hope, we both forgave,
And chose to heal, not dig a grave.
You are my mother, my truest friend,
The one who stayed until the end.
For all the wrong, I made it through,
Because of love—because of you.
Scott W
On the way back from the Spar
A familiar ring I’ve heard
But you must be very far
So it could have been a thought
Just a casual thought that came
Like a butterfly that flies
Out of chrysalis to gain
Freedom of the open skies
It wasn’t real like it seemed
What that was, I can’t define
There’s no moral in the dreams
And illusions never lie
They just put you in the world
Of the very special kind
Where your calls now can be heard
Those I’ve missed, they ring through time..
You may not believe me
But I know it so well
Every lilac tree
Has its own special smell
This I fail to describe
Its expressless to me
Each tree has its own type
Blooming easy and free
There's no equality shared
No familiar democracy
Lilacs fragrances spread
Fugitive meritocracy
Flattering you with the one
Sweetest lie
You are still fair and young
If you give it a try.
If not for my mother
I would have been in jail
She cool me down
Everytime them give me hate
She makes me eat
Even when I don't earn
Steadily supplying all I need.
The things
I lack
Are the things
I never asked from her
She's always giving
Unconditionally
Without seizing
She gives all she has for nothing.
None like a mother
Her love is genuine and tender
Staying with you in any weather
Always render
Support whenever you need her
Fighting your opposition without surrender.
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