Melancholy is a dreary morning;
hidden within our souls
like mist spread over the marsh—
upon the stagnant waters
and the treetops
that refuse to drown.
At night,when everything is stable and calm
Someone whispers,having its presence and charm.
Although invisible, with no footprints
A scary image,in the mind it imprints.
In the ghostly night,with no traces around
Somehow, this view let me feel scared and astound.
The wind whispers the secrets, the darkness hide
The invisible beauty that spread far and wide.
The wind whispers, the stories untold
Those that,with darkness...unfold.
Contest Title: Snapshots Of A Night Scene
Sponsored By: Nette Onclaud
Date: 20/05/2026
Last year, we planted California poppies
For the first time. Only one plant survived,
But we were delighted and proud that our
Poppies thrived and thrilled all who saw them.
This year, desirous of a great show spot,
I transplanted California poppies
On top of our dirt pill.
To my sore disappointment,
They all withered and died.
I wanted to cry, but because
The poppies of '25 were so
Popular, I will continue to try.
Hoping to spread the beauty,
We have shared some poppies
with our wonderful niethbors
And are anticipating their success.
When spring starts to spread its soft lease
The green shoots bring nature`s sweet peace,
The sun shines so bright
With fresh, gentle light
And robins chanting their release.
Close the door behind you.
Walk away and don't ever look back.
Time to set you free.
Wordku: 5-7-5 words
AP: Honorable Mention 2026
On how many levels
does true genius spawn
Is its gift comprehensive
or surgically drawn
Does it drive our emotions
like intellect swayed
Or stay pointed and focused
in only one way
Is it able to migrate
to conscience from mind
Can it cross a new border
or hill to be climbed
Will it outgrow the limits
indentured by class
Enhancing our psyches
— all borders surpassed
(Dreamsleep: January, 2026)
A Christmas Table Spread
The table spread appears Christmassy
I’ve been working tirelessly, busy as a bee
My market list consists of garlic garlands and saffron
Other wild spices and cream for flan
Alaskan salmon, cranberry for ruby glaze
Fried zucchini and tangerine yams ablaze.
We start with specialty coffee and warm pineapple tamale’s
Displayed are red berries and shiny evergreen-leaf holly’s
Silver bells, gifts and holiday cards,
lit candles and gold ribbon by the yards.
Soon we’ll gather with our family and friends
And if necessary, we’ll make amends
Although it’s not a white Christmas
I know it’s genuinely spirited alas—
when the children laugh and run
I did the math, we’re all just having fun.
Wishing all…
Christmas Cheers and Happy New Year!
I Am Anaya
Christmas
12/25/2025
City's wide-spread fame.
Follow not up on, loud raved.
Time-honoured as worn
Nor whose route leads to.
Country's chance find; ah!
If lit for, less gilded! Nowhere's
Hid, humbly away scorn.
My own tone shines through.
Spread your sail and live
wind seldom hides his shy kisses-
let him guide your ship
Laughter is contagious
So too’s a frown
Stand on your head
Your frown’s a laugh
~ upside down
I am a poet
Not just any poet
But one whose heart
Both feels and bleeds
I write of many things
The rights of women
Corruption, discrimination, humanity
Wounds the world laughs off as jokes
Yet all I write
Slips silent as a black cat in the dark
My voice unheard
Even when my shadow cries for help
Still, I will write
Until my voice breaks through
Until my name is spoken
Not as a saint, but as one who saw the future.
Circles spread on the surface
And disappear in the pool
And do it so lightly - it must
Be starting to sprinkle.
Where are the grayish clouds
I should see in the reflection?
Where are the tapping sounds
And the shift in the wind?
No - my eyes are dripping tears
I didn't see coming.
Catch them - merciful waters -
And put them away from me.
The night has spread its cloak of cold stars over the entire earth,
I, a lost soul, call to merge with you into eternity,
In winter sheets, like two flames dancing their shadows,
Weaving our dreams into a secret ritual under the moonlight.
You, my distant light, are the beacon at the horizon of my heart,
The distance between us stretches like an ocean of endless silence,
My thoughts sink, transforming into waves of longing,
Shaking my tranquility, while desires remain unfulfilled in the abyss.
My lonely bed becomes a vast and deep universe of dreaming,
Embraced by the hope of your coming, like a dream of silk and light,
My soul waits for you to hold it in your warm and gentle arms,
To melt away the silence in your embrace and create eternal love.
Love my broken heart with the tenderness of a spring breeze,
Whisper sweet words to me and weave them into a fabric of peace,
Let me float on the wings of pure fantasy, escaping routine,
We travel through the symphony of the night, lost in timelessness.
We are twin rhythms of the same heart, beating in unison,
In the endless symphony of the night, where time loses its form.
Spread Sheet comes again
goes around up and more down
his smells are so known
There's an Energy,
Within you and me.
Have you felt it lately?
Whispering, tickling,
The tingling of your soul
Sharing It's energy,
Oh so carefully.
Consuming darkness,
within its light.
Let go the control,
Don't try to fight,
The soul does it right.
Protection and love,
From within and above,
Spreading over the Earth,
Raising our inner worth.
Living within us since birth.
Love, it's so pure,
I'm sure,
Its who we once were
So spread the cure.
Just a smile,
One good deed,
Going out of the way,
Fulfilling a need.
From love, with light
Speaks truth,
The perfect example,
Honest and pure.
So plant your seed,
Pluck out the weeds,
Its what the World needs.
So come stand with me,
Step into the future,
Let's spread the cure.
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