to see if I could be
quiet enough for the barred owl
or the pileated woodpecker
to turn his beaded eye
towards me
I wish I could
do more than type keys
that stand for letters
that add up to words
that tally up to meaning
in the early evening,
surrounded by browning leaves
as I also age
on solid ground
Play 'Stay'
by Jackson Browne
for sentimental reason
at 2 AM when I don't want to go home
This is living in 'Our Town'
by Thorton Wilder
Emily's monologue
is always worth a listening crowd
"Good-by to clocks ticking....
and Mama's sunflowers"
Don't forget "hot baths"
because if you never had one
you just wish for water
Barking. Off, away
By Frank Daub
She is UNAWARE that she cannot stay – too long.
Her time is limited to short intensiveness,
so, she doesn’t hold back, but plays
and zooms in circles through every room
open to her padded paws.
Stopping suddenly short –
she remembers the love we share
and she pads back to sit looking up at me.
That is when I pray that pups are part of Heaven.
A string of pearls gleams in her aster eyes
she tries to veil grief away
but truth will ever stay.
I'm in my Easter bunny outfit
fitting right in with the crowd.
If I close my eyes I hear the disco music
and blend in with the other groupies.
Life is simple as we parade our youth,
just another bunny without a care in the world.
AP: 3rd place 2026
An empty chair kept moving closer
each time I moved it somewhere I couldn't see.
I dragged the chair into the corner,
but found it beside me the next morning.
I blamed the wind, the floor, the house,
anything I could blame instead.
Some things follow you without moving;
some things wait without being asked.
One night, I turned the chair around
and found old marks carved into the wood.
I didn't remember putting them there,
but I knew I'd seen them before.
So I carried the chair outside
and set it down where the grass was tall.
For once, it stayed where I left it.
That night… I didn't bring it back.
I thought the chair was following me.
It wasn't. I was the one bringing it with me.
As one grows up,
one is becoming an adult.
At least that is what is supposed to happen,
many want to stay as a child.
No responsibilities,
no growing up.
Life can be more effervescent,
in the adult world.
So grow up,
no one knows the harbinger of things to come.
lost in your own world my angelic voice ignored
In the kernel..In the buds, in clouds that wreath above, in the timber feel its form
Its with a direction all things are born,
Maybe sometimes you're inclined to go
Against the grain.' Is that not so.? Maybe
A better way is waiting for you.? But from
What iv'e seen its only God ' who'll see ya
Through.'
Do you realize they want to abolish not just ICE
but the US Senate AND the Presidency too
Reopen the borders and all the jails for good measure
Turn America into a coast-to-coast zoo
And don’t think we're immune
They’re coming to our towns soon
They're the DSA and they mean what they say
~ No longer a fad, they’re here to stay
This old lighthouse wants to say,
about the cold clouds of gray.
When it rained all night and day,
with the keeper wanting to pray.
Then the sun would come out to play,
making the blue sea a pretty highway.
This old lighthouse saw many ships,
some sailed by and some smashed like a souffle.
Sailing by were many birds of prey,
telling the old lighthouse it was like a cast away.
Old lighthouse even on Christmas day,
I can not getaway.
For the old lighthouse and keeper was it judgment day?
Why did the keeper want to stay?
Why not just run away?
The keeper knew he could not leave ~ no way,
telling God they both were not a runway.
I didn't say that,
Jackson Browne did
I'm not talking about music,
rhyme, or suicide
Isn't that just three
simple words
for what I cannot
wrap my mind around?
Ben, I won't tell you
now
that I came to the edge once
too
sometimes tomorrows
don't feel
like possibilities
I consider the view from the top
when breathing can sometimes be
the hardest part
Would air run wild to hold me
if I let go?
Does a passionate end
make an average life
worth reconsidering?
"Does it ever get easier mom?"
You might ask me in ten years
I'll tell you (the love and bane
of my existence)
"No, but its worth
multiplies"
Some things don’t leave with time,
they settle in the corners slow,
like dust upon a windowpane
that only quiet hours know.
A word, a look, a half-breathed thought,
can stay longer than we plan,
not everything that ends is gone—
some lives inside what we began.
And I have learned to let them be,
these small unspoken parts of me,
not all that stays is meant to hurt,
some things just choose to simply be.
This poem is about memories and emotions that stay with us over time. It shows that not everything we experience disappears—some feelings quietly remain and shape who we are.
make the best of a bad situation by staying positive
A lot of respect Julia to you..In going through the horrors (some isrealis) put on you.'
Among so many others, all advocates
For fairness and peace' yet upon you all
Was violence and torture put, that was
The only gifts they released.' I believe we
Would not see 'eye to eye?' On really every
Thing.' Yet we both as real Australians
i'll say will would look into
just everything.' So despite
Any dichotomy.' Of which there are many
In the world, i say welcome to my heart you
Have done your best.? Yeah gurl.' No need
For all the violence, no need for all the hate
That is now as oppresive and a bad religion.? No its not a bit of me, my mates.' I say leave each Nation to live at rest, to work it
Out for themselves, its maybe fir the best.' No
More lobbying for armouerments, no more
Blood for oil, no more secret satanic
rituals set..
By the name of Jesus, I say' may all such evil fail
fall and fall.'
Sometimes one can get a bit nervous at times
One can start to feel negative
Sometimes the butterflies come in
But we must search within
There is no reason to fear failure
Sometimes when you are too scared to try
Just remember the reason why
The reason that you waited so long for
For you have come too far
Sometimes we are better than we realise
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