We built an eternity on shifting sand, and watched time steal what we held in hand.
No words to begin to play, all our hours we spent were swept away.
Now the cold turns dark, and your warmth turns to gray.
Each step we took went blind, searching the words I couldn’t find.
The meeting place we abandoned becomes dilapidated.
Our past now disappear in our dreams,
That fades away in the empty streams,
But our threads had been cut, and our arrangement had been shut.
Searching the lives we shared,
Still the memories stay there.
Pls don’t break it and handle it with care.
Because the day will find your next pair.
Torrential rain crashed upon us.
We laughed though our picnic was ruined.
Surprises make the best memories.
Wordku: 5-7-5 words
AP: Honorable Mention 2026, Honorable Mention 2026
Episode two..What can we do.? The sixth
Generation in technology is forming ( the
Government issues no warning ) not as in
2020..' The threat was amplified by all and
Any.' Mostly by those in media and tech also pharmacies were in it over their heads
Its time to prioritise, to me thats clear.' Or go souless, as ghouls with no redress.' A
Citizen of tyranny, overruled by tech and motivated by innumerable fears.)
…it’s all over. A bridge once stood here. Strong and sturdy where we could safely tread and reach the distance, hand in hand, secure in one another’s embrace.
Our travels, as the years went by and the storms came and went, seemed to wear upon this bridge, our hands detaching one digit at a time.
These hands know not a gentle touch from one another any longer. Instead, now stands distance where once stood a mighty bridge. Now dangling rope and splintered wood with an insurmountable chasm between where once we stood, hand in hand.
We could curse the bridge, but why hold disdain for such a thing as the very path that once brought us together. We could curse each other, but such hurtful and hollow platitudes hold no weight.
The chasm is too deep and too long however.
So long, my dearest friend. May one day we find another bridge to cross, another path to travel, and the warm embrace we once enjoyed so very long ago.
Suddenly
there arises
the end of what
never was~
what never was
may seem to have
delayed the end
but what never was
never began~~
Suddenly
I'm satisfied by my small
and unacknowledged
life
full of small
and wonderful things
that I acknowledge
and love
I’ll write a haiku
tomorrow
less words
and vivid meaning
to honor
James Morrison
and his music
specifically,
his song
“Broken Strings”
Suddenly, there's the emerging of Spring
Flowers burst into bloom with sweet perfume
The scent lures bees to sup their nectar
New life abounds amid the season's sounds
Meadows are revived, alive and thriving
a sky wash of blue
we forecast an early coming of spring
a first crocus dares appear
Wordku: 5-7-5 words
AP: Honorable Mention 2025
suddenly the bird sings, quite suddenly, startling
the stranger-to-the-dawn of day; he thinks the bird
is where the bird shouldn’t be; but knowingly,
with amusement, having quite habitually heard
the bird tweet, as the morning sun stretches its wings,
the wife informs the stranger to the waning dusk,
“oh dear husband, the bird sings from the tree,”
but he must widen the slats of the levolor blinds,
to open his eyes, to the world that exists above
his office in the split level basement. where did he think
the melody resounded from - the deck? no,
the great by and by, the bluest sky, the sun’s rays…
its hazy, at best. the mind needs a rest…startled
Well, he walked away mid august,
Was following the yellow moon;
If he had left a letter there,
Would've said I won't be back too soon.
And not one time did he look back
At that house upon the plains;
He prayed that those crops would grow
And family survived the pain.
He passed through the land he knew
When he was a much younger man;
He walks back and forth across fields
As though they were built to his plan.
Recalls all the hard work he'd done
But with loving family by his side
They fell in love with their domain.
He did not know the time would come
When he'd leave without a goodbye;
Thought he'd live to a ripe old age,
For the life of him knew not why.
Suddenly, now, the clouds rolled in
And he took one last look to home;
Just when he was lifted up
He read his name upon the stone.
sunshine hits my back
I hear the caw of a crow
smelling cut fresh grass
all nerves suddenly alert
someone must be watching me
So suddenly
I started to pray
For my Father
For a few hours
Before I started to
Fall asleep
I have no problem
Falling sleep
I go to bed early every night
So that I can get a proper night sleep
Every single night
I never wake up in the
Middle of the night
I sleep all the way through the night
Tomorrow my Father
Early in the morning
Will bring the new day
I hope it will be a sunny day
in the gale tempest wind my plants twined ..
torrential rain fell and sun shined
Upon the slow-flowing river,
Suddenly swans
Scud quickly away.
From round the bend I gracefully glide,
I am the queen of them all.
And quickly my king arrives.
The dance of love begins.
We bob our heads, wings quivering,
Necks entwined.
Unruffled snow-white plumage.
In time my eggs are hatched,
Cygnets are so cute.
How quickly they grow.
Now we are a royal family
Suddenly swans.
Suddenly..
The illusion ends..
This is the story
Of what is called
A flip..
Seen as a story
There really is no
Illusion or flip
Or story...
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