Relationships come in all shapes and sizes.
Many will be shortlived, others longlasting.
Some will remain superficial, others be deep.
Human connections can be complex
but in the end we all have the need
for kindness, respect and a smile.
AP: Honorable Mention 2026
Slapstick humour is ill refined
It will do when in a pinch
~ Don’t quit your day job
Wordku: 5-7-5 words
AP: Honorable Mention 2025
When love is good,
it's really great.
Unfortunately for most
when the sparkle fades,
they don't know how to fix it.
Seems easier for many
to clear the slate and
go for instant gratification
of finding someone new.
They're addicted to
easy pickings and
the high of novelty.
The other side of that coin
is they are cursed to never
experience the depth
of true and lasting love.
AP: 3rd place 2026, Honorable Mention 2025
in a world of make believe
of people hooked on games
and scenarios seen on screens
people have become expendable
everyone is now jaded
content in their isolation
closing in onto themselves
with a growing distaste for socializing
we've become cynical and antisocial
friendship no longer a commodity
we smile and nod without oversharing
not letting anyone into our bubble
time is a factor we refuse to squander
we ration it in order to survive
to manage our stressful life
valuing our down time
we prefer to chill out and be alone
than to spend time with others
we're frugal with our energy
we don't invest in our relationships
sadly we’ve forgotten how valuable
rare true friends can really be
AP: Honorable Mention 2025
Words never to be uttered to another
Fix you.
Fix me? Fix you? Change?
For whom? Society?
Why for? Because i’m abnormal?
Abnormal to whom? Society? You?
Words never to be uttered to another.
Change you. Change me?
For whom? Society?
What for? So that i can be “normal?”
Normal for whom? Unknowns?
Fix? Change? Me? You?
I am me.
But society? Society is you.
Sharp words you spewed.
A Darker void- you begot.
Its magnitude, you know not?
Fix me?
Fix you.
Within my joy there is no hidden sorrow
No sense in mixing opposites I see
Don’t want to rediscover gone tomorrows
I’m superficial, from the signs of depth I flee
Knowing that troubles could be easily incurred
In magic of the nature I’m involved
It saves my time, and helps me to endure
The anxieties of this deceptive world
To swim beyond the buoys is not for me
When splashes of the tide awash this land
I’m there with my wine to watch the sea
It writes away some wave marks in the sand.
Superficial impressions, like the sunset ripple
Museums, beaches, cafes by the score
The phrasebook conversations with the service people
Cliches in their predictable galore
You’re saved from depth and filled with little pleasures
The charms of tourism, early breakfasts, late night bed
You travel light or loaded, spot some treasures
And file them in the archive, to forget.
Smile while you can, with every given day.
Under this beautiful sky is your own paradise.
Nature welcomes you when you appreciate yourself.
Reach the top of your "Aura", don't fall into the emptiness.
Ignore the superficial and the bad vibrations.
Sacrifice your life squeezing the best of you.
Earth is the place we know, our heaven to be embraced to.
She pooh-poohed his smallish gift.
He looked glum and she looked miffed.
No diamond in sight,
She did not delight.
Her love for him was set adrift.
why do we
still assume that whispered diamond dialects
delicate and sheer
aren't scripted with blades
that curdle blood-stained musings
as summer symphonies scorch ebony skin
tattooed with dark and deep sinister sonnets
sewn from superficial scarlet syllables
that emanate rusted mahogany hues
so listen to the mulberry metaphors
that rain with roseate rhymes
from the hazy melancholic midnight skies
where not every mist of dust
becomes a halcyon teal blue rivulet
of passionate poetry
nor do they mirror
the wind
carrying unspoken tale
that is veiled
beneath twinkling twilight tides
When we walked through the park that May
I began to think that we would
talk about the weather and say
the shallow things we thought we should
instead of the feelings we had.
The inane talk driving me mad;
in my head, I should have been glad.
Long was the distance between us,
as long as from Earth to Venus.
I did not want to cause a fuss
but I felt I was kept at bay
and thought of home and if I could
leave your dire company, darkly sad,
and write off this date as a muss.
NB: Fragmented Rhyme – created by Constance La France.
I am about as together as a goose’s loose feathers.
However, sadly that means I’m so lightweight I can get carried away.
I am as well-assembled as blocks that are oh so easily connected.
However, sadly that means it’s all too easy for me to fall to pieces.
Often, as I lie awake
Silent in the stillness of night
I think of you
And I ponder how
Through the gift of reacquaintance
Our lives entwined and unravelled
Priorities widened and waned
Worlds synced and separated
My mind revisits
Every late night, spent close in connection
Every challenge confronted
Every emotion uncovered
Every depth of feeling shared
And now, here lies a superficial shroud
In darkness and depression
And an emptiness echoes between
The souls of strangers
@katlady_t
February 6, 2022
Picturesque and simple with sweet little windows,
Tidy guestrooms beside stylish bedrooms,
A kitchen straight out of a home catalog,
All contain inside plastic walls.
Blush, copper, teal walls leading to a bathroom,
Cobalt blue hibiscus designs on matching tea sets,
Coordinating furniture in every room.
Delicate and perfect from the roof to the garden.
Impeccable ideal home, a tangible version of home.
A grounded fantasy that profoundly consumes all,
Yearning to live in a dollhouse.
(A Shakespearian Sonnet)
Is faith we own a stain on ‘faith more real,’
or tattoo burned on skin that’s in life’s game?
Our faith stands up (when waves are not genteel)
or lives on land (where tests are likely tame)?
Does God look down and think our faith’s divine
or each man’s faith judged, works are not enough?
It seems obtuse to dream our soul is fine,
that Jesus’ blood suffices! Grace through snuff!
Let me trust God’s provisions for my soul,
no life gets wrecked eschewing pride’s device.
Does faith say glue and Scotch tape make me whole?
My eyes search for what’s right; ears His advice.
Is Grace the key? Christ saves though I’m a jerk?
Or that’s too easy? Heaven needs more work!
Long Tooth
July 22nd in 2020
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