Says do dem tok
SWAY
Tey belong no oda way to tok
MYSTERY BODI BE JUSS WAKA
MYSTERY HEART BE JUMPING
Steady growing
Sorely dawning don com
I DANCE FOR DI WIND
MOVIN-GROOVING
Prancing-ants sweetening struck
RAPIDWAKA
HEYYY HEY JUSS WANNA SWAY
SAYS DO THEY SAY
sway
TEY BE LONE NO OTHER WAY
TO SAY
sway
Mystery body be just moving
Mystery heart be jumping
STEADY GROWING
SORELY DAWNING HAS COME
I dance in the wind
MOVIN-GROOVING
PRANCING-ANTS SWEETENING STRUCK
Rapid moving
HEYYY! HEY JUST WANNA
SWAY
T’is the July cold
Carried into August
A hot cup of tea’s sold
For salvation promised
Shivers down the spine
Hairs on forearms stand
To be sheltered just fine
Mark of a strong brand
I sway in the wind
Puckered skin
Collared coat pinned
Against cold to win
Existence a great learning curve
A journey to sway and to swerve\
Whilst society attempts to unnerve
Communities we need to conserve
Help others with kindness we serve
Self love is what we deserve
Fulfilling our lives with much verve
the endless ocean
with rippling and foaming waves
simply glides and sways
When My feet taps to the beat I know that I can be free.
The music makes me rock, as I suddenly forget about the clock
Tik
Tik
Tik
Goes the stress of time, but
Tap
Tap Tap
goes the rythim of my feet, I sing, I rock
Because its "Never to late" says Glenn
Now I know that it will never matter again. My past, present, and future are all a blur to the emblem of the music. It takes over me as I sway.
I know my love will never fray as I "stargaze" as the sound causes a craz in my mind.
It takes me over and makes me feel, for once in my life I feel!
I rock to the funky guitar and heavy drums.
Knowing never again will I find a sound quite like these hums.
The crowd in my mind gathers by my ears to listen to the sound of my oh so sweet tears.
I love music I cry on the daily, but my friends in my ears just think im crazy.
Ill rock all day listening to Glenn Hughes because with his sound...
I'll NEVER feel the blues.
A squirrel who once was all-day hustle-run
discovered spring had hung a swing nearby.
He eyed it first as something strange and fun,
then hopped aboard to give the breeze a try.
The branches rocked him in a gentle arc,
a cradle made of sunlight, leaves, and ease.
He closed his eyes, forgetting he was stark
addicted to the rush of busy trees.
Soon all his twitchy habits slipped away~
the frantic stash, the darting here and there.
He let the swing decide the pace of the day,
a mellow rhythm floating through the air.
And now he’s learned what wiser creatures know:
Sometimes, you simply sway and let life slow.
An occasion to attend, whence from sleep
Daffodils raise pretty heads so unique
To grace the spring with their glorious thrills
Filling hearts with joys of dancing daffodils.
Lilting to and fro when the soft winds blow
Grassland is enhanced as daffodils flow
Picturesque scenes from yellow beauty queens
Delightfully performed in golden sheens.
When it's spring again, love begins again
Daffodils sway to soft winds sweet refrain
They dance to the trill of the lovebirds song
Joyous to be where they truly belong.
Down the ages daffodils turned faces
Those wondrous hordes of exquisite ladies.
the wind is silent
just bobbing heads dancing in
summer's endless breeze
The heart begins to count the beat
The blood repeats a vow in beat
The bones remember how to beat
Each step aligns with borrowed time
Each breath is tethered into time
The day taps out a hidden sound
The clocks pretend they all are sound
Our lives are trained to chase that sound
But silence bends the pulse askew
And teaches waiting something new
At night the stars contract and sway
Their distant fires all hum and sway
Galaxies learn how to sway
The rhythm widens, deep and slow
As space remembers how to go
The mind insists on perfect lines
It cuts the world in brittle lines
And trips across its measured lines
Yet chaos drums a truer song
And proves the counting was all wrong
I pause between the strikes I know
Release the urge to lead and know
What moves me does not need my know
The truest beat is letting go
And trusting what I can’t control
Tag:
Between the beats, I live.
We built off of an empty hope
That’s now dead and decayed
We hung our wants and dreams on rope
And since then, it has frayed
We painted our story on the walls
Which have begun to fade
If we hadn’t built our love so tall
Maybe we wouldn’t have swayed
If we hadn’t built a love at all
Maybe we would’ve stayed
They say that life’s a vapor
Death hides behind its veil
We chose to build a skyscraper
Believing love could never fail
But our foundation was too weak
And the storm, it was too strong
We ignored each shift and creak
Denied that anything was wrong
Then everything we worked so hard to gain
Came crumbling, crashing to the ground
Our laughter, joy, and pain-
Now dust is all that’s found
And we’re picking up every scrap and shard
Of something that wasn’t built to last
Two hearts that have now been marred
Two broken people with a broken past
So our love was like life’s vapor
It’s like the people say
You make it in the newspaper
And are forgotten the next day
You build a skyscraper
Thinking it will always stay
You build a skyscraper
And one day, it starts to sway
Silken dreadlocks weeping in rhythm.
Attuned with the lightest gust of wind.
Beauty in a sweeping motion.
Wordku: 5-7-5 words
AP: 1st place 2026
The Jewish New Year starts tonight
And autumn starts today.
I can’t feel optimistic, though,
With hatred holding sway.
Divisions in this country
Make me feel I don’t belong,
With the ones in charge ensuring that
We’ll never get along.
Colbert’s speech at the Emmys
Ended on an upbeat note.
“I have never loved my country more…”
Was part of what he wrote.
I wish that I could feel that way
But I must disagree,
For our leaders now don’t represent
America to me.
Autumn Sway
golden leaves in flight
chilly breeze whirls through the trees
sunshine fades away
rancid scent hangs in the air
autumn firmly holds its sway.
I close my eyes
savouring the memory
of the clash of waves
and rhythmic sway
that rocked my childhood
AP: 2nd place 2025
Mesmerized by nature’s pendulum
the rhythmic motion of the tides
I listen to the splash of waves
unfurl against the seashore
The ever undulating flow of waves
the hypnotizing sway of water
it’s the perfect appetizer before
enjoying every sunset as it falls
AP: Honorable Mention 2025
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