—How & The Art—
Thou bidd’st me not to love thee—teach me how;
for when I read thy words, I hear thy speech
bend into sighs no alphabet can vow,
and touch the very wound words cannot reach.
Thy phrases come sea-fraught, and, entering,
distil their brine within my jottish cup;
each pause grows lachrymal; each stress doth sting—
till mine own eyes betray what I’d shut up.
I’ve stood through iron years, and did not break;
yet sable, aureate—my hounds—draw near,
climb up, and ask, “Wherefore, Pa, dost ache?”
I smile; they search my face, then simply hear.
So tell me, how shall I learn thy art,
when silence hears thee loudest in my heart?
Tear the Heart and Teach the Soul
Through all our lives we seek control
Darkness held at arms' length
Striving with our bitter strength
Forcing madness to submit to sense
To rein our Animus to governance
Though it resists, to try our will
Against its roil we set our minds
Lest we perceive what it divines
The razored truths it seeks and finds
The lessons it would give us still
That tear the heart and teach the soul.
Life eats life
As so it goes, without restraint
Necessity absorbs the spreading taint
That all must bear, the cost of life
Paid with death, born of strife
We are the ends of one another
As we destroy we must create
As we discover, much too late
Sister to Sister, Brother to Brother
This. The shared edge of the knife.
O Lord, teach me to pray
The 'come what may' prayer.
There's the longing of aching souls,
Acutely bothered by inward roars.
Well informed of being born for eternity,
Deep inside our souls, there's no mystery.
We do not rush in where angels fear to tread.
We long to believe and walk in what you said.
We also understand destiny and sovereignty,
And that time seems both a rush and a hush.
O Lord, teach us to say as the psalmist,
This is the day that The Lord has made;
I will rejoice and be glad in it.
It was half-sub-merged; as it were you
sea."
And some sort of process?
that seemed to
In-clude me.? Well wether i write-ed? or it just appeared.' People will read it have no
Fear..It will test their aptitude and
drown their senses..May be it'll flush out more whatever? And liquidate fences.? Words have that power.! I know not fully, the knot from
Whence it comes, yet it causes some tears
And anguish in a sum.' Or laughter? And
hilarity, fires emotions; causes commotions, it can describe truth fully or
Twisted, it can be.? It describes Abrahams
Actions, for ' he digged a well ' thats the text in front of me..A Bible verse thats lasted so long, a story etched in stone and songs, read so many billion times..The tounge
recites its prose and rhyme..I think
Of the fancy grammer beagles that stilt and censure..And create wots legal.? But
God don't care.' Bout sll the razz, and when they run out of words, and time there is more that He has.' He gets it writed.' Is whats the case.' And it will float
This ARK in many a space writed and worthy it proceeds along, while critics though many.' Are really
swans lost in their own songs.'
I am a baby
Teach me how to love this land
Africa is home
Have you watched the video of a joyfull child, a boy running with just stumps for
Feet.' Waving what is left of his arms in joy
A child of war ravaged Palastine a real place in the middle east, where beach sand allows his actions,
cushioning the shock! as
He enjoys the days treats, the gifts of war and rumours of, in a place where vultures truly
Roost and also soar, where real-estate exponents would build luxury penthouses at that same shore.' And there will no doubt be buyers, avid for any spoils? Supporters of human averice wallowing
In each advance? Of conflict with its supperating now full blown boils.' God bless the boy, i don't know his name.' Lord
His example puts me to abject shame..'
I am against this, and indeed all wars and
The human buzzards, that gather, to rip at any spoils.'
What parents teach their children
Mostly isn’t what they say,
But the way they live their lives
Those children witness every day.
If there’s kindness or there’s anger,
Lack of interest or support,
Kids learn quickly how their parents
May excel or come up short.
Offspring emulate behavior
In their folks that they admire
Or reject some ways of being
They’d be glad to see expire.
As they grow, without their knowing,
They absorb or let dissolve
Certain customs that they live with
As their grown-up selves evolve.
And as they approach adulthood,
They might find, with some surprise,
They’ve become their parents or
The opposite, in their own eyes.
Ten caged apes eat grapes
AP: Honorable Mention 2026
I learned
that rocks, and plants,
and dirt, and true grit
are mind-numbingly boring
to middle-schoolers
and children who need
constant stimulation.
Nature is gentle.
I cannot transfer intrigue
to the next generation.
I use humor, movement,
variety, and colors.
Red jasper is prevalent
in North Carolina.
It isn't rare.
Neither am I.
I scratch
the dried southern clay
off warm rocks
and try to teach
the exquisiteness
of nature.
I hope God
is listening
to my appreciation.
there's wisdom gained when one lives
the soul learns and forgives
age revealed love covers many sins
and will rise to life to live again
.
i hear theze werdz
each landlop
mine
if'n i don't
forth mawz
mine
thuh likewize
query
.
there'z only
learn share
then
if'n yuh care
Oh God..' Almighty guide my ways.)
Search to forgive this ground
birth given to be forgiven
somewhere in this parody of life
you stand, unforgiven and ruthless
untouched your words will heal
someones heart in despair.
Will you be the hero without the story
or a soldier paid in gold undiscovered,
own your pride and wear your shame
spare those that are rich of their money
sacrifice you must to protect all the rest,
tomorrow will come for all the rest,
chosen are happy with their pills
and forever in pain and poems written
In their blood on cheap paper
will be sold across the world,
who will buy into these lies
those who paid have no shame
books will take all the blame
history will teach no one will listen
tragedy for all, glory for few
isnt that the truth.
We don't need such drivel..Rather genuine
Ed-u-cation classes of fifteen children the
Max will create better results..Than
Other cheap hacks.' Under conteporary
Systems..We note results.' Wonder much
Longer.. somethings at fault.? Is it the
Said-u-cation being taught?
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