The sun is shining,
Divine timing aligning,
I'm defining the ride,
Deciding what to choose,
You can't lose this game,
You're creating every frame,
Aim for loving things,
It brings the best experience,
A chance for you to see,
True beauty in motion,
An emotional roller coaster,
A host to all creation,
A vibration so high,
You'll feel like you're flying,
Trying to surf the waves,
Behave like you should,
It feels really good,
If you truly understood,
It would change how you see,
The ability to re arrange reality,
Through a loving mentality,
Rising above each situation,
Knowing your relation to it all,
No longer feeling small,
When you fall into the swell,
Temporarily it feels like hell,
Stop to smell the roses,
The sun rose again today,
And I chose the same play.
When the toilet paper roll
is almost empty,
it may cause panic,
but only temporarily!
You just have to make sure
a full roll is close by,
for if not, there may be no one
to hear your anguished cry!
In my parents' house, the extra bumwad
was in a closet,
but not in the loo;
a circumstance that should have been outlawed,
for what was a child to do
with the poo
that was still stuck on his smelly backside?
Some ingenuity must be applied!
Well, the toilet paper roll is paper too!
Unroll it, smooth it out. That oughta do!
I am too obsessed.
There.
I imagine too deeply.
There.
I long too intensely.
There.
I love myself too much.
There.
I impeach this self of mine.
Yet, obsession is better than lethargy,
Deep imagination dances with longing,
And my love temporarily turns a blind eye to its own impeachment.
Before my final deathbed, I shall be judged.
"Even if this very moment is a swamp, live within it.
Do not even struggle. Like a little frog,
Just gently poke your eyes above the surface of the swamp."
"Ribbit, ribbit."
Allowing
whether we like it or not
thoughts and feelings
arise in each of us..
some are welcomed..others not..
welcomed or not welcomed
our attention..temporarily
fixes our identity..
we seem to become those arisings
of thought and feeling..
until..we notice their brief
appearance on a stage
on which all past thoughts
and feelings..have made their
debut and departure..
but what of that stage..?
the discovery dawns:
we have always been
that empty and full stage
of most simple Allowing...
Block off the sorrow
Wall off the pain
Quarantine tomorrow
When it returns again.
Don't play her music
Don't let the chords start
It penetrates the armor
that surrounds my heart.
She lies in a grave
Under a stone
She hoped and she gave
Now it's all gone.
You can riff a jazz song
You can play hard rock
Keep it harsh and strong
Don't turn on the clock.
In her last days her hairdresser came
Into our modest home
Temporarily cheered her up
with a scissors and a comb.
How have the mighty fallen
How has a vibrant life come low
I hear the past a' callin'
A place where I can't go.
So don't play that oldies song
Leave those memories alone.
Some doors stay closed for a reason—
Some hearts are better stone.
INTELLECTUAL CONTEXTS
encoded
anticipated
affinity
emphasised
with
tradition
neutral
collaborative
genres
articular
ambivalent
in isolation
then
deepened
with
representational
certainities
of
avaliable
choice
oscillating
intensely
collaborative
reclusive
concepts
circulating
sessions
to
celebrate
.significant
issues
temporarily
transcending
the confrontational
discussed
yet
introverted
amorphous
expatiations
anticipate
aspirations
in performance
Family, the ones you were taught to give endlessly to.
Giving and giving, everything of yourself not even seeing you were bleeding out.
Too absorbed in caring for other people who should have been caring for you.
Slowly fading, looking for your wound to temporarily stop the critical bleeding.
Too much lost, no longer able to use the quick fix anymore.
You broke me down
temporarily,
but I'm in
a much better place
now,
mentally,
so I no longer hear
the sad songs
of betrayal
that once seemed
to play
endlessly
in the corners
of my mind.
I no longer replay,
rewind,
or remember
how or why I allowed
myself
to surrender
to your lies and alibis,
everytime
you broke our bond
by cheating on me.
See,
I have picked up
the pieces of my life.
I am no longer
a victim
of the dark side
of love.
I'm in a spiritual place
now,
emotionally,
so I no longer feel
the pain
of my heart breaking
yet again,
or having anger
and hurt
fill every inch
of my soul.
I no longer cry
myself to sleep,
asking
the question
'why',
or trying to recall
the happiness
we once shared.
I have rebounded
from you.
I'm no longer
a victim.
I'm in a spiritual place
now,
and I have allowed
myself
the luxury
to love again,
to breathe again.
I have found happiness
and have planted
my feet firmly
in a spiritual place.
Falling from Jacobs Ladder,
Becoming mad at matter,
I'm battered and bruised,
I used all my belief,
My relief covered in grief,
A brief moment of freedom,
Came from falling some,
Clinging on to what's to come,
Little crumbs of hope,
Become threads to the rope,
I use to elope,
Sliding down a steep slope,
Coping with the climb,
Priming myself again,
I know I can win,
My resolve growing thin,
Dissolving into my skin,
Evolving as I sink in,
Thinking it's too late,
Debating another try,
I don't see a reason why,
Every time I reach the sky,
I fly off the hinges,
On the fringes of society,
Bingeing on what I can see,
Enjoying it temporarily,
Knowing what is soon to be,
It happens repeatedly,
I get beat every time,
Climbing the ladder inside.
He needs her,
more than he knows.
she chases away the demons
though only temporarily.
The long day
pushes him to darkness;
though she retrieves him,
he returns to life
never quite the same.
Their journey is endless.
clusters tend to blind the eyes
overwhelm and hypnotise
I appreciate how that occurs
temporarily reality blurs
daisies fade and daisies wilt
though Earth remains on its same tilt
constant vase sometimes contains bliss
I'm temporal and aware of this
I watch as time demonstrates this fate
there is no sense asking time to wait
nor comfort in letting time past conflate
with our present or future state
each burst of joy that bloomed in view
was gift in moment and threat in lieu
yet yin and yang cannot accrue
and balance is the resting hue
I'm temporal in the schemes and storms
constants are not truthful forms
though Earth remains it can't contain
daisies if there are no rains
temporarily we pause or rush
I appreciate calm in the hush
overwhelm there taught to rest
clusters tended will manifest
Beauty beheld
in pupils
irises
expanding Spirit’s filaments
mind
deciphers
delicate
impressions
flowering nerve shiverings
heart petals unwrinkle exposing tender core
temporarily holds what is
to falter, fade
then dissipate
senses alert in
perceptual observation
bows gratitude
personality evaporates
as Beauty returns
into Source’s palms
we
ache
for
a raw rare repeat ~
__________________
Placed 7th : Brian Strand Premier Contest
On Beauty : Feb. 26
You’re in a fine mess.
Admit it and embrace it.
This is the result of your obsession.
It’s time to deal with the consequences.
You’ve been avoiding reality way too long.
Lying to everyone and especially to yourself.
Sure you managed to fool people temporarily.
You even bought yourself a little time.
But it’s all been a worthless illusion.
You lost more than you bargained for.
You came way close to losing everything.
AP: Honorable Mention 2026
need coffee
even though decaf
one-half cup
gets me up
old age causes adjustments
in lifestyle to be made
when death comes
it hurts to the core
emptiness
loneliness
they arrive each day, linger
thoughts to share pop-up
coffee's jolt
can't heal depth of pain
time can heal
or so said
healing does need to happen
where life can go on
how long, long
how long will it take
woodpecker's
tapping sounds
distracts temporarily
tears return, grief flows
Lord,
I’ve forgotten the password of my heart.
I tried three times,
and now my soul is temporarily locked.
Please send me a verification code,
a dream, a rain,
or at least a knock on the window,
so I know you still exist.
I opened the Holy Book in my browser,
but it loaded slowly,
and the angel on the right is on leave.
I write prayers in the chat,
but the reply comes
with an automatic message:
“Your request is important to us.”
Time hurts me, Lord,
like an endless notification.
My longing refreshes itself,
my hopes empty from the cache.
And yet,
when night falls and heaven is quiet,
I feel you refreshing me within,
like a Father who still believes
the prodigal son will log in again.
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