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Lost Thoughts

pages of haiku  confetti in the wind

Selfish

Is it selfish 
to want to be myself? 
Even if that self 
doesn’t care as much 
as who I pretend to be? 
 
Is it selfish 
to want help 
even though sometimes 
I don’t want to help others? 
 
Is it selfish 
to be tired of being leaned on 
like a tree holding stones? 
Even if my trunk has bent 
beyond repair? 
 
Am I selfish?

Emotional Buffet 5

On the road I try each guise,
Today I’ll meet them with new eyes.

Life has left me time to spare,
I bring some idleness to share.

Some may perish in this flame,
I live on gladly, all the same.

A boundless show, yet sweet refrain,
Their voice keeps singing out my name.

Are these feelings just in vain?
Still alone, to them I wend my way again.

AI

If a parliamentarian votes yes,
Does he say A or Aye?
Can we trust that politician.
If instead he says AI?
Is he speaking tongue in cheek?
Is he confused, merging A and Aye
Or using a new form of double speak?
Might he be a historian
Lost in thoughts of Israel’s Ai?
When asked mother may I
Write my essay with AI
Whatever comes of AI
To a data dump say Aye
But an AI tome please deny
May it never meet the Eye!

For a blissful moment

I sit silent to meditate
gather my thoughts breathe in and out
~ the world pauses for peace



Wordku: 5-7-5 words

AP: Honorable Mention 2025

Emotional Buffet 3

In the picture you seemed far more fair,
Only smiling, only there.

Must it always be adorned attire?
Just behold  the soul is there.

Not every moment is a dear one near,
Yet in the silence, she stands there.

In love, I’ve become like Huzaifa at last,
She rules the heights, her throne is there.

Peace itself has turned away from me,
Now let it be death  or her, there.

Getting a Grasp on Our Thoughts

When trying to grasp thoughts through our mind’s haze,
It’s like trying to escape a thought maze.
As the bits and pieces accumulate,
How will they connect, how will they relate?

We try to relate them to things we know.
Each thought should be placed right where it should go.
So many topics to assimilate,
We constantly add and have to update.

Without clear focus they may lose their flow,
By first burning to bright then losing their glow.
Without definition, they will not last,
Some good ideas will drift to the past. 

Give each thought it’s time, make sure it’s defined,
It will be its best when finely refined.

SOLITARY RUN

SOLITARY RUN
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
That morning, I set out for a solitary run noticing the clear blue sky with only a few wispy clouds floating by. The grass stood silent, the multi-colored leaves barely moving, looking as if they had been painted there. A faint touch upon my skin made me wonder, ‘Should a person be able to feel the beating of the birds’ wings?’  Time stopped, stretching endlessly in the quiet stillness.

silent, empty space
thoughts like seeds begin to sprout.
a voiceless whisper
births words upon the still air~
creativity takes flight

Fruit Of Thought

thoughts need inspiration to move from contemplation to fruition

More

I sit, legs crossed, typing away
Doing homework, my hair uncombed
Listening to songs I don’t love but don’t hate
And I stare out the window and wonder, 
Is there something more than this?

And my fingers type away
In a never-ending game
It’s raining. I feel nothing
Writing bad poems in the dark, and I wonder, 
Is there more to me than this?

Procrastination, adrenaline, headphones, 
Cell phones, whiteboards, deodorant, 
Romance, hardback books, college, drama,
Movies, concerts, lectures, hormones,
And I wonder, 
Is there more to youth than this?

My thoughts are scattered, my eyes unfocused
My brain stretched in five directions
And I don’t know who to be 
Because we’re pebbles in a muddy stream
And in a world of distractions, 8 billion voices ask, 
Is there more to life than this?

On second thoughts

When instinct becomes 
an educated guess
And improvisation 
demands quick redress
Like thinking on one’s feet
if too drunk to stand
Be found all at sea
throwing up on dry land

Twisted situations 
we find ourselves in
When bundles of joy
reek original sin
Smack on the butt
for showing a bit of cheek
Do everything perfect
be labelled a freak

Gestures, signals, 
often appear to confuse
High five, fist bump 
a sweaty handshake defused
One or two fingers: 
the bird a sign of peace
Kneel with respect 
submissive purr on a leash

Diversions, promises,
never black and white
Passive aggression
silent treatment for slight 
Jack in the box, ripper 
jumps out with a knife
Break a leg, for the 
performance of his life

Police warning: never 
mess around with guns
Gut reaction sparks a 
stampede, or the runs
Playing it very cool, 
whilst feeling much heat
Praying devoutly, 
burnt at stake for deceit

Sticking out one’s tongue 
in contempt, no a kiss!
Sigh of relief 
they were just taking the piss
Such is living, such is death 
come friend or foe
On second thoughts 
syllabic verse, or sh!tshow

By David Kavanagh 
hms

Antiquities Door

I've observed my thoughts
They naturally flow through my mind
Some true, some scripted
Some redundant, unkind

These are my memories, creating emotions
They're my unique experience in this life
Viewed from a platform
Sometimes exposing a neurological strife

We must turn through all the pages
Go beyond the human history of time
It is there we find the answers
Stamped in our ancestral climb

Like waves in the ocean
That relentlessly pounds the shore
The past flows through us
Like a stranger knocking at our door

We try to avoid this stranger
We’re frozen with fear
But the knocking keeps coming
Year after year

It's the ancestral sound
Of those who came before
Surprisingly, the noise lessens
When we open antiquities door

Now the waves begin to subside
As does the ancient battle in my mind
I become the true observer of the thoughts
They're clear and kind

SILK SERAPHS

SILK SERAPHS
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
morning's fiery edge ascends~
kaleidoscopic procession of
pinks, blues, yellows catch my eyes.

above me, a fleet of silk seraphs
claim the cerulean sky,
sun's warmth igniting their ethereal sails.

the silk seraphs easily glide~
like dreamers across celestial skies,
they drift along effortlessly.

burners' gentle roar, a soothing serenade~
the ballonists soar in burnished metal baskets
while passengers wave as they pass by.

above quilted plains, tiny silk thrones reign~
like my wayward thoughts
they meander carefree.

the wind gently carries them higher aloft
then…..pooooof….they vanish.
magic comes with dawn’s first rays.

Thoughts Blur

I struggle with what happens 
To all the thoughts in my brain 
Quickly moving becoming a blur 
Just one I want to see one plain

Instead they bounce all around 
Like marbles dropped on the floor 
If they would slow down for me 
I’d understand myself a little more 

They won’t slow down even once 
So I can get a good look at them
I’m confused by my own thoughts 
They always make my head swim

If you can fathom what I’m saying 
I’m not worried not many really do 
But those who do or may share it
They know what I’m going through

When Time Meets Light

Snow prevails in the realms of Otherworlds, 
And moonlit mortals imagine light flight.
Bright pink faery orbs float and dance upward,
Spirals in song producing bright delights.

At times, thought considers the other side.
Dreaming in the moment bestows lessons.
A flame amplifies the insightful mind,
And we learn to breathe in our own heavens.

The depth of the forest brings us fresh breath
While we try to fly the stellar Cosmos,
Doing all that we can to keep our health
While sparkling moonlight plays its song and glows.

Venerable Oaks and Hazels reach high,
Grounded on Earth, yet, bound to Raven's eye!

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