“Every sunrise brings another chance to begin again, reminding you that hope repeats itself more faithfully than fear ever could.” – Unknown
Fall in love with purple possibilities
Reach for silver stars
And when you catch them squeeze
Out a wish from red heart
Keep looking up be indigo inspired
Nothing holding you back be brave
Chase the moon keep reaching higher
Be all you dream of every single day
You are unique with talents you bring
They are a part of your amethyst appeal
Be like the blue bird with song to sing
From the rooftops be heard a thrill
Excite the universe with your gifts
Be who you are called to be
When you do your heart will lift
Yourself and those others in need
Hope is a light flickering so bright
Step into yourself and win at life
Lions and tigers and bears,
Like
Zombies and demons, nightmares.
Scare you to death eh, Wendy.
They scare you and
Haunt you and
Chase you and
Eat you.
Tear you limb from limb,
Suck the blood from your heart
Chew happily on your bones...
They follow you to
Your dreams...
Scary. Scary. Scary.
But listen,
Listen carefully to,
Thriller,
Hear Michael sing it,
See Michael sing it...
It's scary
But not in the way you think,
At first listen.
Monsters,
He says,
Sings,
Might be scary but
You ain't seen nothing yet.
You ain't seen what
My love
For you
Can do
My love is scarier
I can thrill you more
Than any ghoul can ever dare try...
Just you wait and see.
Is there a thrill in her fingers
in their touch, an enchanted spark
Is it imagination
or do they animate the dark...
One night 'pon removing her glove
streaks of lightning burst forth above
there was a young cad named Bill
who liked to chase blondes for a thrill
one night it was said
with a lass in bed
she said you are juxtaposed with a brunet named Jill
Was a party girl named Jill
Known to give men a thrill
Then came the day
Her cycle was late
Jill had missed bc pill
Being twenty again would be a thrill,
guess that will not happen.
As a child there were many things,
I did not understand.
The green monster jealousy was one,
thinking it was a child's thing.
This would live on in my twenties.
The wind in our hair
Some excitement was what we were craving
Got more than we bargained
Wordku: 5-7-5 words
AP: Honorable Mention 2025
windless night
enchants waveless pond
floating stars
They're selling tickets
to the execution
front row ringside seats
for an electrocution
there for the thrill of the kill
ghouls who want to watch him fry
who knows why they're compelled
to view condemned die
God forgive the man
who throws the switch
which pulls the plug
makes criminals twitch
he and Old Sparky
are best of friends
lighting up felons
to the bitter ends
but what kind of everyday
man in the street
for hire volunteers to pyre
people in the hot seat
THE THRILL OF THE PLUNGE*
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steel tracks twist and dive,
a serpent of metal coil
fear and joy collide
hands raised to the sky,
trusting the rush of the ride—
in thrill, our hearts soar
cresting the high peak,
the world drops away below
time bends in the loop
screams mix with laughter
hearts race in the weightless air—
then the silence falls
back on solid ground,
echoes of thrill linger still—
brave hearts crave the next
*Note:This poem was written for and published at Writer Monk for its weekly Poesy and Poise contest, August 18, 2025. This is my original poem.
visions of children shrieking on clogged shores,
warm swirling gusts topple gaunt sand castles,
games galore thrive in weather dry and bright,
family fun fair gasp and sheer delight,
yet summer’s warm hue festoon tapers off,
whilst journeyed beehive swarm near blue lagoon,
dip their toes in sunny moss fleck torrents,
others seize their madcap visceral thrill,
from dashing down mint green meadows as that,
August time frame segues into autumn
The noon heat no longer burns like dog days,
Storms now caress the leaves with care and grace,
The roughness of summer night kept at bay,
'Stead calmness, peace and comfort take their place.
The air is hazy, lazy, filled with fun,
Awaiting the chill and darkness of fall,
Now missing kisses of mid-summer's sun,
And cricket's early morning rasping call.
The sky billows brilliant blue with glamour,
The ocean's coolness purifies the air,
Tempting sunbaths silently clamour
For my pale skin on the beach to bask bare.
his lips slipped upon mine; into dreaming
in the satellite of fall's chaste shadows
sphered by the last cast of summer streaming
onto our free skin, sunk in the shallows
our first kisses, our first mature outlet
for a latent love now bursts in our ears
from seeds sown in spring's bosom, mere trinket
our little love, hedging, a nest appears
underneath the wakeful sun, its pure heat
receding; displaced by the chatoyance
of autumnal leaves waltzing where we'll meet
singing, unfazed, at the cold's arrogance
Written: August 09, 2025, for contest SEASONS NOW AND AFTER Sponsored by: Nette Onclaud
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Aurora sheds her velvet, gleaming flame,
Dusk with iridescent shades fills the air.
Molten winds trick hearts in taking a game,
Grooved meadows grant obedient despair.
The alabaster clouds sparkle with grace,
Empyrean dreams appease the reek ache.
Fertile roots stir zymotic in their place,
Anodyne stars at triptych kindly break.
The swarm is a hive of busy tough bees,
Pavonine clouds, incarnadine with thrill.
Multivocal leaves—ethereal, breeze—,
Rapture in desiccation, soft and still.
SEASONS NOW AND AFTER Poetry Contest
Nette Onclaud
8/8/25
As summer winds to an end, there's a pitch
Summer's last breath rocks with school-aged kids
Soon, the air will be filled with excitement
Like hens racing for corn at feeding time
College kids are racing off to their schools
With the new school year, friendships are renewed
Back-to-school shopping and clothes are noted
On-campus parties under the radar
Drawn lines in the sands, aphrodisiacs
And heaps of gossip, stories, rear their head
This yearly song finds all school kids singing
The thrill of late summer, school, brings sweet dreams
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