A stamp retreating to a corner
Travels round the world
Without boundary
No political
Colourless
Timeless
With wavy emotion of the lovers
With startling surprise of the children
With overwhelmed joy of the parents
And now with the humbleness of me
Who is one of his owner
begins with one step out from being one
one I am and that I'm one
not a prime, but primal
In my own mind,
My best defind
About a wave
Is that she smiles,
And in one action move,
She says hello and goodbye
At the very same time.
Presently, this weather system;
This present heatwave that
We are now enduring, does
Not appear to be waving.
Rather, she is residing.
It had been too long.
The journey ahead would not be easy.
I'll somehow make my way.
Wordku: 5-7-5 words
AP: Honorable Mention 2026
The stars have bid me goodnight
I’m under the covers
Turned out the light
Weights on the lids of my eyes
As I go over the film of the day
All of the lies I’ve successfully told myself
Eventually they’ll have to close
Turn off thr switch
Start to doze
The next day will be here in not an hour
To me it’s a few seconds
What a befuddling power
Maybe I’ll dream
A lifetime in my head
That only seems
Like it’s real
Entire stories
That I’ve yet to feel
Time travel is just a distant scheme
To move from the present to the past
would be a dream
For many, it would be a blast
Would we move to change history
and undo our past regrets
Just how far would we go
to change our story
For now, it's only science fiction
Maybe it will always be so
Technology will make the prediction
As in the present we flow
Timelines
build a consensus
of apparent sequences
plus sinking feelings
of things not
as they should be~
More understanding
needs to show up
satisfying completion~
What seems hidden:
timelines are already
freedom beyond
understanding~~
Aliquando laeto gaudio, quibusdam noctibus rubris, quibusdam caeruleis, circumvolabo, ut micantes pluviae radii caloris per viam diffundantur.
The sun was soon about to set.
I soaked in the view.
I still had many miles to go.
AP: Honorable Mention 2026
London fog is well renowned.
Tourists flock in droves to see it.
Time permitting, the Big Ben.
Wordku: 5-7-5 words
AP: Honorable Mention 2026
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A squirrel named Pip, a nutty soul,
Had dreams beyond his acorn bowl.
He yearned to leap through time and space,
To visit other eras, to find his place.
He read a book (a discarded tome),
Of wormholes leading back to Rome!
He gathered nuts, a hefty stash,
For bartering, he made a dash.
He built a contraption, twigs and wire,
Fueled by berries, setting it higher.
A clockwork spring, a rusty gear,
To yesterday! he cried with cheer.
The machine sputtered, coughed, and swayed,
Then promptly in the garden stayed.
He hadn't accounted, alas, for the fact,
That physics is harder than cracking a nut.
I have the power to go back
To Christmases lost in shellack
With gifts bought for a song
In times long since gone
And treasures stuffed into a sack
From 1935 Monopoly’s price
It was certainly more than just nice
A doll from the Romans
(When silver coins, uncommon)
Squeezing a penny in a vice
As 1808 is in hindsight
An automobile roared into sight
François de Rivaz
Would surely advise
That history’s gifts not be a blight
Christmas dinner in 1908
You could buy one and a sixth plate
For a five-dollar sum
We’d feed our minds and tum-tum
A story that never goes out of date
But the truest Gift is unchanged
Through centuries often estranged
The price has been paid
On Jesus was laid
His love cannot be exchanged
So, travel in reverie, go back in memory
In the presence of the presents and see
The faces, in every year
The Spirit gathers us near
To open His Presence by the Christmas tree
Only one rewind--
no more,
no less.
I scroll through the years…
like a hallway of doors.
Some glow with regret ,
some whisper with possibility.
But I would pause before the one
where my stories first came alive -
when " fine " meant “ unhurt!”
I’d open it gently , and
find the version of me shaking,
beneath her careful smile ,
I’d kneel beside her and whisper ...
“ Being afraid doesn’t make you any less worthy of love! ”
Then I’d slip back
into the living quiet of this day.
Softened ,
by the truth
I finally carried home.
written 11272025_Trang Province
The chronicles of time travel
First the youth will speak in a new tongue
Then the old true wise men living among them
Will guide the vision and seeds of the youths with the truth
The youth shall move like a thunder
Yes with an unstoppable force
A new energy will be born again at this time
Cos all they need is only one thing
Why they move is just for one call
And that is nothing else but
Freedom
Ghetto gospel 1 vs 1
If I could go back, I’d return to the quiet moment I told myself I have time.
I’d kill that thought entirely,
remind myself that now is the youngest I will ever be.
That lie has sat on my chest like a dumbbell for years—
too heavy to lift, too late to drop—
and all I can do now is push through the weight
of the mistake that reshaped me.
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