Riveting hopefuls from a-
mong the
festive zombie hordes are
dreaming of
big fat juicy
humans who
might need a
little extra time to
consider just what the
hell to
do now that the
apocalypse has
finally arrived.
The sound of rain fascinates.
Instantly the cosmos closes in around me.
I sense my world regenerate.
Wordku: 5-7-5 words
AP: Honorable Mention 2026
My musings launched into the stratosphere
Marching to Mars’ trending atmosphere
It's 2025
At midnight it’ll arrive
I’ll be taking time out in the new year
Hi poets
i’m talking some time off soup ~
hope to get back writing in the new year
Happy Christmas to all!
Cheers David
Steppin’ Off
My Platform
I
Will
Miss you,
It’s only so long
And not a swan song
I have projects awaiting
They need some attention
An untenable encumbrance
Far too many to mention
So I’ll be takin’ time out
Or bound to get worse
September First
Steppin’ off
Would it hurt a Blue State American
to say a nice word to a Red State American?
Would it be too much to ask a Red State
American to compliment a Blue State American?
Please, in the name of The 4th of July,
can we be civil toward each other for one day?
Please, my fellow Americans, can we take a day off
from bickering, disharmony, and nasty name-calling?
Oh, my dear countrymen, if we dare take 'time out'
with a smile, no one loses, and everyone gains.
On this July 4th, this is my prayerful plea to America.
On our 248th birthday, 'Time Out' is my solemn hope.
070324PS
All who have no faith in time
live at peace in a timeless mousehole
a hole in the fabric of nothing at all,
where a moment is but a whisker
that twitches infinity.
Danny boy
walked boldly out of O'Reilly's Irish pub
right into a catastrophic gap in reality,
immediately he was drunk on his own legend
knees buckled, his head lolled.
Back in some fictional homeland
his mother sang like a bird in a kitchen
while she stirred a dark mouse stew,
Danny's eyes flowed over
with all the milky dreams of the unborn.
The cosmic joke is endlessly amusing.
It is not a matrix nor a malignant mystery,
it is the love of the undying,
the faith of all those that have lost all faith
it is the tall stories we tell ourselves
that make even shameless death shudder.
The mouse squeaks
and yet another tale
falls through a torn pocket
to be heard as birdsong
by a perfectly conscious
oblivion.
No, come back!
I’m always doing that…
Barking out orders.
Stoic and harsh-
Is all I am to them.
Or maybe I’m just falling asleep.
And sometimes, I am louder in my dreams.
No, please come back…
I remember now, I should have said please.
I should have been polite for once.
But is that like begging?
So that I’m just being clingy?
It’s just my parents…
I can be clingy with them.
Or maybe not because,
When I wake up, they won’t be back.
But I’ll have a week to think about what I should have said.
I had a date at eight Very late
Can I get a time-out
you know, from life
Some space to breathe
a respite from internal strife
To assess my present and past
to project a future that will last
A pause to refresh body and soul
a chance to rewind before I grow old
you're responsible
for owning your adventures
and your own time out
Events, Shows, Attractions
Ferris Wheel, Roller Coaster
Cotton Candy, Corn-on-the Cob --
Uh-oh! Baby's diaper's wet
Can't just let her sob
Passion of raging anger held firmly inside.
Heated emotions slowly cooled, Like controlled fires.
092020PSCtest, Paint A Picture, Joseph May. First Place
vicious venom
spewing
~ her ruby lips
bitter tongue
lashing brazen
~ a heart of coal
guards up
wisdom at his door
~ regenerating
AP: 2nd place 2020
Expression are never
Exaggerated
They are often
Off the wall
Who's keep you
Over inflated
Does truth equalize
Us all
Best before it
Expires
Limit yourself
Like a fool
Real love obligates
Ones devotion sets
The rule
Ain't tryna run no game
This man likes what he sees
Pushing me away sometimes
Makes me want you more
You go to far when you
Leave me on my knees
Don't have me out their
In need of love getting Grist
Ain't that hard at times
Guess I am the same
Way to
Guess I ain't always
So kind
Say you love me
We can be
All lovey dovey
Let me have my way
To night
Real as real can be
Talking you and me
Baby let me love
You tonight
Ain't what we do
When it's me and you
See I love it when
You turn me on
I like it too
Do what you do
Me and you.
Got a love
Thing going on
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