It was the least he could do.
And still that seemed excessive.
Decided I could live without his crumbs.
AP: 3rd place 2026
Not so much
a lie
with little
truth to tell
Not so much
goodbye
with greetings
gone to hell
Not so much
romance
with feelings
dead or pawned
Not so much
to dream
with sleep
— bereft and gone
(Bryn Mawr College: May, 2025)
the pulse of humanity
shudders in throbbing pain
meanwhile muffled cries of hopelessness
await redemption as tears of time
may possibly wash away
man's devastation
AP: 3rd place 2025
Now he wants her back...
The same cad who called her
"Unattractive" and "overweight"
a moon or two ago,
and demanded
she shed a dozen or more pounds,
or else.
Before she could
do away with just one,
he coldly discarded her
like trash for a sexier lady.
Now he wants her back...
An ugly duckling then,
she has beautifully blossomed into
a sultry, glamorous woman now.
Guess who's back?
Yes, the same cad,
bothering her for the second chance
he never gave her;
the lady he left her for
has since moved on
to a better man.
Now he wants her back...
Ha! Too little, too late.
Sir, sir, May I thank you
from the bottom of my heart
You see, twenty years ago
you helped me out of a horrific --
And I see I should have thanked you then
Know of a lady
Who patiently waited
To at last be seen
Seen and heard
Given the merest scraps
Biding her time
Time she watched fly
as the swiftest bird
Always warmed with coffee in her bed
that he chilled from his own on the couch
And if you ask him if he loved
his love for her would vouch
Yet he never sought to hold her
In the cradle of his arms
That he wrapped around a pillow
As to set off no alarms
Avoidant love is no love at all
Loves a verb not a word or some halfhearted token
Trinkets and roses and card bedside that's
her life as her spirit you've broken
never feeling the inclination to act in ways
Causing another strife
Till suffering year upon year
As his beloved wife
She said when she saw the flowers
the first in twenty odd years
The sight of them belated enraged her
Enraged her to the point of tears
You love non connection be honest
Save your cash and keep to your crib
If she could you know she would gladly
hand you back your rib
So afraid of being hurt you
Half assed your way into pain
Now rest assured at least from her
you won't be put through it again
mom, without malice,
cast upon chastity spell,
overprotecting
Timid Tracy never had a date,
Humbly yet she accepted her fate
Mom, so wise and adept,
Refuses to accept
Her dear daughter's virginity state
thoughtful advice from the wise often takes young in the right direction but at the wrong time
January 20, 2022
What did it cost but regret,
what did it take but denial
What did it bring but despair
—what in the end was worthwhile
(Dreamsleep: October, 2021)
Understanding too much,
feeling too little
Our being unbalanced
—and spirit restrained
(Wayne Pennsylvania: January, 2020)
The light was blown away by the arrow
And the silence was still there
The goggles came close and covered me
It is like a strange thing
The break in the canal
Somewhere in the mind
Like a fresh moisture
It was a rush on the last trip
Keep on standing
Maybe the gate of old age
I was looking for
Sweetness is only win00e and love
Days of kiss
Life is the boundary path
The time when colorful dances
Anywhere lost losses
And lovely forms
I know he does not come but he thinks waiting
And after many days he will wrap and drink
No picture was cleared
Only the time has come to mind
Waiting for me to go..
Beneath the cover of silence.
Indistinct words under layers of muffled emotion.
Her snuffed voice never heard.
Wordku: 5-7-5 words
AP: 1st place 2025
She became the love of his life ... only once she'd left him
AP: Honorabe Mention 2025
Maybe in my past incarnation
I lived too much in Yang
Maybe in this incarnation
I live too much in Yin
The duality of living
Teaches us the balance of all things
Maybe this is my path to find
The balance between light and dark.
Too little too late.
Those are words I hate.
So many visions created in mind.
No further time but hopes intertwined.
Case in point, no time to ponder.
I wonder still could it be yonder.
God does say when the best is over,
But clinging tightly to dreams as a lover.
Cold in hope, and hot in dreams.
Knowing above how little it means,
When scheming hearts wanted me to fail,
But in the end, there is a story that I shall tell.
People who know will understand,
People who don’t will be wiped from my land.
In a thunderous bolt, idiocy ran,
Knowing they couldn’t devour the plan—it stands.
Gloria Hamilton
Too many questions left unanswered,
Too many words left unspoken,
Too many things left undone,
But too little time left.
Live life to the full.
Value the things
That matter
Most in
Life.
22 June 2017
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