How long should I train?
I will continue to fight.
Africa is home
Follow me... walk this way.
One and a two and a three.
Off to see the wizard !
Wordku: 5-7-5 words
AP: Honorable Mention 2026
she held her head high
moved with elegance and grace
nurtured calm in her heart
her specialty ~ the tea ceremony
AP: Honorable Mention 2026
A man who did lots of weight training
Found he was always explaining
“The hardest part
Is trying not to fart
Because one does so much straining."
Potty training a toddler is tough
Takes patience and lots of love
And on a whim
Says he can’t swim
Fears falling in drowning butt up
If you judge it AI-written,
that ache is yours, not mine.
I need no borrowed wisdom—
I craft my own masterpieces.
Your indulgence cannot impugn my intelligence;
my poems shine with brilliance.
Think like a machine if you want to—
I care less.
The machine itself bows to my wisdom,
knowing I am what it is not.
Without programming,
I write beyond its best.
Next time you call my poem machine-made,
know this: you too are programmed,
unable to discern the spark
of human intelligence
from artificial mimicry.
You are, more or less,
a machine in training.
Use not your filthy mouth to brand my poem as garbage;
rather, it is you who must cleanse your brain
of the trash you let deceive you.
Like a pig, you cannot escape your stench;
even when washed clean,
the reek remains ingrained.
And you will always return
to wallow in the filth
of your artificiality.
I wonder, yes I wonder,
how many angels do we have in a lifetime?
They say,
we each have a guardian angel watching over us.
I wonder, yes I wonder,
if some angels are in training?
Do they need to earn their title,
with on the job training?
Then we have,
Our Better Angels.
The ones we can count on through thick and thin.
The ones that will always be there,
there when we need them the most.
I send a huge Thank You to you,
my better angels.
As a young child of five,
I found myself in dance school.
It was a fun place to make new friends,
as we learned about dancing.
After a year of training,
we were ready for our big dance recital.
The exciting night finally came,
we were dressed in hot pink outfits.
Now it was our turn with music playing,
we marched out onto the huge stage.
Bright lights were on us,
as well as every eyeball from the many seats.
The lead girl froze in place like a statue,
so please "Hold The Applause."
I stepped in front of her,
and kept on dancing.
The other girls followed me,
as we danced across the huge stage.
We finished our dance recital,
now we will take your applause.
Precious gifts, society's treasures,
Gifted from above, joy's warm glow.
Aged hearts find solace, homes filled with glee,
Yet harm them, and harm yourself, a truth to see.
Forgiving and gentle, they shine radiant,
In a twinkling, conflicts fade in a moment.
Jesus' wisdom resounds: learn from their paths,
Tend them with care, and blessings will bloom.
Guardians of innocence, counselors of heart,
Parents, guide them right, and never depart.
Time and love, not wealth, are their greatest need,
For happy parents nurture happy seeds.
A happy home, a happy society's birth,
A happier world, where love finds its mirth.
Tend the young, and shape the future's mold,
For in their joy, our own is reclaimed.
Every pugilist knows
Fists in balls
sends sour message.
Then again, who
Insists a fight
should carefully choose.
As commonly known,
Energy plus might
fathers a knockout.
She has a pretty face
She carries herself well
In uniform she is an iconic
Many so desire her moments
A detective she carries her gun well
When duty calls she flashes her smile
Its a smile i have see disarm many
She has no use for brute force
For her lovely essence nets all delinquents
I used to spy her long time ago
At the signals training school
Once we were Seim Cohorts
Remember.. Kurutu mbona hanyoi..
God knows what followed that
Her MO disarms with ease and grace
My MO disarms with an O prerogative
Saidia Utumishi.. They also need service
Our officers in uniform have to be served too
That's where PMC's we come in and succeed
For controlled outcomes and black ops OP
The humidity was doing a good job of keeping pace with the temperature. Until around 10 AM when the thermometer pushed its way past 100. That’s when 176 frightened kids and a few old hippies staggered out of the crowded cattle trucks. “Alright you maggots, RUN,” voices screamed from beneath wide brimmed Smokey Bear hats. So, we ran…and ran, duffle bags slung over our shoulders. Hours passed before we finally came to attention under the blistering Missouri sun. All the while, the bears circled. Sniffing the air and grunting. “Don’t show them any fear,” one of the old hippies whispered, “they pray on the weak.”
Like nature intends
Survival of the fittest
Do not show weakness
Basic Training
Ft. Leonardwood Mo.
Combat Engineer Center
1961
The major difference I found between obedience,
and whitewashing a coal bin with a toothbrush.
While one was intent on dominating my thoughts,
the other to larceny my time and give ego a crush.
Tom
("Cheek to Cheek", 2024, original encaustic)
Key to the Highway
Everybody knows
Deep down in their bones
That what you see
Is what you get
The mind being a
Conditional thing
Adopts, adapts,
reflects, refracts
Whatever it is
We focus upon
Be it heaven
Or be it hell
So remember this
As you make your way
That what you see
Is what you get
But what you look for
Now there
Is the key
(2/19/24)
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