Poets, make spells,
And good poets, make them well
Enough, that you might
Come, to understand
Your Self
Better than
You, could ever tell.
I can’t understand you
I can’t understand life
I can’t understand the love
Just looking for you
Hmm, my hoped love
Memory from my past
I will get you
I want you
The Lady
From Hungary
I know
You read
Yes, how can I apologize for the delay?
I took my confession to you
You say it is too late
No, it’s not late
We live together
In the time
It’s our time
Okay, I know
Passed years behind
Yes, love
Beautiful love
But living
Opener of my heart
Lives for you from afar
The only key to my heart
I love you, but a crypt is my heart
Come in, feel the hellish life
Demonic smell, new desire
My coffin is inside
It’s double, sleep on the right side
We have a wedding bed
Most beautiful, the best!
The gate of a new world
Open the Hell!
We fly there
Understand?
I caught you
No way back
Understand?
Can’t
You can’t
I'm the driver
Satan asked
You
To me
Forever
Question
Answer
Can’t understand
Sounds rained from heaven.
Not insignificant words
like drizzle falling lightly
on steppe or Alpine slope,
but serious sounds:
fists of hail that reduced
the Sinai Mountain into
arid grains of sand.
But they did not understand.
Metalanguage still
precipitates into wars,
confusion reigns and
the vernacular is drowned
in Dead Seas of babble.
Semanticists argue over
the connotation of borders,
and megatons disrupt the heavens.
Still, they do not understand.
The child was about three years old
Not even old enough for school\
But he knew his Mommy and Daddy were good people
They would never, ever harm him
But one day he found a new “toy”
Daddy must have been playing with it
Sadly, that day he forgot to put it away
Little Jimmy knew how to play with it
He had seen Daddy playing with it before
He knew just how to hold like Daddy did
Daddy wasn’t home but Mommy was
Jimmy was holding his new toy
Mommy let out a scream
The toy exploded with a loud crack
And Mommy fell to the floor
Jimmy tried to wake her but she was going
She looked at him and said, “I love you”
He really had no idea what he had done
He just knew that Mommy was sleeping
Jimmy was sad as she “slept”
He couldn’t understand that she would never wake up again
Hopefully Daddy will still love him when he gets home
After all, it was not little Jimmy’s fault
© Poem – XXI/V/MMXXVI
LRET
(And they gave him a piece of a broiled fish, and of an honeycomb. And he took it, and did eat before them. And he said unto them, These are the words which I spake unto you, while I was yet with you, that all things must be fulfilled, which were written in the law of Moses, and in the prophets, and in the psalms, concerning me. Then opened he their understanding, that they might understand the scriptures) Luke 24: 42-44.
carefully read, please,
they might understand
the scriptures
Heads pull from the sand
Now thinking they understand
Post on Social media on demand
Things they know nothing about!
Overstand to Understand
Free one's mind from its illusions.
Embrace your individually of
Serendipities and passions.
If you want to be authentic be prepared
To be least liked.
Internal at the core of profound
Undisclosed conceptulizations of
Ourselves.
And no matter how loudly you explain
Oneself some folks only hear what
Applies to the narrative in their head.
Overstand To Understand
Free one's mind from it's own
Illusions.
Embrace your individuality of
Serendipitous passions.
If you want to be authentic be
Prepared to be leastliked.
Internal at the core of profound
Undisclosed, Conceptulization
Of ourselves to embrace.
And no matter how loud you
Explain some folks only hear
What applies to the narrative in
Their head.
That morning she faked a smile on her face,
And she tried to carry her worries with grace,
When she walked to the altar next to her dad,
Her heart was sore, and scared and sad.
When she entered the church and they played the hymn,
She entered a world that belonged to him,
The song and the people were there to remind
Her of everything she had to leave behind.
She was wearing a beautiful white dress,
A symbol of desires she had to suppress,
Her innocence was her family's pride,
And she couldn't lose it til she became a bride.
And now, after 60 years and a lot of wars
Women can vote, be leaders and mentors
Women can have sex with many different men
They can get divorced and get married again.
If she was here now, she wouldn't understand
That we can do today what was once widely banned,
That marriage means love and shouldn't be forced,
And love sometimes dies, and people get divorced.
I wish she could see
That she changed the world for me so I can speak,
She helped me be free,
And I'm strong today because she was once weak.
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.
Does God truly actually exist?
I see proof daily in the sky.
His essence we cannot comprehend.
Wordku: 5-7-5 words
AP: Honorable Mention 2026
A rose bunch heavy in my hand,
A card sent, did not reach the land,
My darling could not understand;
I pray for my star,
Stuck against the wall
I dare make a call,
No reply at all,
And yet here we are!
.
Passing bloody tattered fields,
Someone lost their faith.
Gases flood the battlefield,
As do tidal graves.
People didn't die that day;
They flailed around and drowned.
Pupils: faded slowly and
Gargling: the sound.
If you had seen
What he had seen--
Had seen the terror
And despair,
If you had seen
Those eyes he'd seen;
Hand grasping him
For air...
Why can't this man
Bear itself?
If you saw how man
Could tear itself,
Then you would know why.
X-ray vision can't read feelings.
It won't reach in and extract truths.
You remain that enigmatic mystery.
Wordku: 5-7-5 words
AP: 3rd place 2025
Some things I understand
Most I know I don’t
But I’ll be alright as long as I extract
‘can’ from ‘can’t’ and ‘will’ from ‘won’t’
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