Shatter the mirror,
Of those who wish to see you,
In their reflection.
Limericks not rude
Can I write a limerick not rude
Deep down I'm really a prude
limerick is done
compiling was fun
Oops! Been writing whilst I am nude
I Can
A gentle young Austrian fellow
Played both piano and cello
both instruments antique
his talent unique
Produced tones so calming and mellow
So you are getting on in your years,
Don’t be a misery, or lonely or shed tears,
What is important to you,
Think carefully, see things through.
Think, who you are, first and foremost,
Don’t mess up your life and make it toast,
Exist, and become one life, one soul
Don't dig yourself a hole and become a mole.
Don’t complicate things, go with the tide,
Whatever is thrown at you, let be in your stride,
Challenges, culture, passions and much more,
You have understood that life’s a journey, oh lore!
It is a puzzle, the pieces are finally coming together,
Being unique as every human being is, do whatever,
Relax, go nude if you want, have a child at 40, have a tattoo,
Ignore the ought and musts, enjoy the ride join the queue,
YOUR LIFE, YOUR JOURNEY, YOUR CHOICE .
I wear the stars like a vintage jacket—zippers of bold contradictions. One day, I’m a storm; the next, I’m a rainbow with a cigarette. My laugh? It’s a brushstroke across canvas, full of sarcasm and a splash of love. I know the constellations of me, and when I speak—it’s a rock concert tangled with a philosophy class. I don’t fit any box—I burned the box, lit a candle, and read tarot on its ashes. Every page I turn is my next brushfire of originality. I breathe in the irony of life and exhale an artful smirk. Every step I take, I leave footprints of both sass and sincerity. I’m a walking contradiction, glitter and grit. I know what Saturn’s return means and I dare it to try me. I’ll dance under the moon, debate under the sun, and when the day’s done, I’ll still be fabulously, mercurially, uniquely me.
Raja, our soft precious fluffer nutter,
for you, I always melt like love butter.
Simply watching you sends me aflutter.
With tail up high, you are a grand strutter.
You are the best dog we have ever known.
Your intelligence is frequently shown.
That cover is only now and then blown,
like when trapped in a plastic bag hole zone.
You fetch, heal and we all think, sometimes speak;
'I muve you', 'mello' and 'melp' sound unique.
At times I think your talk is tongue and cheek.
You tell and show all our doors you WILL peak.
Unlike most felines, you hang with your peeps.
Together, more pack love flows for our keep.
You stay to play, talk, groom, perhaps lap sleep
and for popcorn, cheese or yogurt to reap.
Now thirteen, you want a new mattress share,
between us, on our pillows and my hair.
Knowing what you do not, I hold you there
to memorize you for my heart's layers.
"May is the month of promise and the sweet beginnings of summer." - Unknown
May is a time for celebrations--
weddings, Mother’s Day, and graduations.
Closing of school doors brings jubilation.
On Armed Forces Day* and Memorial Day,
we praise our military. “Taps” will play.
For those currently serving, we will pray.
In May, folks start firing up the grills,
signaling the coming of summer thrills.
*May 16 this year
How many times has my name been duplicated
perhaps more at least tripled or quadrupled
I check the on line library
Eleven at least Individual Douglas Gillies
I wonder are they all like me
married to young fillies
My wife then decides
she will look on line too
She discovers same name totals
adds up to twenty two
Add middle name Alexander
now my name's unique
Individuality at last
It's a trait I like to seek
I'm in a park and perched upon a bench
is a man he plays guitar
I wonder does he have the skill
to play an Indian sitar
His hair is long and white
his beard is in a plait
Around his neck there is a harp
I wonder how does this all equate
A tiny tambourine on a foot pedal is attached
in every way it seems that we are matched
Like me he even plays a Beatle song
acoustic there is no microphone
Am I looking in a mirror
or perhaps I am a clone
Footnote Harp an abbreviated name for a harmonica
Dear Diary,
I woke up this morning feeling depressed
I don’t know why I have a lot on my chest
Laying here in my bed
I got a million things running through my head
I gotta get up and I gotta leave
Through all these emotions and feeling numb I gotta breathe
Sometimes I feel like I’m not worth it
When I rationalize I know that I don’t deserve it
Thinking of all my reasons of being here and my purpose
When I calm down and think about it I haven’t even scratched the surface
Beauty is pain….
Sincerely,
The dark side of my room
It's true you look a little different.
You wouldn't want to be a clone!
You're beautiful in your own precious way
And that's your special gift!
AP: Honorable Mention 2026
Have you ever had the feeling, something is watching you,
these words that I write, they are surly true.
Those feelings turn to emotions, bringing forth their fear,
as you feel the darkness, draws so deathly near.
You scurry in fright, from things you cannot see,
now realizing, how true this moment be.
As you think your safe, you turn for one last look,
as the fear trembles, in your bones you shook.
Many times has this happened, before I could truly see,
oh how that darkness, comes for you and me.
In a world of chaos and confusion, to these things that be,
sometimes we can feel them, but we cannot see.
Take a good look around you, watch and beware,
those spirits are out watching, without a care.
Those spirits, sometimes come in human forms,
in your life, they cause you many storms.
They come in different varieties, each has it’s own unique desire,
therefore with God, it is the Holy Ghost, and fire.
When His Spirits are present, it’s a brand new way,
when the darkness comes for you, it’s beaten to bray.
No more, will you run in fear, it falls at your feet, you see,
when we stand in the truth, over these things we will be.
Hate invoke,
Haunt sound silence in,
Lapsed love still,
Heart opens,
A kid of traipse live alone,
life of sorrow fun.
delightful descent
fleeting forms floating falling
~snowflake silhouettes
In shadowed hollows where sunrays belay,
There I live—a seedless form that's clinging.
No scent embellishes my cold display.
Though in quietude, my soul's still singing.
My deep yearning in this gentle despair—
To bloom like a wild and fragrant flower,
To feel the sun's kiss and the placid air,
And bask in nature's resplendent shower.
Still, my fragile hope serenely abides
And my dream lies on my dampened presence.
Yet through the night, a strength within me strides
Unseen, while the world's in deep quiescence.
Perhaps this form keeps me truly unique;
A fern that's unlike other plants they've known.
Hence, my soul still stands vibrant at its peak:
Like a cryptogam, stemless yet I've grown.
A mix of a mothers love and fathers's fight
Her sense of humor brought the light
In my complicated dark world of e
She OD me with her love and tells me to shut my mouth
Am i not high enough?
Naive maybe because she's young
Only 17 when she fell in love
With I who never believed in such
Tinkerbell, i called her that
She played fool all her life
But i swear tinker was smart
With a touch of finesse she stole my heart
But commitment isn't where i shine
Broken in my feelings i let her ride
She said goodbye
Unique in her own ways
We connected just in 3 days
Couldn't belive my eyes when i set them on her first
Her sweet voice and the chubby cheeks were the quench to my love thirst
Unexpectedly she left me dry
She also said i was high enough she said goodbye
Sad how love dies
Deep in my feelings even drugs cant pull me
High enough
Oh! Divine soul,
You are pure,
You are honest,
This is your power,
What if the dark,
Clouds are encircled,
Upon the horizon,
Of life, What if, the
light of luck seems,
Dim dull, the spark
Of you soul one day,
Will lit the sun of
Hope and light will,
Spread all where,
Oh! Divine soul,
You are the hope,
For those who are
Alone under black
Shadow of conspiracy,
Of wicked people,
Suffering badly.
Your story will be a
Moral to those,
Who need light,
In this darkest world.
Don't dim as your,
Light is lighten the,
Fifes of the dark world,
God Made you,
Unique to be stand,
Uniquely in the dead,
Sea like a light, to show,
Path to the ships, who.
Lost the way in the
Darkest stormy nigh.
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