Who am I to judge?
AP: Honorable Mention 2026
Set apart, and appealingly
Each land, and a different.
Faced sameness, its correspondent
Aspect of topography
Leaves what that's new, for whose spirit
Of adventure to thrive on?
Mild or moody, up out the one;
The other, so blows o'ver it.
eclectic
borrowings
radically
intuitive
essentials
a mystery
of
impressions
far-sighted
subtle
&
momentary
emancipated
gravity free
& undefined
demur
&
impelled
irregular
&
distinguished
precursor
of
the absolute
Wisdom comes in different sizes.
Its shapes and colours can often surprise.
Every nugget builds inner wealth.
Wordku: 5-7-5 words
AP: 3rd place 2025
great barrier reef
a vibrant kaleidoscope
~ motley whimsy
AP: Honorable Mention 2025
grateful God created
a vast variety
every face born unique
how boring it would be
if the view out windows
reflected only me
a burst of colours
in every shape and scent
~ reawakening
AP: Honorable Mention 2025
the tide like clockwork rushes in
reeling in summertime memories and such
joy comes in all shapes and sizes
AP: Honorable Mention 2025
It burns real sore..Much despair is tendered.' Like it or not? Like could your soul be up-ended?
Its under the fence.? Beyond those pales.' It whispers there are screams; and epic fails.'
An example of the ducking stool.? No matter your standing ( the labelling tools?) Are blunt
And forcefully handled. Too...' ad-nauseum Rules.. dunk dunk dunk.' We observe the thunk,? And
Timbreless'ness second guess..Or ten thousand more 'artificial input un-topical' man are
These doughnuts RAW.!! I guess chocolate is their vanilla? Who nightmared this up? In a
Tangle of interdiction.' At an insanity hub.? Ekow.' and how! my summation in the main, I think.? I guess.
They are out.' Yet never free.' There just seems to be no gain? Is this just like 'twister?' From those
Who have an allergy to deeper games' such as chess.? Or bridge? Or poker.? Or any thing that.. Tries your wits.' ENOUGH.! Of such boring format." With choice straightjacket? Or chocolate
Suit.?
Throughout the years, my kids had
A variety of hats,
Along with all the books and dolls
And games and baseball bats.
A few were parts of costumes
Or vacation souvenirs,
While others served as props
For princesses or buccaneers.
Though most have long been cast away,
Some managed to hang on –
The pirate and top hats are here;
The cowboy hats are gone.
Yet still, I felt a little pang
When throwing out the trash
And there, with all the magazines
Was something from the stash.
A plastic Viking headpiece
With, on either side, a horn.
I have a photo of my son
From when that hat was worn.
It served its purpose and is now
Bashed up and way too small.
Though I felt sad to throw it out,
My son won’t care at all.
Something has been written, I am sure
Of the power of joy
Of the scent of sorrow
Of the sound of shame.
Something has been written, I am sure
Of the feel of forgetting
Of the shades of loss
Of the taste of pain.
Something has been written, I am sure
Of all such things, but more
Of the colours love and doubt
What else may poets write about?
you are nice, sugar and spice ~ I savor variety in my life
Cat tree woman of the psychic variety
Feeling spirit in the midst of the oak tree
Mystically magically aware of her ability
Listening to the ancestors of the cat family
Feline spirits singing with melodic voices
Giving cat tree woman ideas, but many choices
The leader of the feral cats, she oversees her kingdom
Doing the best she can to help her subjects overcome.
A liquorice sweet has a real variety
has been popular for many years
liquorice allsorts are everyone's fav
such a mixture makes one hit the gear
A cold remedy really needs full flavour
blackcurrant and liquorice sweets a real cure
to get you moving, drive Catherine's Wheel
so it's really tasty makes it the real deal
Now quite diverse is Liq Torpedoes
your taste buds feel a sure-fire hit
from there you can have Liq Comfits
too many will make you unfit
When one is offered a cake dessert
you think its a sponge in soft cream
but Pontefract Cakes are so different
Liquorice small tablets, not what they seem
Now also there's Cream Rock and Liq Sticks
too many to mention including Black Jacks
these were the days of liquorice delight
lovely memories of your tasty sweet rack!
(Just a little piece from my memories of favourite liquorice sweets in my younger days.)
Once feeling envy for your imposing life
Lusted after your confidence and your possessions.
The greed consumed me until the hunger
overtook my natural sloth-like tendencies, plunging me
further into my own gluttonous personal hell.
It’s your fault for evoking my wrath,
for your nothingness ruined my prideful ego.
*I wrote this poem on April 4, 2021, as part of a ’30 days of poetry’ challenge. This was day 4 and the prompt was: Write a seven-line poem about one of the seven deadly sins that only contains seven words in each line. I further challenged myself to use all seven of the deadly sins, one in each line, and each of the sins is in different parts of each line (in the one-seven place but never the same number). Hope you enjoy it!
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