Appears a pigeon at leisure
nonchalantly walking hopping from table to table
~ looking for attention and treats
AP: 1st place 2025
Visit beautiful Michigan Avenue
The ‘Magnificent Mile’
See the teenage gangs at night
roaming ‘gangster-style’
Admire block after block on ‘the strip’
Madison Avenue, the Old West Side
burnt down by arson way back in 1968
embers still afloat – Don’t they smell great
Take a walk on the Wild Side
The South Side that once hosted Nat King Cole
Note the empty lots, broken glass and one-eyed cats
What a pleasure to take in all that…
Yes, dear friends, a trip to Chicago’s just the thing
Come to a town where crime is king
sunday afternoon
fresh basket of wildflowers ~
a knock on Nan's door
AP: 2nd place 2025
The arrival of his departure
(A numb and cruel upheaval starter)
was an emotional core rupture;
a visual goodbye to my father.
I saw his final, last inhale
that would never flow to release.
I saw his life light fade to pale
before leaving to forever peace.
In time, I joyously came to know
his essence was such a strong force,
he could bend love air to a flowing echo
and sound it when I needed him most.
I feel sure my father's echo has limits.
Souls exist in spirit realms, so echo assists
must be supremely granted gifts.
At times I feel soak in the depths his visit.
a welcome visit
lady bug sweet lady bug
bearer of good luck
AP: Honorable Mention 2025
In the middle of the woods I sit
Becoming lost
The world for me no longer a hit
Pure Peace at no cost
Watching the gentle water flow
Completely still
I am happily hiding from the everyday show
On cool, quiet hill
A smile of soft joy creeps up on me
With Happy Thoughts of You
A familiar white dove peeps in the form of She
Totally alleviating my sudden feelings of blue
'It's Alright, My Dear Son
Mom Will AllWays Be Here
Put Your Right Hand To Your Heart
And I Will Heal You With The Warmth Of My Love
You Will Never Have To Worry
You Will Never Have To Be Afraid
For I Will ForEver Love You Till The Pain Goes Completely Away'
My tears now flow as the familiar white dove waves goodbye
I wave back with a now normal sadness as she flies back into the skies so high
Reality returns but the smile of soft joy does remain
I turn to slowly walk back towards reality....calmer and much more sane
Thank you, oh familiar white dove, for once again diffusing the bomb
Sweet Memories In Pink And Green Files Will AllWays Sweetly Saturate This Special Day......HAPPY MOTHER'S DAY, DEAR SWEET MOM.....
Spring Monoku Poetry Contest
Jcb Brul
spring opens its door once a year
and visitors marvel at the greetings
For Sara Jama's contest "Emotional Shrapnel"
05/10/2025
she appears spontaneously
courtesy asunder
an uninvited visitor
behind her a seeping of rust at the gates
an artist with barren hands
splashing scarlet all over the hessian
a lurid migration, primordial as fossils,
sketched by Selene’s soft summoning
into the earth’s belly,
with feeble niggles,
surging to tremor crescendos
abrading,
grinding,
scraping
in the moulded wisdom of the womb
where a design is deferred
a cradle lies still….
Glory Mountain, Davao City, day three.
The legs do not listen anymore
They called to Stunning Villa
There you see the curtailed garden
Arrays of colorful flowers that bloom
Man made beautiful falls cascading below
Thousands of pine trees going to the top
Man made lake nestled in between those flat
I felt inside this extraordinary characters
Unspeakable joy to discover this hidden gem
Very rural, yet, most I love aesthetic beauty
The uniquely given is exclusively for guests
Genuine members and faithful Kingdom Citizens.
A brief visit
I sat trying to write
A poem of love
Yes, once Love hit me hard
I sensed someone
Standing beside my chair
Yes, it was her
Twenty years had gone
She looked the same
She smiled with eyes of love
Then, she faded away
I visit you
If it’s a dream or a smell
Maybe some fragrance I remembered well
I visit you
Like a kid excited about a missing tooth
Everyone is delighted
Even you
I visit you
I remember you
people resemble you
Who can I send this to
When I visit you
It’ll be pitiful to pitty myself
when we all eating well
The women I picked was between possums and pits
I visit you because you told me that men
Lead & grow but don’t bend
The people I chose as my friends
Think I’m beneath my role
As I visit you I rome
Do angels get cold and alone
I visit you
and every thank you can’t be told thru the phone
I visit you
You hand me the bracelet without meeting my eyes -
A wordless expression that betrays the casualness between us.
It's a symbol, a sign
That you haven't forgotten.
My face burns with emotion and I quickly turn to face the sea
As decade-old feelings crash through my veins.
I open my palm to find a string of blood-red roses -
Ten bakelite buds that threaten to bloom.
The cold December wind suddenly reminds me of my present.
I know I'm breaking the rules by accepting this gift –
The red rose is an ancient symbol of intention,
Of love stronger than thorns.
But this is precisely why
I can't hand it back.
Courting the illicit, I place it on my wrist.
I am shackled.
Later that night, after you've gone,
I lie next to him in the dark and count the buds between my fingers,
Like rosary beads.
Each one a prayer to the past,
A commemoration of our communion.
If you don't want it to be taught how America brutalized the American Indian,
and you don't want it to be taught how America brutalized the enslaved black,
don't talk to me about your Christian moral compass,
because a Christian moral compass is something that you lack.
I won a poetry prize to go visit the lake isle of Innisfree.
But I didn't wanna go, cuz there's nothing there I particularly wanted to see.
I hear there's just a clay-and-wattles cabin
with a bunch a bees a-blabbin'
and nine rows of beans, and that doesn't really interest me.
To understand the meaning of life
Three places you should visit :
First, is hospital
Health is wealth.
Second, is jail
Freedom is valuable.
Lastly, is funeral
We're nothing but guests on Earth.
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