A pretty sunny day can start off with white fluffy clouds,
the bright blue sky becomes the big backdrop.
I love to sit and watch the white fluffy clouds,
as they dance across the bright blue sky.
Many times as I watch,
I see zoo animals walking by.
Then the thunder sounds off,
like a canon across the sky.
The day is going from pretty to dark,
is rain about to come in for a visit?
As the peaceful wind starts to pick up,
the birds fly to hide.
It has been hot and dry here,
everything needs a bath and a cool drink.
The flowers and trees welcome the rain,
as the pitter patter starts.
Come down slow they seem to say,
make the rain last for awhile.
A strange night
At night it comes
A tick, a knock, a sound
From the parlor to the bed
A tick, a knock, a sound
At the window shade
To then raise the skin
and wash me from ankle to head
From there it neither moves nor goes back
What can it be
From where does it go
To only repeat again the next night
"The moon is an honest Manipulator,"
last night you showed off with your total eclipse.
Your enormous bright light did,
"Tie me to your Tongue."
"I learned how to live unkissed,
until" last night.
Now "I filled the night's chalice with knots of desire,"
needing to wait for the next full moon.
"If time turns, will scars stain the sky?"
Will I live to see you next month in all your glory?
Oh look at the dark clouds for,
"It's raining roses and love riots."
Tonight was very special,
I am so glad I could join the full moon for our visit.
It was time to take another visit through my head today
A visit so very long overdue
Its been a little cloudy and flat of late
Need to check what maintenance there is to do
The door was creaky and stiff to open
It was so dark and smelt musty inside
Flicked the light switch…. but the globe had blown
My phone light now my guide
Oh, what a sight beheld me
A chaotic dishevelled mess
Seems nothing is running efficiently
There are certainly issues here to address
The energy level was running on empty
Motivation level was on low
Memory section was battered with holes
Visual and hearing department were irregular and slow
However, the heart /love section level was perfect
Full and abundant with a perfect flow
Healthy and happy looking
Shining brightly with a beautiful glow
Feeling completely overwhelmed…. l knew
My head desperately needed a service and tune
I headed toward and walked out that creaky door
Thinking … l will do it soon!
The morning breathes... a quiet prayer, pink petals drifting through the air.
I sit and watch from inside, through the window, staring out onto the front yard, waiting to start the day. No lens can hold the light you bring the sacred grace upon your wing.
You cannot hide, you cannot stay yet you return... through all the day.
A silent spark... from somewhere high, a breath of heaven floating by. You touch the bloom, so soft, so free a moment shared... just you and me.
My heavy heart begins to rise,To meet the joy within your skies.
You drift away upon the breeze and leave your peace... among the trees.
My soul is thankful blessed beyond words, who knew a simple blessing would come in shape and forms of a butterfly.
God must have heard my prayer, for He sent me a swallowtail, a monarch butterfly, it only goes to show, how He reminds us of His undying love, he is never far from our Souls, He meets us in our mess, Mom I know your there, seated with our Mighty Savior.
One day we will see each other once again, for my Soul yearns to see HIM face to face..
I can take you to the quietest of places
Where you get to hear nature in its very essence
The crows of the cocks
The hums, soft in contradiction, of the birds
The rustling of leaves
The sway of trees
All of a sudden, charged
The cock's crow returned
The birds,
Both small winged and big winged
Own the sky.
The clouds high as I
In the zone,
falls back in the horizon.
I'll never walk Lagos's streets, for there I might not find German restaurant in which
To eat, or Russian grub? Or Maori food.? Or
Polo playing..Now dont think me rude.? But
If I arrived and they did not have
Chaucer plays or Tolstoy? I would
think them mad.? At least mono-cultural that most henious crime, in the west its been uncovered umpteen times
I hope some camera crew or even two do make a
Visit to see if such horrors are true.? No
Phantom of the opera in Eskimo.?
A real bad sign i'll have you to know,, yes they must be lectured if such is the case..Even berated! Right in their face.) And their
Land transformed, that they become much
More civilised.? Should that be the in
your place
Face.' Or faces of many? cause thats how its been for fifty pointless years on.' In the attacking of the
working western dream.)
She doesn't remember her son.
She lives somewhere in the distant past.
She's happy, that's what counts.
AP: 2nd place 2026
Sitting at the pub,
The one where I once dwelled,
Hoped for being noticed,
Praying it's not still there,
A smile of reflection,
The person sitting in the chair,
Not the same as she once was,
No longer a bar fly with curly hair,
I remember all of the voices,
Friendships I thought were permanent,
Alcohol, glasses clashing,
Lips loose and eyes gazing,
What a different life I live now,
Now sitting for just a glimpse,
To relax, to remember,
Old feelings and yearning blazing,
Progress unmeasurable,
Entering the same environment,
A brief moment feeling a lifetime,
Intoxicated culture is no longer social,
Though it creeps and festers,
To sabotage together,
What joy in letting go and relaxing,
It must be temporary or is woeful.
A loved one from heaven sent
Country
three hour drive
farm life is booming now
my parents sit back and watch it
living
Once I was roaming in the street,
I saw something unusual during my visit.
It was already late midnight,
Hard to see anything clear under the street light.
But a wooden door was still opened,
Might be waiting when the night deepens.
The door bell looked annoyed,
As it was the hours for him to be deployed.
The door stood rigid a few inches above the floor,
Looks unclear and scary from outside.
Then I approached closer to knock,
To resolve this situation of deadlock.
The door smiled in state of denial,
Wait, please wait till a special arrival.
They come with polished shoes and clipped smiles,
a delegation of two parties, two chambers,
chasing headlines across the sea,
while the ice beneath our feet has no such illusions.
“Do not worry,” they say,
as if reassurance can purchase sovereignty,
as if Greenland were a chess piece
on the board of tweets and tariffs.
We nod politely, pour the coffee,
watch them measure fjords with their eyes,
thinking in votes and press releases,
while we measure time in centuries of ice.
Takeovers may glitter in their imaginations,
but here, the land remembers—
it remembers treaties,
it remembers patience,
and it laughs quietly under the aurora.
So go back, legislators,
to your chambers and your cameras,
we will remain:
not a prize, not a footnote,
but Greenland,
with glaciers that do not bend to ambition.
We had a small tiff.
Stupid, foolish, and headstrong.
She gave me a push,
I fell on the hard pavement.
Darn fool, I broke my left leg.
If I could fly far
To a secluded green vale,
Would I find you there?
With a broken leg in bed?
Why don’t you come to visit me?
You are all smiles now.
I feel elated by love.
Let us forget the past.
I'll love you infinitely.
Nothing will separate us.
As she gave me a long kiss.
Fiction
bubbles in a stream
cascade of tiny circle
teeny gray minnows
small round polished rocks
showing off the brook’s edges
serene atmosphere
deer comes by to drink
trees and I watch her take sips
quiet loving place
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