In echoes
I hear the ground shake
Anger with our kind
At the violence and hate we display
While a whispers
Of hands held out,
Assisting the world’s
Suffering.
Not because of a god or gods
They are the symbols.
Our excuses.
We have to admit,
We make our own graves
And affect nature and fellow humanity
Around us.
But too much self fear holds
Us back.
Self reflection.
Understanding
Our repetitive history.
Sickness.
Ugliness.
Truth,
Ancestry
Of our history.
Self reflection.
A simple phrase.
Fear.
Such a simple word
But we give them power.
It’s time to admit to ourselves,
We can change things,
But we need to know.
And here I stand,
Before the mirror
Of my own self reflection.
The sun tickled and made us giggle.
AP: 3rd place 2026
Kudos Erin, I salute your gumption, in sifting for the realitys of some intended
Data centres; projected in positive themed
And Proposed assumptions, Millions will be impacted and the environmental hit.! its
Set to make nonsense, of initiatives over 60 Years morhped into laws, with much fanfare and
Moral cheer' grafting into the syncronicity
And awareness of almost everywhere.?From villages through to citys.' Now the
Rug is being pulled, though threadbare
And fraying bad.' With realisation that we've
All been had.? Its simple enough i think you'll find, you can see the change to real sustainability, yet in this you need to find; take
Part and be aware' or as its known you'll
Become the most un-believable square.!!!
When You Wake Up Next to Me'
Kevin Davis 2025
Every morning when I wake up in bed,
I find you lying next to my head.
I'm so thankful and happy to be me,
When you wake up next to me.
Oh, the happiness your face does bring,
Peace and love from my heart I sing,
when your face is the first thing I see.
When you wake up next to me.
Even when trials arise in our life,
and ire surfaces causing us strife,
I always find the troubles leave,
when you wake up next to me.
As our life continues to unfurl,
like a tapestry of life in a whirl,
I know all will be fine that I see,
As long as you wake up next to me.
Our life is happy, joyful and free,
we have everything that we need.
A house, cars, enough food to eat.
All is fine when you wake up next to me.
So, as we live our lives together,
and the years pass by forever,
I have no place I would rather be,
as long as you wake up next to me.
When I Wake Up Next to You
Kevin Davis 2025
Every morning when I wake up in bed,
I find you lying next to my head.
I'm so thankful and happy to be me.
When you wake up next to me.
Oh, the happiness your face does bring,
Peace and love from my heart I sing,
When your face is the first thing I see.
When you wake up next to me.
Even when trials arise in our life,
And ire surfaces causing us strife,
I always find the troubles leave,
When you wake up next to me.
As our life continues to unfurl,
Like a tapestry of life in a whirl,
I know all will be fine that I see,
As long as you wake up next to me.
Our life is happy, joyful and free,
We have everything that we need.
A house, a cars, enough food to eat.
All is fine when you wake up next to me.
So, as we live our lives together,
and the years pass by forever,
I have no place I would rather be,
As long as you wake up next to me.
From the time I awake
I chased the light
playing chicken each moment
waiting for death to swallow me up
F raught and caught
B i'partisan creep-up-scular
I gnominously dystopian
America is not coping; and some.' How dark are days.? So; so black become' its all down
As in the scales of melody.? As in those
Of judgement fallen. ( For we truly see' ) its down the
Scale of depravity, amidst a wallowing with
The most detrious acts despicably, oh how much filth there
Be.' Enough to make a scum-sicle hard and
so cold.!
That needs shoving up the innards.'
Through the ether.? And into the nether
Location of the countrys whole.' Complacent
populace..Complicit if not now agahst.? At the sight of America.' Shown on the world stage'
with its pants down at half-mast.! Oh no!
I must say, to the very great; and INDEED!!
Most massuve overpowering...? Farse.)
I say to the Kiwis..Do not be as fools' don't
End up labeled as carbon ' let your good
Sense's rule..If you begin going car-less.'
Your being care-less in the extreme.' That
Is not the wholesome futuristic target' its
Rather a mayhemic, dystopian theme' don't
Park, your cars; parade them rally and party
Instead..Live the dream. Or else you'll be transported as un-wanted carbon, in train carriages from your
Towns to sheds, Where red fires
will be ignited.. To be with your bodies; eventually fed.'
Figure this
all I know
crumples upon waking
How do dreams
present truth
over life?
Life, divided by terror
Life, splitting synapses
but Death
Death dare not stray
from her rightful course
easy to seduce,
when life a nightmare
walking
There is no time, yet a clock ticks;
Break the rhythm—that's the trick.
See the poetic truth: tomorrow never comes,
Don't starve your soul while you settle for crumbs.
We chase the status, the money, the fame,
While true connection is brushed off as lame.
Look up, dear souls, from your glass-walled bowl,
Before the silence takes its final toll.
There is no time, yet a clock ticks;
While we chase the future, our own coffin clicks.
You’re a hollow tree, listening
to the tapping claws of the sky.
You sit sideways staring over your shoulder.
A rib cage full of shivering cavemen
looks up into your throat.
Wintery seas leak over ice-bound rooftops.
Bedsheets stiffen into ersatz snowdrifts.
You find yourself observing the world
through the top of your head.
You find yourself observing raw endings,
frozen filaments on buffeted window.
Roads might be passable. Wind-whales plow through,
pushing insomnia ahead of them.
The cold is a color yet to be decoded,
but you breathe through it, see through its fractured eyes.
You count crow-calls, go deaf when they stop.
The passage between you and the chill floor
is umbilical, you may have to bear down.
You skirt around your skin.
Scrape eyes with rigid lashes,
letting your mind thaw under parked cars.
Great leaders are born to serve
Not to rule or dictate
With so much valour to defend
Their nation physically, mentally and otherwise
Steadily fighting all oppositions and liberating his people.
Steadily they tackle
The purpose why they emerge
Even amidst the threat of death
They never retreat nor surrender
Always igniting the people's passion for freedom.
Wake up Africans
How many more heroes
Will they kill without justice
Should we remain prey forever
Prayers without actions
Is just like a vehicle without tyres.
Wake up my eyes from blindness wake up
Wake up my very sleepy eyes wake up
Angel of death's mean is to life put trust
Wake up my eyes from blindness wake up
Wake up my very sleepy eyes wake up
They open doors of skies
Pour mercy water to universe
Reserve heaven gardens to ones who pray at dawns
Wake up my eyes from blindness wake up
Wake up my very sleepy eyes wake up
They wake up at the dawn all birds
Start praising Lord with own tongues
Say word of testament, trees mountains and stones
Wake up my eyes from blindness wake up
Wake up my very sleepy eyes wake up
Beware do not be deceived, mortal this globe
Being arrogant do not lean on throne and crown
Do not rely on saying seven climates are mine
Wake up my eyes from blindness wake up
Wake up my very sleepy eyes wake up
It is me your slave Murad forgive my fault
Forgiving my fault let you my sins be covered
Resurrect me at the bottom of Prophet's starboard
Wake up my eyes from blindness wake up
Wake up my very sleepy eyes wake up
Written by Ottoman's Sultan Murad Third
Translated by Onur Ünlü
How long do you think
you can ride the coattails
of blissful ignorance?
Isn't it flagrantly obvious that
you are skating on thin ice...
and equally evident that
you're living on borrowed time?
How long do you think
you can get away with avoiding
the elephant in the room?
Have I been the unjaded enabler
whilst my silence should have screamed
to you louder than any multitude of decibels?
AP: Honorable Mention 2025, Honorable Mention 2025
In the echoes of the night the one lonesome sound of a train not knowing where it’s bound
It rolls on past the towns the rivers and the bends around corners unseen
As danger lays in wait anticipating contemplating its next move along the cold steel rails that’s bound for heaven or bound for hell only time will tell
The warning signs are there the whistle is sounding “ DANGER DANGER” but it keeps on rolling this steam locomotive
WAKE UP WAKE UP one lone voice calls out in the night your headed for DANGER but it keeps on rolling this steam locomotive
On down the rails it rolls when once again the whistle is sounding ‘DANGER DANGER ‘ as the one lone voice calls out in the night WAKE UP WAKE UP your headed for DANGER
Now is the last chance who is it at the helm
check with your conductor
Is it Satan headed for Hell
Or Jesus Headed for Heaven
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