As I walked along Old Rine Road
I walked on by a grumpy toad
Ribbit, ribbit he croaked to me
Please move along and leave me be
If you want to see a frog
There, he lay... beneath that log
Feed him a fly or a tasty gnat
Or feed him both to get him fat
Ribbit, ribbit... he croaked his song
Ribbit, ribbit... just move along
Walk on by- leave me, alone
As I rest upon, my comfy- stone
The walls are closing in.
People walk on by without seeing me.
They talk right through me.
Wordku: 5-7-5 words
AP: 3rd place 2026
The journey of a lifetime.
Life of the rhyme.
From darkness to light.
Hard was the fight.
Sitting alone at night.
So many a thought.
Answers sought.
Days so long.
Time gone wrong.
Felt I was at the end of my road.
Heavy was the load
Despair.
A heart in need of repair.
Life wasn't fair.
I knew I couldn't continue this way.
In the dark I couldn't stay.
One step at a time .
With help from some rhythm.
I let go of the fight.
Embraced the light.
I've freed myself from the past.
Life passes so fast.
Holding on to the pain.
There lies the stain.
Let it go
I know.
What's holding you down.
Don't let it make you drown.
There is strength deep inside you.
It will help you through.
From darkness to light.
Let go of the fight
Lost in your mind.
I find.
It's so hard to step over the pain.
But there is so much to gain.
It's ok to stand in the rain .
To stumble.
Grumble.
Into the pain you don't want to hold.
Be bold.
Move forward.
Toward.
Don't fret
You bet.
At times you may cry.
Things just happen, I don't know why.
But up to you to walk on by.
Low unnoticed
Im beautiful
I found and spread
Above, below
Im tiny cities
Im fairy homes.
A seat for you
The softest throne
Hold rain and water
Shelter those
That creep and crawl
I keep them close
I breathe dark air
And exhale light
I've lived the days
I love the night
I embrace thr earth
The wood, the ground
Right beside you
Green sweet mound
So walk on by
My ancient face
And I remain
Within this place
Your life is just a tickin' clock from the day you arrive/
It's just an old tickin' clock/
Till the day you say goodbye/
So move over, Life Train, and let me walk on by/
I gotta lot of livin' to do as my tickin' clock rolls by/
Our lives are a tickin' clock in the hands of time/
Everyone we meet is a second gone by/
You see, our life is just a tickin' clock with every breath we take/
We step away from our past into our future fate/
Your whole life is just one hour, and your youth is spent in seconds/
Now you wish you had years to fight back your tickin' clock/
Was your life well spent/
The world is bleeding,
Yet it seems no one seems to care.
Oh it’s been going on for quite, sometime
it gets so people seem to walk on by shake their heads and stare.
Centuries, years, months even days, have brought us all to the state we are in.
With all the paths to lead us to make it right,
One wonders why don't together we begin.
It’s time to end the bleeding and heal this world we live in.
To end the suffering and begin on the right path again. .
I am not a rat
I have never been a rat
I will never be a rat
A rat is a rat
I am an opossum
A good animal to have around
I eat menacing pests
Never catching those nasty diseases
So, if you see me just say ‘hi’
And if you can just let me walk on by
I just hope that you remember
I am not a rat
I have never been a rat
I will never be a rat
A rat is a rat
I am an opossum
And I am your friend
© Poem – XVII/VI/MMXXV
LRET
We think that by keeping busy
and having a million and one things to do,
the Grim Reaper will walk on by and forget us.
By keeping our nose close to the grind,
our eyes won't meet and lock on his,
meanwhile ignoring the bell that sounds
for other unsuspecting souls.
In the meantime we keep on keeping
our nose to the grind and our eyes
locked on the targets of tasks at hand.
No end in sight to jobs to do
No time to die today
We're way too busy
Plans are endless
The list grows longer when
it should be winding down
It's a race to the finish line
and time is the stopwatch
with a fickle trigger finger
AP: 2nd place 2025
Blood Moon
Time is drifting away.
Keen eye for knowing today.
Orange hues are radiant.
The beautiful sky has faded.
Blood Moon with a dim light.
Weare creatures of the night.
The darkened sunset will disappear.
Just darkness and fear.
Candles dancing through the window.
End times, nobody knows.
Blood runs down a mirror.
Lose your eyesight with a glare.
Empty spaces between us.
Live with only loneliness.
No care in the world.
Everyone for themselves.
Walk alone under the Blood Moon.
Time will fade soon.
Too many wasted dreams at night.
The world is isolated.
Look up into a lonely sky.
Just wonder why.
Just walk on by.
I never wanted to say good-bye.
Urban Spaces
The world is getting smaller.
People become dwellers.
A newlife of solo living.
A single life of well-being.
Do weall have anxiety?
Through loneliness especially.
Maybe we have lost trust in each other.
Walk on by, don’t even bother.
Some live in urban spaces.
Pass on by many faces.
Webecome too independent.
Individual living to the limit.
No social life.
Just breathe to get by.
Welost the human touch.
With no one to love.
Wecan’t see in the fog.
A lonely life is now common.
Where did everyone go?
A generation hiding behind their cell phones.
What happened to you and me?
Everything was wonderful in the blue sky.
Maybe, will have a chance through the sunlight?
I would hold you close at night.
I guess we are now all solitude.
Just a lifetime to wake up next to you.
Not yet, let the night stand still,
The heart still beats against its will.
A fleeting smile, a silent gaze,
Is all I need to set ablaze.
Just walk on by, just smile once more,
And I’ll ask for nothing more.
Granted, Karen was on Top of the World,
her passionate voice brought her Close to You,
We've Only Just Begun, her gems hid pearled,
her Rainy Days and Mondays changed our view.
Bless the Beasts and Children, expressed warm peace,
The Night Has a Thousand Eyes, sleep awhile,
to being Solitaire, Walk On By, please,
Make It Easy on Yourself. Rest a spell.
Called the yard to buy a Ticket To Ride,
Beechwood 4-5789,
from San Francisco to LA, Cal's south side,
it was 1980, a younger time.
So long ago, it's Yesterday Once More,
Karen's Goodbye to Love was my top score.
Walk on by
The park
Walk on by
The house of God
Walk on by
The bookstore
Walk on by
The road to success
Walk on by
The road to freedom
Because it is available
To anyone that wants it
Walk on by as I sit upon a ledge of self-destruction.
I seek no sympathy, just a hand to hold and to pull me from the edge.
I am deserving Aren't I?
Those so-called words they forcefully allege
Stepping forward by myself
Never will I follow the leader, But this I will instead,
Lead my own path that's right for me
A life lived astray I pledge
As I sit here in my home and watch my children grow
I worry for the future and wonder what will come
I take the time to educate and teach my child to know
Of the differences within this world and what person they'll become
We talk about the things in life that they will come to find
That unfortunately their world is full of injustice and poverty
I teach them about empathy and how to become kind
And encourage them to think about the world they want to see
They'll witness racism on the streets and won't just walk on by
They'll feel the indignation and anger of being ridiculed
For their sex or gender type but they'll hold their heads up high
They'll stand for justice and equality and they'll not be fooled
If they want peaceful lives and the world to keep on turning
At every opportunity they need to embrace and give love
They need to build their knowledge and always keep on learning
But also to promote this peace and give hatred the shove
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