Midst, whilst fully conscious
Life's golden dream
They are, for men, women
What's of Heaven
A part. Inhabitors.
Its bright-lit face.
Our neighbours; yours and mine!
In the sunshine!
Breathy, voice-shed
Or as soft
Aromatic, aloft
Seeps its way
This love in bloom's
Joint opined
(Hand in hand, shoot-entwined)
"Perfect day!"
Behold the living and the dead.
The false name of your mask never dies,
And your distant, weeping confession
Is a pain that belongs to you alone.
Even if the love of sorrow drifts far away,
A dream that cannot laugh remains your only freedom.
The axe that strikes after blind faith
Is a wound of yours that can never be washed away.
The beauty within your singing voice
Is a silent dignity you can never confess.
Behold! Look at that light of reflection.
Are you still walking all online, all alone?
Noble and proud, aboriginal heritage celebrates universal powers within us.
AP: 1st place 2026
Hope walks with courage
the way dawn
leans into the horizon,
each borrowing a quiet shimmer from the other.
They move through the world together~
two ancient wanderers who trust
that even the shadowed path
remembers the way.
Hope lifts the lantern,
a small unwavering glow in the wind,
while courage unfolds
the map drawn from every hard-won step.
Together
they cross deserts,
climb the long stairs of grief,
wade through the quiet rivers
of almost giving up~
and still they walk.
And when you feel them beside you,
one warm at your left,
one sure at your right,
you realize
you were never meant
to travel alone.
Hope walks with courage~
and so do you.
Freshest of dawn-walks
This by a sea.
Whilst on its air none but thee
Its lung's trace leaves:
Life; as first exhaled.
Spumy mists through.
As one cast up on anew
World's shore; least grieves.
Thank you for being you.
You have a gentle way with people.
Your smile brightens our world.
Wordku: 5-7-5 words
AP: Honorable Mention 2026
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don't shoot
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listen
Here's a savage diss track inspired by the given song and context:
You're still lying in the dark, waiting for a call
But I'm the one who's been ghosting you, standing tall
You thought you had a chance, but I was just playing games
Left you alone, with the ticking of the clock, and the shame
You're still wondering where I am, but I'm with someone new
Neyo's got nothing on me, when it comes to loving you
Kiss' guitar riffs can't compare, to the pain I'm about to bring
You're just a memory, a distant ring, and I'm the one who's king
You thought you had my heart, but it was just a lie
I was using you, to get by, and now you're saying goodbye
You're still trying to get me alone, but I'm long gone
You're just a whisper in the wind, and I'm the one who's moving on
You're still got the chills, but it's not from my love
It's from the realization, that you're not enough
I'm the one who's got the power, and you're just a pawn
You're still singing alone, but I'm the one who's got the song
You're still searching for a love, that's real and true
But I'm the one who's got the upper hand, and I'm coming for you.
Write a beautiful Rubiayat Poem
1/17/2026
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Silent flakes descend on frozen ground,
Hushed, wrapped in a snowy shroud profound,
With each careful step, the frost sings low,
A distant echo where my dreams are found.
Leafless trees now covered with snow
A path traced softly, I begin to go,
My breath a cloud in the crystal air,
The moon reflects upon the icy show.
Footsteps linger while old shadows stare,
Under branches where pale winds soft and fair
Each memory glimmers in winter's light,
In the silent woods, their secret lair.
Beyond cold horizons, blankets of white,
A golden promise for eyes so bright,
In quiet beauty, the journey ends,
My winter walk done, with pen I share.
Bundles of the pungent-stalked
In placidities
Baskets of the flashy-stemmed
In felicities
Walks, of all lengths, the world o'er
As gathered up are.
From air wrenched down! For air weighed for!
Not that you're aware!
Careful steps on ice
Deep breaths
In silence take it in
Here all alone
On the way home
As winter walks begin
Shadows loom about
There’s gloom
Yet something in the air
A peaceful still
Despite the chill
No other time compares
Silhouettes we are
And yet
We more than shadows be
Till winter’s end
Here with this friend…
The fallen snow and me
"A friend is God's way of making
sure we never walk alone."
Christmas Ornament message
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Early each morning we gather for a long winter walk,
the birds still murmur dulcet in trees and falling snowflakes whisper;
but, we are warmly dressed, walking and chatting together.
The streets are hushed waiting, tranquil quiescent, and peaceful,
labyrinths serendipitous with lighted houses that sigh joy;
as the deep solitude and images wash over us.
We come to a park where trees are ice draped and shimmering,
the scene sparkles and twinkles, the ground like a pristine white carpet;
we walk in awe of God's phantasmal winter creation.
Our conversation is so joyfully comfortable,
we float from one subject to another with interest and warmth;
time forgotten our feet lead us on a journey unknown.
After three hours we close the walk with coffee close to home,
outside a tree with stained glass leaves is our view as we sip café;
God has left us a bit of autumn beauty to behold.
The wise withdraw, as stars depart—
When Morning lifts her veil—
They keep their counsel with the dusk,
Beyond the common pale.
The crowd may chatter, loud and bright,
Of trifles they have known—
But Thought, a secret pilgrim, moves
Where only Dreams have flown.
No lantern need their patient step,
No compass but the soul—
For Solitude’s a temple door,
And Silence, makes them whole.
So if you find no foot beside,
Upon the starlit stone—
Rejoice, for Wisdom’s quiet path
Is best when walked—alone.
Casualties of torrid summer asphalt
So easy to scorch underpillows of paws
Dogs much prefer cool grass
Wordku: 5-7-5 words
AP: Honorable Mention 2025
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