Chrissie the angel had a hesitant song
every note out of her mouth was pretty much wrong
but she had been initiated into God’s chorus throng
so she did her best, but it was not long…..
The other members demanded God take her back out
They were vocal about it, some of them said this in a shout
God was not pleased they thought He had made a mistake
But He put her in charge of frosting a large wedding cake
The cake was a hit, Chrissie was great at food
She created other items too, putting God into a terrific mood
He took credit for years, pretending that He had known best
But I knew better, and so did all of the rest.
For a prank, he sank a tank.
AP: Honorable Mention 2026
cat did not want to dress up as a hen
A snake, a dragon, or a reptile’s chin
What do you want to do? His mother asked him.
I think I’ll go as a bat, said that brave cat, Jim.
that heart pounding moment
risqué of midnight negligé
his hunger satisfied
the quake of furniture
pearls glistening on floor
candle flame flickering, flickering
language of love
making tongues swoon
surreality of being one
coalescent couple burning
conclusive kiss, sigh, satisfied
the dewy, unresistant words
that come with completion
simply expounding love
that remembers
that forgets
that forges the future
the Heart wants what it wants
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Individualistic unrivaled wants
Tempting desires into needs
Defying the mind its logistics
Reinventing discarded feelings
Unto someone / something new
Hand in hand - words & action
How far-off will "delusion" go
How slow will integrity show
Rigid essence of the person
In morality & their principals
The once frowned upon red
Has now been flagged green
Do away the self-abiding rules
Based on likeability & the who
See red and only logic will reign
See green & everything's serene
The sure way to its death is passion
And lack in continued preservation
Eventful ache or a new resurrection
The heart's desire its only sanction
Episode two..What can we do.? The sixth
Generation in technology is forming ( the
Government issues no warning ) not as in
2020..' The threat was amplified by all and
Any.' Mostly by those in media and tech also pharmacies were in it over their heads
Its time to prioritise, to me thats clear.' Or go souless, as ghouls with no redress.' A
Citizen of tyranny, overruled by tech and motivated by innumerable fears.)
Every day my friend wants to talk on the phone
she’s eating food, she’s taking a walk, alone
I suggest social media to her, loud and clear
where boring stuff and nonsense can easily appear
I don’t believe in that, she tells me
She holds me hostage for an hour and three
Too many minutes, you will probably readily agree
Talk to you tomorrow, she says, her last words to me
I am grateful in my life
that I have been forever blessed
for never allowing the things want
to make me forget the things I already possess.
Everyone wants a piece of me
They think it’s free
Bite after bite
They do it with spite
Biting to the bone
Never leaving me alone
Hour by hour they devour
I taste sour
They want to eat me whole
Swallow my soul
Bite after bite
They do it every night
Eating me alive
I try to survive
I'm no quitter
I taste bitter
I’m wishing things were different.
I question what I absolutely cannot change.
I catch myself praying for petty wants.
I see the pretense of my ways.
Some old habits die hard.
AP: 3rd place 2025
I felt spirit without seeing
for I am clairaudient and clairvoyant
whispers came a bit later
they were too soft to decipher
I knew they were meant for me though
no one else hears or sees them
I woke up in the middle of the night when she called my name
Loudly with authority
I saw no one
but I knew it was my mother
what she wants is unclear
but I imagine I will understand in a matter of days
I always do
Everybody wants a hero until they're defeated, flat on their back looking up at the Villain standing over them. Be careful what you wish for, we all have desires and needs that consume us. In the end though we all fall, remember even Satan wasn't always a sinner or looked down upon.
That you are but a Candle — small —
While They — the Sun — command —
That all your Dreams are fragile things
To crumble at their Hand —
That Truth itself is pliable —
And bends to suit their Will —
That Silence is a sacred Vow
You dare not break — nor spill —
That Love is but a Ration — thin —
Dispensed when They decree —
That you exist — because They look —
And cease — if They don't see —
That Doubt is Proof of Loyalty —
That Pain — a Noble art —
Ah — but the Soul — unshaken — knows
The Lie — from Honest Heart —
For Power— built on borrowed Breath —
Dissolves — when you arise —
The Chains — are Thread — the Crown — is Dust —
And Freedom — in your Eyes.
across the dark lake a rusty blade waited in the cold wet grass
two copperhead snakes slithered past each with a secret task
a frog hopped by on his way to get eaten by the snakes
the blade giggled a bit as the frog was devoured by the big one
the other snake slithered off, looking for something tasty.
rusty blade could relate, he was ready to take a bite of something himself.
He had tasted potatoes, carrots, steak, pork, and now fish.
There was nothing that he did not like to carve into
something small but fast rushes toward the blade, what is that?
rusty blade regrets that no one ever shared an encyclopedia with him
He had no name for the object, but he still wanted a taste.
He sliced into its leg, and heard a loud horrible yowl. He loved that!
by Suzan Michelle Satchell
God asks for our most cherished gift,
The one we love, the one we protect and treasure best.
The thing our hearts hold closest still —
He asks for that, even though it may be hardest.
He desires the gift we value most assuredly,
The one we would never choose to lose, or give a second thought to give,
The joy, the dream, the love we boast —
That’s the gift He asks us to choose.
For when God gives, He gives His best,
No holding back, no second best.
He gave us Jesus, His only son.
A Father’s heart, His only Son.
He gently formed us from the dust,
Breathed life and purpose into us.
He called us good, He called us loved,
Fearfully made in every way.
So what shall we return to Him,
The One who gave us breath and grace?
Let’s offer all — our love, our best,
Our hearts laid open, face to face.
Hope that when we choose, we choose our best gift.
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