Living life dreaming
is not an escape or a defense,
it's finding a real way out...
He rush towards you
Like a wave to the sand
Closer than you expected
He found his way to you
To light up your world like the sun
So hold on to him tight
For you may never experience
That great feeling again
Just give love a chance in your life
And as your eyes meet his
Take a look into the beautiful future
That awaits the both of you
It could be a taste of heaven
Therefore, embrace him close to your heart
And pull him deeper into your soul
Because he's the genuine love of your life
That found his way to you.
Opulence suits you, my Queen.
To you I humbly devote my life
~ cater to your every whim.
Wordku: 5-7-5 words
AP: 1st place 2025
We travel to Hawaii for today’s blessing…
A blessing that I hope can cause
the coldest heart to melt:
It is through the way you serve others
that your greatness will be felt.
I think we would do well if this blessing
every day we’d pray it….
But it sounds a lot more beautiful…
the way Hawaiians say it:
Ahuwale ka po’okela
I käu hana ia ha’i.
thoughts jump
like grasshoppers
from one idea to the next
between words,
quiet spaces
say more
than we think they do
grandma's old button box
spills memories
on my desk
yesterday walks into today
like rain
through an open window
sometimes
we forget periods
and let our breathing
make the rules
poems can break their lines
anywhere
they want to rest
words stretch
like rubber bands
sometimes they snap
and fly away
half-finished sentences
can be the most
honest ones
when we're hurt,
we pretend everything
is perfectly fine
kitchens and bedrooms
hold secrets
that make us
who we really are
looking closely at the truth
even when it makes us squirm
not yes, not no
freedom lives in the maybe
wild looks like freedom
when you've been sitting
still too long
who are you?
I'm the kid
who won't stay in the box
rivers always
know their way
flowing towards
something bigger
we are the change
we want,
each small choice
creates waves
Trumpeted a would be King
Wrecking protocol, doing his thing
Senate is on its knees, weak
Congress cowed out of speak
He loved her blatant whiteness, there was sugar in her veins
His powerful nostrils smelled her weaknesses, and he smiled
She would soon be his, they both understood this
meekly resigned, not thrilled, her bits of fear increased his desire
He approached her from the shadows, understanding his power
She dared not move; felt his presence, but stayed still
There was the macabre smell of blood and a quickening
They both understood destiny would have her way and soon.
WISHING ON A STAR
It is so dark outside,
There is not much light,
Nothing is too bright,
When it’s night,
Except when I open the
Curtains to peep from inside.
I then see the moon,
And a cross kind of face,
I long to see it round,
But soon
It will look thin,
And the moon makes no sound.
And way up high,
In that dark sky,
I see sparkling stars,
That mummy says,
If there are people on mars,
They see them too,
I wish I could meet one or two,
People from mars I mean,
Not the stars.
And my dad has shown me
The Milky Way
How exciting to see
And know what is out
There in the dark,
It’s almost like walking
With mum and dad
In our nearby park.
So I have decided to
Ask mummy to keep my
Curtains open,
So, I can see the moon,
And when there is a boy,
Who sits on the moon,
Which looks like a spoon,
Fishing,
I will be wishing
Upon one of the bright stars,
That one day we will meet,
Oh golly gee,
Won’t that be a treat.
NATURE FINDS ITS WAY
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The crack in the sidewalk,
a stubborn line against the grey,
filled with green.
Not invited, not planned, just a seed,
carried on wind, finding purchase,
insisting on life.
A dandelion, maybe, or something tougher,
something that knows concrete yields,
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Think of that small rebellion
when the path ahead
feels like stone.
Remember the persistent green,
the quiet strength
that cracks the surface.
Nature finds its way.
You will too.
you cannot expect to trust a lion after removing his teeth
you know it can easily kill you with his claws
you cannot expect a traveler who went to a new south
to return to his old south in the same color of flame
he learned new ways of life, forgetting the ones he left behind
he learned to betray to make his way to appeal his kind
Isreal surrounded, world turns against it
Because of inhuman acts..So geographically
The Prophecies will be fullfilled..Yet the only
Ones who will be saved out of this will be
( spiritual Jews..I E Born again beleivers.' Not
Dogmatic readers of past texts..Yet those
( who have passed from death to life ) Today..'
Today is the Day of salvation..' rend your hearts
And not your garments, accept Yeshua be one
With God.)
"Sometimes the smallest act of kindness becomes the brightest light along our darkest road."
He is one in a million--
a hand that reached out
when the world was silent,
and when kindness was rare.
Reg(Rej), though we have never met,
I feel your goodness
in the way it touched my path.
When I had nowhere to go,
you were there...
proof that the Lord sends hearts
to lift the fallen when hope runs thin!
For twenty-one nights, I walked alone
smiling at strangers…
never letting them see the weight I carried.
My knees ached,
my feet swollen,
my body trembling on the edge of collapse.
And still I told myself:
no one could run this race for me.
So I pressed forward
clutching courage in the dark,
holding on to the feeble flame of hope
that someone, somewhere
would understand without judgment.
Then came you...
A quiet proof that mercy endures,
that kindness still weaves its way through the dark
and even when the night is heaviest,
daylight will arrive.
When I finally reach my destination..
I will turn my face to the sun
and keep this treasure close:
that somewhere along the way home,
I found you...
and kept you in my heart.
highland bull came to us on a lovely spring day
we could tell by his high kicks he was ready to play
a pink butterfly with plethora of dots futtered his way
He was not shy in giving her a “hey, hey, hey, hey!”
Wondered if he had wandered from the Meadows in Bray
Had no idea how to get him back there that day
A full schedule meant he would have to stay and play
We did give him feed, and a soft pace to lay
The pallet we made him was filled with the softest hay
Not his fault he is lost, said my cousin Lucie McKay
When we returned from work, he had meandered away
We were thrilled we had a Highland Bull for almost a day
When We Lose Our Way
A place we call home
A long journey alone
Astray off course
Guidance on a new road
Find your way back
Poor choices along the way
Only blame myself
Learn to grow
I still have time to change
Put the past behind
Put the wrong things right
Someone’s watching from above
Let this be our prayer
Watch us where we go
The road back home
Guide us through the sky
Leave our troubles behind
I joyfully beat out my word syllables
as if I am a professional drummer
thumping my way into the Amazon
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