my car rarely leaves the driveway since I retired one year ago today
She drove four hundred miles on Wednesday
Another four hundred miles this morning
That is six hundred and fifty miles more than she’s driven in six months
It was worth it
I got to celebrate my birthday with my identical twin.
I live in Kansas City, Kansas
She lives in Iowa City, Iowa
It is not an easy trip.
But worth it.
Mondays are usually a drag
while Fridays burst with excitement without fail
~ we’re hamsters at the treadmill
Wordku: 5-7-5 words
AP: Honorable Mention 2025
Shark Week Serenade
It’s Shark Week—let the ocean roar,
A celebration through the tide,
I plunge where blue horizons soar
And let my fascination glide.
Sharks in spotlights, strong and sleek,
Legends in the swirling brine,
They prowl the depths we dare not seek,
With power ancient, fierce, divine.
I marvel at the hammerhead,
The tiger shark in graceful sweep,
The gentle giant’s silent thread—
In every fin, my passions leap.
This week, the world will tune to see
Their mystery, their daring lore,
But I have loved them silently
Long before the cameras bore.
Reefs and kelp beds come alive,
Rainbow fish and jellies, too,
Yet sharks, relentless, fierce, survive—
Ocean’s guardians, proud and true.
With every episode and tale,
I feel my heart swept out to sea;
O sharks, beyond the spray and gale,
Your wild spirit lives in me.
Be it a Sunday morning,
Faith day, leading into
Monday afternoon,
dragging my butt along, to a rhythmic tune.
Tuesday boom day,
with my energy hittin' the scale.
Wednesday, Hump day seems it never fails.
Thursday, finally making it over the hill.
Friday, payday, gotta pay the bills.
Saturday night, and all of it's delight.
can't wait to shake my tail with all my might.
leading back to Sunday, love day
entirely a week for you to decide.
The Eighth day of life is calling you'
His heart is open; always true!
The Beatles sang about this man?
I'd say un-aware' of His plan.?
Gifted artists..Whom He endowed!
World sucess.' And millions wow'd
Jesus ready to return again
Although un-worthy I raise my pen.!
It is the quite longing in the heart of a man, to dwell in peace with the woman who bore him
To know her not only as a mother but as a sanctuary
There is a sacredness to her voice when it finds you in the middle of a weary week
Calling not for news but to remind you that you are remembered in her prayers, that heaven hears your name because she has whispered it there, and if fortune has smiled upon you, still you are counted among those who receive gifts
From the soil, bananas ripe with sun, avocadoes softened by rain arrowroot pulled from the earth with care, you know that these are not mere offsprings of food, they are sacraments the breath of the village travels with them
In every bite, the wings once passed through childhood trees returned to your lungs, you chew slowly knowing your mother is a fortress of 'GRACE' quietly standing watching over the life she once carried.
Sunday, I take out a bowl.
Monday, a spoon.
Tuesday, open a box of Cheerios,
Pour a few in.
Wednesday, the milk.
Thursday, I spoon some in and chew.
Friday, wash the bowl and the spoon.
Saturday, put the bowl back on the shelf,
The spoon in the drawer.
Sunday, I take out a bowl.
Principles don’t discriminate against age,
biggest is not always the wisest choice
- personal biases
In about a week, I'm gonna go see my maker,
an old Italian guy, who left me with my present caretaker.
I need to go see him about my nose,
because the damn thing just grows and grows.
My caretaker says it's because I lie,
but I don't know how seriously to take her.
Sunday's for planning
Monday's for working
Tuesday's for getting stuff done
Wednesday's to check the cheklist
Thursday's for follow through
Friday's for catching up, and
Saturday's for much deserved fun
AP: 2nd place 2025
And so it goes, these seven days
Waking up as my music plays,
A new beginning, one of many
A place to start, as good as any
The second day is rarely bad …
Enjoying whatever weather we'd had,
While checking the mail for a letter
Taking a breath and feeling better
Quietly, in comes the third …
With a silence that is rarely heard,
Turning off the screen I see
To read and write some poetry
On day four, the sun drifts slowly by
Always into the western sky …
Passed the middle of the hill
With a way and it's own will
Folly and fun fills day five
With simple things to feel alive,
As shadows move down my street
Finding me in a reclining seat
Now I lay me down to sleep
Snuggled in my bed so deep,
Tired after day number six
All in all, an eclectic mix
I find myself in a dreamy heaven
When it comes down to day seven,
Nothing extraordinary, nothing unique
And so it goes … another week.
Busy Monday
Energy rise
Start for work.
Tuesday, Wednesday
A bit too tired
Need exercise.
Thursday, Friday
Gas up, refuel
Recharge once more.
Run Saturday
Mall afternoon
Sunday's all mass.
So yall, an email was sent out asking, “What did you do last week?”
Me, I did the same thing I do every week and every day.
Worship God
Praise God
Trust God
Pray to God
Thank God
You’re the whisper of peace in the air
A sigh of the earth, no burdens to bear
Wrapped in the warmth of soft, golden light
A moment suspended, holding the night
The sky paints its hues
Brushed with shades of blue
Today feels like purpose
Drawing me to you
For you are the stillness that breathes
A hush of grace where the heart believes
So here I stand, grounded and whole
In the embrace of Sunday, the healer of souls
Some years ago a great man was born this week
He was my beautiful son
He had such a big heart that is hard to describe
I saw in his short life grow into a great man
And he always had a lot of great fans
It was a great privilege to watch him grow in front of my eyes
Another year has passed since you are gone
I guess I will never find out how you turn out
I'm just sitting here writing another sad poem
On this blank piece of paper
I know you are up in heaven
Writing your own continuing story
Most of your book will be about laugh and sadness
As another birthday draws near for both of us
I want to send you all my love
And I hope this birthday you will be near us where you belong
So have a happy birthday
Because you always deserve the best
You are not just someone
You will always be my son
From my depressed and sad heart
I hope your birthday will be great
And if you can please send some of that love back to us
Love you always Dad
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