6 People killed in one weekend
Just like that their lives end
The gangs laugh all the way
They will never stay out of your way
The gangs are fierce and unscrupulous
To kill someone is for them a plus
It is in the gang’s territory
You will only become a memory
The gangs rob, rape, and kill
For the families it’s like a bitter pill
The gangs get order to kill at will
Or the boss will order on them a kill
The bosses’ rules with an iron fist
You disobey them you on the death list
If the gangs have financially lost
It will be your life and cost
That’s why the gang kills people without blinking
They do not want to be the ones sinking
The boss sees this
To him it’s bliss.
Killing as many people as it takes
These are very high stakes
The gangs do what is takes
In this case it was killing that it takes
A temporary resident
A place to lay their head
A quiet and peaceful moment
As words are being said.
Nights of darkness
The glowing of some lights
From night to daylight
Early morning rise, to a site.
On the road again
To make the best
On the road again
Faith, with being Blessed.
you're laying back and toking
is that a funny cigarette you're smoking?
~ looking suspiciously calm and mellow
Wordku: 5-7-5 words
AP: 3rd place 2025
When it is the long weekend for the fireworks
The fireworks begins when the sky is darken
Some people gather in parks to watch fireworks
Others just watch fireworks from their homes
It last till the early morn
When people try to sleep
Noise on pets
They are scared
Whining
Scared
The day I dread most
Silences fun five whole days~
Wake too soon, return too late;
Hours drag on like stones.
Alarm bells bury silence
Till weekends return with sparks.
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Contest: SHOW ME A CHOKA
Sponsor: Nette Onclaud
Poem date: June 6th, 2025
Contest Judged: June 10th, 2025 6:04:00 PM
Placement: Third
Monday go away,
I do not want to hear you.
Let me sleep in peace today,
it is not your day.
Hear me-Not On A Monday,
I need a three day weekend.
giggles and guffaws
oh my - friday already -
a soothing power
What a marvelous feeling
Turn on the dance switch
- still a flower in the bud
The spare battery is charged
when Friday comes
I guess you are able
to keep up with my pace
Spinning and twirling
Cut loose,
in boogie, shag or belly dance
- the moon and the stars
will shine all night
- no time to sleep
Miss Friday,
is desperate to avoid being forgotten
She is a caring and kindhearted woman
If someone asks her age,
she will answer with a lie (of course)
It is not a crime to tell white lies
To turn one feather into five hens is to exaggerate
- a trifle into a big deal
Never pluck feathers
We all feel that the weekend is too short
time flies as a arrow
She will enrich your day with humor
never doubt that it will please you
There will be no performance
Dance your way, let worries fade away
Life will be boring without her ...
admit it
Principles don’t discriminate against age,
biggest is not always the wisest choice
- personal biases
An F-word I value ... FRIDAY
- might feel insignificant
No satisfactory scientific explanation
on exactly why
The brains best guess -
is influenced by several factors
working together
Prefer the glass half full, perspective
Deep in the heart of a weekend
No plans, no promise, no pizazz
A feeling as if I were robbed of something
My youth, to be precise
When Saturday night and Sunday found me out and about
Ah, but what’s the point of comparing fragrance and fragility
I’m happy with my life of sitting and writing and waiting
Waiting for my disabilities to return to abilities
recover assets, ditch liabilities
bubbling happiness
ordinary friday night -
not changing habits
design square or round
enjoy every temptation ~
pyjamas comfort
It always rains on Friday
Its off to the Care Home
with wafer thin biscuits
for delicate teeth
and a bag of cheese and onions
At the corner shop
some commonal drinkers
start early
2 cans of extra Strong
Born and raised for Les Weekend
like shooting arrows in the park
Versions of redemption
keeping busier than yesterday
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