When the darkness of night is no more and the sunlight of a new day comes knocking on your door
Rubbing your eyes, giving a big yawn, lay in bed listening to the birds’ chorus of dawn
Are you thinking to yourself, “I will get up in an hour”, or do you jump out of bed and head straight for the shower
Warm in your pyjamas, bed socks on your feet, wrapped up in your quilt to keep in the heat
The house is all quiet; not a sound from the kids, not a peep
Slowly your eyes close and you fall back to sleep
You jump up from your slumber with a stretch; you are awake
But you have slept for too long. What a mistake.
You did not the alarm clock ringing. Oh, what a fool You are late for work and the children are late for school
Rushing out the door without doing your hair and your skirt tucked into your underwear
You are late for work, so an apology message to the boss you send
The reply that you got back is that we don’t work at the weekend
Sometimes weekends are the hardest
because I have time to think
and run errands and often go places
that I went with my boy
and it stands out to me he is no longer here
which is often followed by tears
Tears are not bad,
they are part of the healing process
but being a bundle of emotions is exhausting
and it is hard to get things accomplished
when the tears take over
But weekends are sometimes restless instead of restful
Nothing is the same since my son died
I have changed, my life has changed,
my job has changed, everything is different
yet, still the same in the hard ways
Thankfully, I have a tribe that helps when I
need them, and the flow of words help
Sometimes I wonder if life will get easier as
time marches on, and some days are easier
but there are still a lot of struggle days
I am hoping that those will get fewer and farther
between, but I think that life will always be hard
but maybe it will get easier to handle
You want me to what?
AP: Honorable Mention 2026
I was seeking release
Friday nights after class
a quiet drive downtown
never knowing what I’d find.
Music I sought.
I’d driven the street
many times before
but each time was new
as night descended on me.
I was young.
Each waitress met
as if a love or a friend
while I was waiting
for the band to play.
Music I sought.
The blues that played
spoke to every part of me—
I took every note in.
I learned to sing and dance.
I was young.
Away from classrooms
I lived another life
passion found
I learned to live.
Whimsical wishes for springtime fun
Eager to tan my skin in the yellow sun
Emerald kite bounces beneath blue sky
Kissing white clouds as red birds fly by
Elegant art of painters poets photographers
Nuanced views in pretty pictures and words
Dancing on pupils and in every ear heard
thanks God! it's Friday!
have a wonderful weekend!
to all of you dears.
Being bad when we should be good
grew up as kids playing childish games
running round the neighbourhood
calling each other silly names
having fun in my beat up car
went out as teens dating weekend nights
driving down the boulevards
looking at the bright city lights
must have been blind and didn't know
who it was I was looking for
'til I went all around the whole wide world
to find you the girl next door
way back when
we were the best of friends
and now
childhood sweethearts is what we are
after all we've come so far
childhood sweethearts mi amor
together now and for ever more
Night Channels
It was a Friday on The Hill
a place where I could forget
classes and even classmates.
darkness possessed
I drank and played table games
Talked with a mechanic
And a lady friend. I dated her once.
music played
Bells of pinball machines rang
and conversations filled the room
to the touch of whiskey and gin.
new life found
A man in a Civil War uniform
danced in the middle of the street
while others walked bar-to-bar.
in conversation
A second self I embraced
my texts closed for a moment
while I learned the art of living.
celebration
When I sat in my car
the radio played a call-in show
of a rock station in Chicago.
city lights like stars
“Valentine’s weekend,” is performing well in 2026’s attention economy.
I know I like the sound of it - it sounds industrial-strength hopeful.
Romance has always been packed with impulse and desire,
but today’s lovers aren’t just flirting with emotional destruction,
they’re literally kissing it on the lips - those digital images are hard to erase.
Surfing the lonely Internet,
in that boiling AI firmament,
are the ashes of emotional content.
Luckily, on that ever vibrating web,
every now-meaningless moment,
competes with the last.
Me, I have a straight-up brag this valentines weekend.
I have a guy who, out of nowhere on a Sunday,
texts me his undying love.
Winner winner frozen dinner!!
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A song for this:
I Fall In Love Too Easily by Chet Baker
BIRDS OF A FEATHER by Billie Eilish
Monday ~ it is off to work I must go.
Tuesday ~ the best night for TV watching.
Wednesday ~ tonight eating left overs from the weekend.
Thursday ~ I am almost to the end of the week.
Friday ~ I lived through another week, Hooray!!!
Saturday ~ it is a busy day washing and cleaning.
Sunday ~ a day for my Lord and me to talk.
Where did the time go???
You look out of sorts.
What's got you hot and bothered today?
Cheer up, it's friday afternoon !
Wordku: 5-7-5 words
AP: 3rd place 2026
A Nice Day
Nice day, this Saturday
First of the weekend
Families’ day
Lover’s say
So lonely
Only for
Me
But
Saturday
Thanks God! It is Friday! Have a very great wonderful sweet weekend!
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.
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