whimsical haunted house was created with children in mind
they promote unity, peace, hope, love, everything kind
they have witches and black cats, ghosts and gremlins too
but all these creatures want to do is sing lullabies to you
they serve you cider, pumpkin cakes, apple pies and such
I love being there, they have a warm, friendly, happy touch
this haunted house is not like any other on the block
They never turn you away, the door does not have a lock
Bright white light ~ sprite in the night
AP: Honorable Mention 2026
Friends of fireflies and damselflies,
Ageless and graceful as ballerinas,
Ethereal and dainty as hummingbirds,
Raindrops and dew only make them glitter.
Infinitely more beautiful in their pristine element,
Exuberance is what faeries exude.
Daffodils guard where pixies sleep at night.
Utopia revealed once the sun rises ceremoniously
Seducing with generous sprinkling of faerie dust
Transient tableau… today tonight tomorrow.
AP: 2nd place 2026
Whimsical Symphony
Orchestra enriched
Instrumental sinfonia
Phenomenal performance
Sounds that moves the crowd
Sculptured to perfection
Many years of practice
Disciplaned talent
Rivers torrent beyond therapeutic
Stillness nightly and calm
Beautiful melody
Rendered serenity
Drum bass ending
Golden stage over powering
Dressed in black
Breath taking
A spectacular moment mid-night evening
Serene piano hues
In awe with a standing ovation overview
Why is it when I’m fighting sleep
Whimsical white words come to me
Could it be that I’m cherry confused
Blaming myself when it’s my muse
"I, submissive to nature's whispers, see all chaos disappear
into a calmness in quiet stillness and healing solitude pleasures." Quote by poet
The whimsical obscure winter touch
has softened; its cool breath lingers.
Its effortless embrace is fresh and welcoming.
The calming music and refined wind chimes
are performing together away disorder.
Nature's live oak leaves waltz freely,
and flowers accompany ardently
with a dance, bobbing their perfection.
My ears pick up every echo.
The whiff of the surroundings brings clarity,
joy, and peace, bringing comfort and making
my soul very drowsy. I dangle my thoughts
from my life to live in the moment
of now in a dream with a smile.
The wind sings in blissful trees,
as sweet birds joyfully talk;
we stand caressed by breezes,
and buds bloom pink as we walk.
I am lost in time as hungry lips kiss,
and we fall in a magical abyss;
love washes over us like sweet honey,
and where we embrace is bright and sunny.
You begin to hold me tight in your arms,
your whispers filling me with fear;
was fooled by your fake charms.
You are dead dear_
Blood !
The harvest moon rises, the old bullfrog croaks
And a cricket crescendo takes wing
And how the wind howls through the old broken oak
In a feeble attempt to sing
When autumn arrives, or when autumn leaves
When all seems to be as it should
Those soft-spoken memories are heavy this eve
As we wander off into the woulds
Let us stroll through the slanted gold sunlight
And over that mossy stone wall
But what if we find there is no other side
And what if we fall through the fall?
When it’s October, or when it’s Oct-over
When it seems we’ve done all that we could
November remembers the stories we told her
When we wandered off into the woulds.
whimsical gnome created colorful flowers as she walked
Her expressions were a delight, but she hardly ever talked
We watched her walk from limb to limb, blooms following her feet
The vines of florals she left were truthfully breathtaking and sweet.
Powdered doughnuts, screaming children,
Noisy autos and a silly red hen,
All the things everywhere, that, this, and then.
A week or a day, a minute, and an hour,
Everything all the time, candy that is sour.
The moon and stars and universe too,
All things everywhere, everything for you.
Big trucks, toy cars, tall buildings in our view,
Twilight, baseball, even morning dew.
Mountain tops, puppy dogs, yummy ice cream floats,
Bicycles, lollipops, Cutesy-colored post-it notes,
All things everywhere, everything I want for you.
A palm, I said on Sunday
As I stood upon my bed
Looking in a window
At the outside overhead
I saw a smear of moonbeam
That screamed out yesterday
Then watched the shallow sun arise
While bright stars fade away
I whispered to a waning willow
Weeping on the street
Why so sad, my troubled tree
What dream has caused you grief
The willow said that sun does blind
Those shadows all deceive
Black earth is damp upon my feet
No longer I believe
So, trash the vexing memories, said I
Let the past rewrite each lie
Turn that icy barb of fate
From sorrow - now don’t cry
Written 08.23.2025
Had a rather shadowy pitch,
she stirred her bubbling pot,
and caused more trouble than you thought!
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When grief calls and pain descends,
the primary goal becomes survival,
but once the dark cloud of loss starts to
lift, it is hard to find joy in the same places
that joy was present before, so now joy
is often brought by moments of whimsy
The sun is high in the summer sky
And no clouds to be seen
The grass is high neath the summer sky
And growing tall and green
The mower starts with growling roar
And cuts through swaths of fescue
This mowing proves a sweaty chore
And soon I beg for rescue
My lawn’s expanse appears to grow
The longer that I labor
Seems to expand as I cut each row
The mower becomes my sabre
And I a true knight dueling a foe
Who laughs at my every advance
He stands unyielding before each blow
And about the green our martial dance
With never a sign of surrender
The fight goes on between us two
Which shall prove to be the pretender
Victory comes with the aim that’s true
And at last my foe lies low
Beneath the heel of the victor
Yet even now it grows
Who shall win next Saturday?
Sadly there is no predictor
Whimsical witch has a wonderful wardrobe, said Wee.
Wee was a warlock with a wavering eye for winsome finery
We noticed her gown was enchanted with elm leaves and such
That flowed around as she walked, she had such a magical touch.
She was followed by moths and butterflies adding to her gown.
Whimsical witch as a designer, was the loveliest creator in town.
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