Dice black and white
Not looking for a fight
Lucky hands, grip tight
Wanting a winning sight
Put pair into flight
Fist raised, power, and might
Snake eyes say good night
Tonight in Uttardangapara, I have no space,
Four shadows in one house, but one name still glows.
They took the floor, but not the beat,
I am Koyel Mandal — brand, not broken
Then glow never dim
Brand never fade.
Uttardangapara, Dhupguri, Jalpaiguri
3rd Year English Honours, Dhupguri Girls' College
Shake the hand,
of your failures,
they might be,
somehow
telling you
something
hug and kiss,
your triumphs,
the ones with,
oomph they,
told you
do something
Spain won the world cup yesterday, one to nil - but it was never close. Spain spent 70% of the game in Argentina’s backfield - pressuring.
Spain had nine respectable shots at a goal - scored one with another called back. Argentina had one shot that almost went in. I know losing when I see it - Argentina winning would have been a fluke.
Speaking of losing - Madonna at halftime.
A critic wrote that, "Madonna has come to represent America’s fear of aging."
Yeah, aging has never looked less appealing.
I may take up smoking.
I know, she recently had a single hit #1 on the Billboard charts.
Back when the Beatles were cranking out 24 #ones in a row, you had to sell a million records a week to crack the top ten, and 1.3 to 1.5 million a week to stand a chance at a #1. Today (with streaming) you can get a #1 with a 7th of that number.
I love early Madonna - but I know creepy when I see it.
Who’s older, Madonna or Trump?
Whatever, both are too old for their jobs.
.
.
A song for this:
Vogue by Madonna
Cruel and Pretty by Over the Rhine
Writing generates
much self-satisfaction
especially when artfully done
Still we look for validation
Seeking recognition
From sources outside
Gold silver or bronze
Winning is that pat on the back
Somebody is listening and gets you
AP: Honorable Mention 2026
I guess she grew the largest cucumber we’ve ever seen in this state.
Hurry up and dress, we do not want to be one second late
My granddaughter has a growing thumb that goes beyond green
the super-duper cucumber she grew was a monster machine!
The mayor came out, and the prissy governor was there
I did not get near her, it simply was not quite fair
I am her grandma I yelled to the news station
Thinking I might be interviewed for the occasion
No one cared about me, an old woman, invisible now
They were all over my granddaughter who took a bow
The cucumber was grinning wide, somewhat becoming
I guess he did not know that being pickled would soon be forthcoming
Its winning
The darkness is winning
My defenses are down
My rear flank destroyed
The guards are dead
I am losing
There is no strategy left
My generals have been defeated
My lieutenants have been captured
My captains are dead
Its winning
The shadows have invaded
there is nowhere to run
nowhere to hide
I am losing this war
I am going to surrender
there is nothing left for me to do
I've lost this war
BUT WE WON THIS WAR
TRUMP CONTINUES TO IMPLORE
WE ALL KNOW THE SCORE
Cash Man played the field
Love to wheel
And deal
Until one day
There was no pay
Cash Man did not know what to say
Felt very alone
Picked up the phone
Heard the dial tone
Decided to go back to school
Swam in the alumni betting pool
Won the spreads
No longer in debt
Returned to flapping
And tapping
Dancing around, something always happening
Choregraphing afternoon delights
Providing entertainment rights
Especially when Cash Man is there
Playing fair
Well versed in gaming numbers
Cool as a cucumber
Cannot be stopped
Ascending towards the top
Not thinking bubble could pop
And if it does
We all knew who he was
Cash Man who played the field
Loving the wheel
And deal
Blacksmiths make a horse's shoes.
That's certainly not news,
but who do you suppose
made the horse's nose...
so far out of proportion,
a preposterous distortion?
A partner in man's affairs
As lively involved in
Hangs out for each sail's appeal
To invigorate it
No happier is the wind
To be so recognized.
At least by the winning yacht!
Others did such omit!
Good morning, my love, my heart’s sweetest song,
I’m still smiling from that night, you won all along.
Watching you skate beneath those lights so bright,
You were pure magic, my love, my knight.
The rink was cold, but my heart was warm,
Seeing you conquer, calm in the storm.
Every stride, every goal, every spark in your eyes—
You took my breath beneath those skies.
I wish I could wake beside you today,
Trace the dreams your victory made.
Kiss your tired hands, your steady heart,
And whisper how proud I am, my shining star.
You’re more than a win, more than the game,
You’re my forever, my favorite flame.
So good morning, my love—rest, and know
You shine brighter than any ice could glow.
Joy comes in bitesize moments
hearts overflowing with gratitude are a blessing
~ the simplest recipe for happiness
Wordku: 5-7-5 words
AP: Honorable Mention 2025
True story..... I won a thousand dollars on a scratch-off, it
probably cost me two thousand over time , now that's a sin !
I went down to the grocery
I needed to buy some greens
I thought I'll put a dollar
In that new Lotto machine
I know that gambling
Could be a source of sinning
But couldn't resist the possibility
Of winning
chorus
Hip Hip Hooray, What a great day
I Won a thousand by pure luck
But after the bills, And a few cheap thrills
I'm in the hole
ten bucks
I know that gambling
Could be a source of sinning
But couldn't resist the possibility
Of winning
chorus
Hip Hip Hooray, What a great day
I Won a thousand by pure luck
But after the bills, And a few cheap thrills
I'm in the hole
ten bucks
J-ust
O-btain
V-ictory
I-n
R-ace,
E-xerting
Y-our
E-ffort
S-uccessfully.
©bfa050225
Monocrostic (Birthday of Bro. Jovi Reyes)
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