Uptown girl living the dream
She gets dolled up on saturday night
anticipating date all week long
Wordku: 5-7-5 words
AP: Honorable Mention 2025
Perfect Woman
Conductress. Hatvan-Somoskoujfalu trainline in Hungary
I often travel on this line. Beautiful view from the window
Amazing, this land. This is my heart. Magnificent, lovely villages
Loving to come here. Heavenly destination. It’s my land
Hmm. Home. Good to feel this air. Feeling. Only one. Exists here
Frozen time. Always the same. Past, present. One. Here. I am.
A lady. On the train. I saw her many times. Beautiful. Conductress
Hmm. Smiling always. Hmm. I love her. She is perfect. A perfect. Woman.
Mature. Nice apple. Fruit. Hmm. I can’t taste. She has family
I love her
I respect her
Hmm
I get off
At my station
Not beauty’s flame that soon will fade,
Nor jewels bright, nor silks arrayed,
But gentle speech that soothes the day,
And steadfast truth that will not stray.
He seeks a heart both calm and kind,
A loyal hand his own to bind,
A quiet strength, a tender ear,
A faithful soul that holds him near.
Not fleeting charm nor fleeting praise,
But love that lights the darkest ways,
A patient hope, a watchful prayer,
A presence constant, always there.
Thus finds he treasure, tried and true,
Not gold nor pearl, but spirit too,
A crown of grace, a guiding star—
Such is the woman loved afar.
On a train
Heard man splain
Female brain
Such a strain
Long refrain
Total pain
Real cross grain
Just a stain
Up stood Jane
Made it plain
Straight explain
To contain
His campaign
In wrong vein
Not his lane
Just insane
Yesterday, her words were stolen,
carried off by a world that would not see.
No ear to listen,
no place her voice could root,
a voice borrowed by shadows.
They took her courage,
the freedom to move unafraid,
to let her voice soar.
She spoke.
The world twisted her words
laughter shattering over her
like shards of glass.
She learned to watch their eyes,
to shield herself from sharpness,
from the ever-turning circle of judgment.
So she poured her truth into her pen…
it alone could carry it.
No hand could seize it;
her pen held her truth,
where reality breathed.
She is imperfect, simply a woman.
Yet she pardons those who hurt her,
and cherishes those who stayed,
however briefly.
Time passed and her pen became her fire
not simply refuge but a clarion call
rising bold unafraid completely hers.
Her words live on, unbound, indestructible…
bright as sunlight breaking glass.
She feels like standing in a room full of water.
Chasing bigger dreams like her windows can`t open any wider.
Failer comes when her winds blow in that quarter.
When she`s afraid of her purpose,
Success becomes the tallest order.
So she can`t imagine why we`d wish each other the same slaughter.
The knife of doubt invades passion like it has no border,
Suppose it is worse when you are the only daughter.
Injustice For All
a slap on the wrist
unaccountable justice?
Acosta Epstein...
countless of women are pissed
a signed sketch denier's been seen
I’ve been playing for years,
well aware of your fears,
most don’t make it, that’s clear,
but they say we’ve cracked the top ten;
a struggle it’s become,
but it always was one,
finally, it seems done,
downloads paying off dividends.
Hang on, hang on,
babe we’re almost there,
hang on, hang on,
we’ll get there.
So close to it
you better prepare,
hang on, hang on,
it’s right there!
Take a chance on my dream,
not a sure thing, it seemed,
of the crop I’m not the cream,
spent so many ate nights away.
I know you could have left,
parents said that was best,
maybe we passed the test,
we’re coming on a good payday!
Hang on, hang on,
babe we’re almost there,
hang on, hang on,
we’ll get there.
So close to it
you better prepare,
hang on, hang on,
it’s right there!
All that went wrong,
we’ve been waiting for so long,
all my mistakes,
challenges along the way.
all of this risk,
making sure I earned this,
breakthrough, at last,
no more days of living fast!
Hang on, hang on,
babe we’re almost there,
hang on, hang on,
we’ll get there.
So close to it
you better prepare,
hang on, hang on,
it’s right there!
The English woman
There is an English woman who comes
to our flat twice a week to do housework
She has fallen on hard times, not for me to ask
She has five cats, and I think a man left her
She is publishing a book on Kindle when
I ask if it is about sweet kittens, and she laughs
My innocence tells me it is about love
She likes coming here, because she is not
overburdened with dirty dishes, my wife
seen to it that I do the cleaning and empty
the bins
She has lived a long time in Portugal, my
wife and her sit in the kitchen talking
Woman be safe, and put your health before your need for wealth.
Wealth is good, and money is a need, but health and safety are the first and most important thing you need to live.
Woman please be safe, and use all the care for yourself, love yourself and don’t be in a rush.
Take time in your life, to build your life, making every decision that will help you get to all your goals in life.
No need to rush, or make a hasty choice, love and care are the things you need most in life.
Woman, please stay safe, use your time wisely, don’t let anyone rush you into a choice, stay aware and take care of yourself.
Lifting prayers to God, today and always.
Let my prayer be prepared,
Like angel dust,
And blaze up into heaven,
As a chariot;
So, laud an audience with God,
Who is above;
For she’s the one I want,
In my heart O’ love;
Like a Smith and Wesson:
Weaponry,
What comes shooting out,
Every word of me:
Endowed with a round,
Butt, and balcony,
She harkens to hotness:
Her Summer eave,
Is a chocolate, dipped, dark as
A forest green,
Canopy –
I'm not a Lady Chatterley's lover.
I'm not her gamekeeper, I just dream of her.
I've been ensnared by her outward charm,
and though I know it will cause great harm,
I intend to read her, cover to cover.
Herein lay the words,
That geyser burst in:
She’s a happening tapestry,
Well-versed in,
Person; As an aurum recipe,
And fly like a dart: trajectory;
Heaven, I declare exactly,
Her sexy lexicon: olfactory –
her face is a quilt
ridges wrinkles and age spots
seasoned warrior
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