The silent letters were not happy.
They wanted someone to notice what they did.
The k from knife walked in first,
but his arrival slipped past their eyes.
The w from write brought a pen.
The g from gnome brought tea.
The b from doubt raised his hand and asked - “Does anybody notice me?”
They shared their little troubles,
and joked about being ignored.
They lived inside familiar words,
but stayed quiet all along.
Then an oxymoron walked in
with a strange expression of his own.
“I’m an honest liar,” he said,
“I’ve been this way awhile.”
“I’m a pretty ugly genius
they told me so.
I’m seriously funny,
with my own confusing style.”
The letters shared a silent joke.
The visitor laughed along.
It was a gathering with no noise at all,
where the quiet letters finally got noticed.
Silent Letters and Oxymorons
Contest Judged: 9/2/2026 12:00:00 AM
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(1st Place)
Wisdom alone, or foolish together?
A simple blunder, setting the tone.
Where is the sun in the night sky?
Where is the flower in the dark?
Take a walk with me and bloom and grow—
It is meant to be.
SUNNY INTERVALS-:-
filtering
illumination
occurrence
sunbeams
aureate
into INTERMITTENT BRIGHT SPELLS
cast
atmosphere
piercings
periodical
meteorology
of SUNBURSTING PEEKABOO’S
momentarily
komorebi
inexorability
brilliantly
suspended
IN GOD’S RAINING GLORY
Without falling rain,
Where in this world would we be
Without God’s waters?
Please God, wet our will’s power,
With your hydrating guidance:-
With wisdom’s wetness,
And sunshine enlightenment,
Let us stream onward:
Frothing inequality,
With hydrating equity:-
In rain glory,
Let us get up and going:
Love’s laboring waits:
With God navigating us,
Let’s wet life with equity:-
In injustice's soils,
Let’s plow and sow justice’s seeds:
Reaping its onement:-
May the fruits of our labors,
Ever flow justice’s juice:-
And indeed God, please
Allow falling snow to freeze
Heated oppression:-
Then, let it just melt away
And be evaporated:-
KUUMBA: TODAY’S CREATIVE KWANZAA FOCUS
Like the sunflower,
Let us stand in bright glory:
Shining ebon beins:-
Black and beautiful
Sunflowers of liberty,
Let’s reflect bright life:-
As ebon flowers,
Let’s bloom creative petals;
Scenting our onement:-
And as trees of life,
Let’s spread creative branches,
Barked in awareness:-
Oniape Fort. My dear, my beloved
Your voice is music to my ears
And your touch reaches into my very soul
When you sorrow I weep with bitter regret
When you are of good cheer I celebrate for all I know
So, with your beguiling song I am yours as sure as you are mine
For I know that I alone wield the keys to your heart
And thus together our loves does unite
My dear. My Oniape Fort.
When we present our love to the world
Our actions are in perfect harmony
Our heartstrings are tied as if one
Thrumming as to the rhythm of your melodious voice
And when the weather turns and you lose your hope
I right the wrongs and transform your sobs into song
My beloved. My Oniape Fort.
WE’RE NOT POWERLESS
We have the power
To overpower mongers;
Let’s out-power them:-
With powering faith and hope,
Let’s reflect empowerment!
A
an
ant
anthem
anthill
anthology
am
amoeba
amble
ambush
ambulance
am
A
Why does delusion seem to be the only reality I know?
Almost never catching myself when my mind starts to go
Is delusion my real reality though?
Snapping in & out of this dimension
Which I should mention,
Is beyond my comprehension of an
Intervention for redemption or reinvention
What's your intention?
My soul can't take anymore pain...
I don't get what you have to gain
From the hurt that I've attained & sustained
I don't think one single person
That I've met was entertained
With how I try to explain the
Change in my world & theirs
It's become mundane at the amount of sht that's become deranged since I've gone insane
...I've literally broken my brain
This vessel is no good anymore
Everything normal has become a chore
I can't endure trying to find a cure
for me being so immature and insecure
It's now part of my allure
I'll get out of this one day.....
eclipse
erase
shiver
deliver
gaze
& masticate
then bombard
the
pompous
viscous
lush
&
organic
tender
yet
cold
over
yonder
cries
bleak
in
consciousness
then
stopping
a
happening
that
abates
gently
then
e v ..
.. aper..
... ates
follow the poolside shadows
Venus of Delphi
daughter of bitter waves
peek through the peephole
of my glaucous thorax
open your byzantine eyes and
spurn your locomotor ataxia
one glance at our vitreous hands
– a sight for blind sore eyes
one brush of our riveted lips
– gone astray in malformations
one ponderous confession later
– immaterial as a shadow of the lash
let the weeping corpuscles lie
swarm and jostle in the grotto
rattle and blather away our days
I’ll wait for your recriminations
fall asunder under your touch
fastidious in my entomology
let the bouquet glide downstream
the scytheman is still in his kingdom
then we rejoice in endless daze
the lingering beaten with bravura
yesterday's dreams drop by,waving goodbye,lost in a sigh
a dishonest man steals identities - an honest man steels himself
free by a sacrifice - a sacrifice for free
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