Where is the sun hiding
I’m in dire need of a recharge
~ soak in its vital energy
Wordku: 5-7-5 words
AP: Honorable Mention 2025
When the wind chimes high
when the wind chimes low
through the links
in his kilt he'll go
all the lassies say hello
Donald where's your troosers?
A slimy heel slippery eel
tho' no feared he'd take the fall(s)
he lost his breeks on the course
where caddies dropped (all) his ball(s)
With apologies to Andy Stewart (1933 – 1993)
I hate my low moments.
Those moments when I try not to but my eyes find your name and my finger dial your number
These days it never goes through anymore
All I hear is a beep then a silence I will never fill with words
I dont want you to pick up.
I dont want your voice to warm up my heart again.
It grows so cold in the silence thereafter
Against my better judgement I keep dialing.
Hoping you'll pick up yet praying that you wont.
I really hope you dont use the kind of phone that stores calls that didnt get through
I dont know how I'll explain what business my fingers have dialing your number
What business my heart has wanting to hear your voice.
I have to admit, mindless hope is one of my bad habits
And you...are just another
- All My Bad Habits
Not quite on hold
but holding on for sure
Cyclical unfolding
that we both endure
Over the horizon
uncertainty at best
Each day a fresh arising
by which we are blessed
Orbiting ever lower
‘gainst gravity’s harsh pull
Only tugs the mortal coil;
free, our hearts are full
The swallows fly too low
The rain is soon to fall
This time, when time goes slow
I’m waiting for your call
And I can wait as long
As my days will come and go
And I don’t think it’s wrong
Though maybe I don’t know
Which fairytale to read
What character to choose
I’m blooming from a seed
You watered with your hose
Don’t take me as a weed
Don’t plough me out of here
Look at the bumblebees I feed
I hope you like them, dear…
L-essons
I-n
L-ife
I-nk
B-ooks,
E-difying
T-he
H-elpless
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Monocrostic (Birthday of Lilibeth T. Di Venosa)
I don't understand it
And I never understood it
How vehement disdain can beat in the chest
And how vitriol can dance in the mind with unrest
The cold, blank stares that quickly turn to a fake smile when I turn and our eyes meet
Too late, that crooked smile can't disguise the dark, desolate eyes that bitterly speak
Yes. They speak to me in ways I can no longer ignore
Their frigidity penetrates my warm heart; my heart feels, so it knows how they abhor
Why? But how could this be the reality?
When I thought we were loving friends and family
Fantasy, what a painful fantasy to live
And all because love is what I wanted to receive and give
I never understood it
And never will I understand it
"A man's pride shall bring him low: but honour shall uphold the humble in spirit." Proverbs 29:23 of the King James Bible
Aspiring for achievement glow
That vanquishes painful defeat’s shadow
Arrogance stands at loftiness gate for a show
While selfishness glitters midst jewel of hypocrite’s woe…
Oh, proud human nature, needs heaven blow
To mutter need for divine blessing flow
And be triumphant, staying low.
March 21, 2025
2nd place, "Write Seven Beautiful Lines With A Twist" Poetry Writing Contest Sponsored by Constance La France; judged on 3/23/2025
Perhaps I have descended so low, already sinking my nails into the bottom of the abyss,
While my fangs point towards the distant sky, bathed in moonlight,
Perhaps I have lied, hidden things and left them behind on the stars,
And perhaps I only told you what you wanted to hear, a story to lose yourself in.
But I know that this is better than lying to my own being,
To hide from the truths that haunt me in the silence of the night,
For in the lies told to others, I find a temporary refuge,
But the lies told to myself bury me even deeper.
There, in the depths where the moon cannot reach,
Remain the unspoken dreams, the unwritten words,
Like jewels hidden in the dark corners of the mind,
Waiting for the light of sincerity to reveal their shine.
Perhaps the path to truth is dark and full of thorns,
But it is purer than living in a world of illusions,
For between the silence of lies and the voice of truth,
I choose my fangs turned towards the sky, seeking unseen light.
Does your world hang low?
Does your humour ebb and flow?
Do you feel like you’re a flop
And you’re drowning down below?
Are your moods like running water
Won’t stay stable when they oughta?
Does your world – hang – low?
Is your life a drag?
Do you feel like a rag?
Does it seem as though you’re flound’ring
Through impenetrable slag?
Is the whole thing never right?
Not worth keeping up the fight?
Is your life – a – drag?
Do you hide your face?
Do you feel a disgrace?
Are you constantly avoiding
Being with the human race?
Has your life degenerated?
And your world disintegrated?
Do you hide – your – face?
Are you fighting back?
Are you taking up the slack?
Will you give in and surrender
Or go back on the attack?
Tell the world it hasn’t mastered
THIS unconquerable bastard!
NOW you’re fight – ing – back!
Bumper to bumper
As we race in convoy
I and my brothers
Double trafficator
The lights we give
We all riding on luxurious cars.
Racing to a nigga birthday
We're on the highway
Doing things in our own ways
Drip on drip, outfits very outstanding
A lot of cash available to spend
We're all living life on a low.
God has been faithful
Never seize giving
Even when we're misliving
Steadily, always coming through
When we're at our lowest
So we can never lose, we're not boosting
It's we, but on God our Father in heaven.
A Synogogue in flames, and the hate..Whats all this in
Australia mates? Live and let flourish is what I know
The older generations taught me so.' Strong work
Ethics; and time for your brother, not this 'clockwork destructive'
Well..? That belongs to others.!! The jackboot crowd clad
In hugo boss, facades of order, thin veneer some gloss..
No doubt self-haters.) Devoid of love; acting with satan the
Hand in their glove..Yet things can be turned.' Things can
Be better, follow the spirit of Love, not the dark rules letter
You were told 2020 (and not my me!) there is no law just
Made up rules you see.!! Those born of the spirit, can break
All chains' in Christ is freedom ( its real simple and plain.)
Sisters and brothers if you wish 'truly to live' step away from all fear, reach for the stars now, His greater gifts are so near.!
something black and low to the ground slinked out of the woods today
I barely caught glimpses of it because it slid from bush to bush
was it a miniature puma? a tiny ebony black-beauty-like horse?
A tailless skunk? Was it a furry entity from another planet?
I imagined all sorts of things because it was gone quickly.
All day I would come up with another idea about it.
Was it an intelligent head of the headless horseman?
A head that had somehow learned to slink on its own?
In many ways, I hope that it will never return
Because it has given my mind lots of things to think about
New ideas I would have never had without the joy of not knowing
some of my best poems come out of one little event
I’ve come to the end
I’ve come to the end
I’m sorry to say,
I’m not strong enough
To fight through every day.
You may think me selfish
That I don’t give a damn,
I tried really hard
To be not who I am.
The pain- too intense
A plan was made,
To relieve myself
And stop this facade.
I’m sorry my will
Was not strong enough,
The tears I held back
Caused this mental flood.
The pain too intense now
I can no longer cope,
The thoughts of my family
No longer give me hope.
I’m sorry to do this
And cause you this pain
I’m most sorry to my son,
Who I won’t see again.
I had no one left
No one reached out to me,
I was too scared to ask
And too scared what they would see
If you know someone is suffering
Reach out and show you care,
Because there may be a time
They are no longer there.
In the early morning hours
I come to meet the Lord.
Yearning for a touch,
I press my face upon the floor.
I confess my sins and faults,
I weep and break before Him.
He takes my great contrition,
And a wondrous grace flows in.
I find no greater entrance
To the Father’s throne of grace
Then when I come and bow so low,
I am stretched out, on my face.
He knows true repentance,
Whether real or feigned.
He yearns for earnest prayers
Where blessings start to reign.
Be laid out before the Lord
And He will surely take His cup
And pour upon you blessed hope
That will revive and fill you up.
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