tittering among the hollyhock blooms
two elfin men both named Mack
just seeing them chased away my glooms
I knew they always had my back
two elfin men both named Mack
my flowers sparkling fresh and pretty
I knew they always had my back
the joy they gave me kept me witty
my flowers sparkling fresh and pretty
my garden developed quite a lovely name
the joy they gave me kept me witty
visitors came, flowers their clear aim
my garden developed quite a lovely name
the roses, tulips, bleeding hearts and daffodils
visitors came, flowers their clear aim
the love they exuded gave me chills
the roses, tulips, bleeding hearts and daffodils
just seeing them chased away my glooms
the love they exuded gave me chills
tittering among the hollyhock blooms
Looking back at life lived through yesteryears,
when we dwelt in the now, engaged in play,
they were fun-filled days bereft of dark fears,
as rapture in our heart grew, day by day.
Fragrance of lilies and honeysuckle,
exuded from our aura a soft glow;
we were quick to forgive, prone to chuckle,
at the foibles of friends with us in tow.
When our ego surfaced, soul felt betrayed,
garden of our mind with thoughts polluted,
so we now regret why from love we strayed,
lost in lust, pulse of innocence muted.
God granted us free will, which we misused ~
Let’s be a child again with bliss suffused
Saying Goodbye to a Web of Deception**
When did it become so effortless for him to weave his lies? Was it after their first anniversary, when the glow of their love began to fade? He meticulously plotted his betrayals, crafted intricate plans, and willingly cheated, transforming himself into a mastermind of deceit. Meanwhile, she wore her mask of a devoted mother and loving wife, concealing her pain as she smiled for their children. In public, she exuded warmth, but behind the closed doors of their home, she was a prisoner of her sorrow, tears streaming down her face in the silence of the night.
Then, that fateful summer night arrived—a turning point. She reached her breaking point and declared, “No more, no more.” When did it become so easy for him to betray the trust they once shared? Now, the scorned wife finds herself on death row, an ironic smile gracing her lips, revealing a chilling absence of remorse.
When did it become so simple to bid farewell to the tangled web of lies that defined her life?
Dedicated to my dearest youngest sister,
Happy Birthday Lucy (May 31)
Age of novice years,
a glow of purity along
with a smile of innocence,
born with a tiny frame yet
exuded an ultimate
presence.
A light like no other,
tremendous capability,
but how so?
In a sky of darkness,
you are a tiny dot of
bright light surrounded
by ones of a larger
proportion that casts
a shadow over your
glow,
Yet you maintain
that simple overlooked
shine of yours as
it continues to grow.
Amongst the great
you become steadfast,
releasing
the wisdom gifted
to you.
A nightlight in
the shadows you
become, bringing
comfort,
a tiny dot,
the biggest heart,
The Youngest Light.
Lord knows the Devil
I encountered. Hidden
hypocrisy swayed naivety I
exuded. Smiling with grace but
crossing betrayal behind your
back while holding my hand with
the other. Delicate melodies of grace strumming
along inconspicuous quos while feeding
me with Eden’s fruit hung in God’s hand.
Mirages of desolated oases surrounded you,
A pity fool I became at your wits playing
me instead. Awakened clarity
in one bite-filled rage,
thank you bold face
snake. Now, I live
my life in
gratitude.
rebel dancer model with a dulcet voice
and penchant for theatrics
Brigitte took Paris by storm
the bombshell exuded more than beauty
she was a force to be reckoned with
AP: Honorable Mention 2025
He perforated her ideas with an axe
Alternative facts; alternative facts
She ignored his staunch idiocy
A union between them could never be
She was as open as he was closed and opposed
She exuded honesty, he usually looked stiff and posed
They will never get along, one of us said after another
Opposites sometimes do well, said our optimistic grandmother
A Conifer
A
Blue Spruce
Born from a cone
Green leaves shaped like needles
Inhale deep draughts carbon dioxide
Provide places for wrens and chickadees to hide
Sticky sap exuded from the bark leaves a fragrant scent
Cones fall to the ground, the seeds of the next generation
Brown branches support long strands of twinkling Christmas lights
Gnarled
Trunk
With
Bony
Fingers
Of
Roots
A constant breeze
from the hole of energy
her death carved out within me
and
Nine hundred and twenty-eight days later, I still
Get choked up when I try to remember not to forget her
and sometimes not to hate her
So
I made her my happy place
A place where I now go 2x a day to meditate
In this place created with an image of her face, a version of her I remember during a period where she exuded inner grace
In a chapter from our life’s story
We sit side by side
Overlooking the stinging meadow at our shared childhood campsite
I now love to meditate because
I get to see her face
Some days that’s enough
today, I touched her hand it felt so real
Like I could feel it in this place
If I could make amends in this space, I created
Which I made with particles of her that now keep me calm
during times I meditate
I can move past the guilt I carry, so I can focus on living and not how it ends
Grief is real.
So I made it my dearest friend
I miss you more than my heart can ever heal or will ever mend
unreciprocated and even unrecognised
it mattered not for the beautiful rose
as it exuded a sublime fragrance
undiminished till it’s dying breath
standing thus erect till the very end
mourning not the petals fickle fate shed
a thorn on the stem of rose in repose
pricked the finger of her deluded lover
yet with her last breaths she exuded love
mood and mode acceptant free from bondage
resplendent in fragrance of her dying petals
recognising the source as breath of God
My sorrowful spirit rose high above the rainbow,
higher yet, until it reached the snowy peaks
of the ragged mountain. It was cold there,
though above the severe sun blazed hard.
Here and there rivulets tumbled roughly
down the mountainsides, and occasionally
meet to form a river that cascaded downwards
towards the high cliff beneath the hills.
The icy waters fell towards the crags,
forming a waterfall of fresh water, producing
a constant melody as the waters hit the plain,
forming a delightful and narrow lake.
Birds above twittered delightfully,
a serene sight and sound that pleased my sad spirit.
Tall verdant pines exuded delightful fragrance.
How I wish I could stay there forever.
But my tired body beckoned
and my spirit returned to my lonesome solitary bed.
The universe swallowed my thoughts
In another instant of uncertainty
Truthfulness and doubt together were something
Morphed into a new creation of nothing
As if my time itself were the black hole
And I, a dwarf star in the infinite sky
Waning in the moment’s loss of control
Where another hope was left to die.
Shapeless and unseen in darkness
Lost in the infinite, recessive light
A contorted mass of possibilities gone
Like the dim light of a rainy dawn
Ambitions and plans stricken by loss
And I, a fading star in a familiar crowd
Carrying an even more familiar cross
To be convicted of the sins I’ve avowed.
Brighter stars illuminate without me
Much like the brilliance I once exuded
A new creation of barely something I’ll be
With much less to adore in low luminosity
And as the universe recycles these thoughts
Uncertainty strangely becomes known
In all my doubts, I have become a have not
With my mistakes left with me for which to atone.
Betrayal's kiss was liquidly subtle, wet with firm
intuition
It's knowing lips soft & unassuming exuded
an aura of lust
Full of temptation it beckoned me portraying
illusions of trust,
but behind the mask were sharp teeth seeking
bloody incisions
The intimacy came with bad intentions closely
guarding its actions,
but being adjacent afforded insight into its
deadliest passions
My reaction were firewalls to be erected
at once,
as I stood in the middle of 2 pillars pondering
destruction of fronts
The aforementioned affront was spoken of to
the deepest of mind,
but was ignored as toxic venom intoxicated
the mind
The silver lining? A coined phrase hanging
like ropes from a tongue
"Make sure that you look before you leap" as more
betrayals will come
The warning was heeded so I escaped by the
skin of my teeth,
as the streets watched the intersections speaking
of the fate I would meet
In the end, I was delivered from the mouth of
the beast, emerging with mindset
firmly intact
I was meat, but indigestible because my peace
brought equilibrium back
Sabrina was a woman who knew her own soul
People learned fast not to try and hoodwink her
She did not fall down, kick or scream when confronted
Knowing when to walk away, she left drama behind
Her self-assurance annoyed those who did not have confidence
This trait followed her from preteen-hood into adulthood
She knew her heart, understood her path
Allowed no one to distract her from her life’s work
Many were intimidated by Sabrina
Not her close circle of women friends
They were also confident in their own ways
A formidable group who exuded feminine power
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