A pair pulling their weight
sandwiching the meat of my literary treasure
~ shelving their showstopping good looks
Wordku: 5-7-5 words
AP: Honorable Mention 2025
this looks so painful
why tattoo around your neck
did it not hurt you
Now there once was a man called Obama
who did more grievous harm than Osama.
At Hillary’s coax
they conspired a hoax
so coming your way is some bad karma!
Written: August 2025
i smile at people all day long
young and old
fat or skinny
abled or disabled
strange looking or plain as can be
it’s all the same
but when it comes to me
too fat too wrinkled too old
i’m full of criticism
and i can hardly bear
to glance into the mirror
if this would be a friend
confiding in me
i would be appalled
i would shake them and
tell them they’re crazy
and to snap out of it
so hear me, you be my witness ~
i’m committing here and now
to wear my grandmother’s ring
(the most beautiful woman in the world)
to remind me beauty is in the heart
we should remember always
that kindness is what’s beautiful
and keep that earwig in our ear
There must be
a meeting of personalities,
a synchronization of Souls,
lots of the same ground
for 2 people
to become a couple
Love doesn't mesh
with the eyes
but with the mind.
Intelligence is the key
You must have
common interests, likes
Nowadays even
political views to
avoid discrepancies
making the relationship
go smooth, effortless
Not to say that
attractiveness doesn't matter
but is a part of a
combination of the whole
These broken nails
Not pretty to look at,
My triumphs, my fails
Mean more than that
Been scratching away
Digging for some end,
By night, by day …
‘Til they begin to bend
Once polished to a shine
… Is perfectly cracked,
With pulled hair of mine
And my nerves wracked
All glitter, all gold …
Neither one can stay,
But, broken nails, I'm told
Says something anyway.
when no one’s watching, i am.
i watch myself
take that extra bite
regret that dessert
body check every mirror
but from the outside
no one sees me
they don’t know me
only i know me
myself
the imperfect image people see so perfectly on the outside
I never liked how time passed,
So many things are left unasked.
It can be slow and dreading,
Threading softly through.
Or as fast as a lightning bolt,
So speedy, it makes you greedy.
And when you look back at yourself and see the progress,
You might call it success, it may bring you stress.
But no matter what, time will never stop,
So, stand up and grab your mop.
Sweep the days both fast and slow,
Build your path and let it grow.
In the end, it will all be forgotten and long gone,
Like a memory leaping through the dark fog.
Looks
Looks to others
Like we are
Living the dream
Long ago we married for
Love, but now it seems to me
Like money has come between us
Let’s return to the beginning
For once i smile and dance as i look at my reflection in mirror
oh the clothes fit my body so nicley, i like it
i like it when i look at me and feel something thats not making me want to curl up and cry
I dance and sing whatever song is playing
i dont care what it is id like to dance and sing for a bit
my shirt flows so nicley along the movments of my body
my jeans look so good on my legs as i dance
turns out I really can feel great
then i sit down and try not to cry
i know once my clothes are off ill cry and want to die
why cant i always look as nice as i do now?
Nothing is simple,
but we carve it clean—
label it, box it,
turn a question into a rule,
a rule into a law,
a law into a weapon,
and call the wreckage order.
We crave control,
but sharpen our knives in chaos.
We demand honesty,
but crucify the truth.
We worship free thought,
but silence it before it speaks.
We want change,
but only if it looks
like what we already know.
A zebra is the only thing
that looks good in black and white.
Everything else—
everything real—
drowns in the blur between.
We say we hate the system,
but gut each other
before we ever fight it.
We demand peace,
but kneel to the loudest fist.
We claim we want the truth,
but only if it sings us to sleep.
The universe isn’t laughing.
It’s watching the clock.
Time is running out.
Music Looks Like
A thunderstorm rolling
in from the west.
Jagged flashes of lightning
from dark roiling clouds
A quiet stream meandering
through a wooded glen.
Bubbling and gurgling as it
gently flows to the sea.
A brilliant art work with
splashes of red, green, blue.
An improv painting open to
one’s interpretation.
A crowded street full of people
of all shapes, sizes and colors.
Some hurrying, some not but
all seem to have a purpose.
A dark sky, with stars flickering
and moon shining.
A tilted head taking in the grand
scheme of the universe.
A silent snowy day when
nothing stirs.
A mournful howl drifts on the wind
a note of aloneness.
Music is not just sound, it also
stimulates us to see
more than we can imagine.
The world looks to America
for liberty, for leadership, for life
Yet Americans turn inward
seething with strife
Expectations still high across the sea ~
for the home of the brave, the land of the free
Danny, a superlative explorer kept searching
Determined to find a lost continent
There has to be at least one out there no one has found!
He devoted his life to this quest, every moment thinking of it.
His parents could not relate.
Danny had given up his chances to date or marry.
He lived sixteen thousand miles away from them.
They had always planned to live vicariously through him.
Danny had other plans,
Glad to make his escape
Smothered by them, he never returned
Pretending to look for a continent.
This excuse as good as any.
There I gazed beside the door awaiting you.
Never spoke to you, but it feels like I've known you forever.
That smile.
That smile on the corner of your mouth, the moment our eyes meet.
No words can ever describe what we had.
There are no words in the first place.
A silent conversation our eyes have.
A silent conversation we have everyday.
We're beyond words.
I found the meaning of your voiceless words looking at your eyes.
I found the real you through your eyes.
That slight relief when I see you show up.
I was a puzzle no one could solve.
Your eyes solved my twisted self.
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