To be true to myself
I need to speak loud and clear
~ share what’s on my mind
Wordku: 5-7-5 words
your gaze hides a love
entrenched deep within your heart
peeking through the veil
a shy glance that holds my world
like dahlia blooms all seasons
William Wee the whacky walrus from Waikiki
brought along a book, a banana and a ukelele
the book was about aliens, he was creeped out about them
the banana was rotten in places, we cut it down on a whim
the ukelele was great, and William Wee’s singing voice fine
He sang songs to us all day, I believe I counted twenty-nine
You cannot say he is not a party all by himself, my dad said.
William Wee was humble and shy; his ears promptly turned red
I am nobody for you.
You don't know I exist, too.
I'm a simple, shy girl
with some sixteen-year-old fantasies, too.
You don't know me,
and I either, too -
but there's something
I feel, too.
Wanna step up,
getting high with you,
scared to fall
in the images, too.
How say hi?
How say bye?
I'm here,
watching you
side of my eye.
I'm stressed out,
how to say you...
I'm that nobody
for you,
'cause we are
in our own cage, too.
Dress boldly with artistic flair
Let your true awesome self shine through
~ there’s nobody quite like you
Wordku: 5-7-5 words
AP: 2nd place 2025
Petunia is the plain little sister
who gets overlooked and passed over.
She’s not the pretty one,
always quiet and reserved,
not classy, fancy or graceful.
She takes backstage at every turn.
No games, no false pretenses.
She’s frumpy, floppy and flimsy.
Her scent is unrefined,
not confused with real perfumes.
She’s somewhat of an ugly duckling
but when the going gets tough,
we can’t help but admire
her tenacity when facing adversity.
Slow and steady wins the race.
She’s low maintenance, demure and bashful.
So reliable is her performance,
she’s been known to outshine competition.
Unpretentious and free from vanity
Yet, fact not known… surprise ~
petunia blooms are edible !
AP: 2nd place 2025, Honorable Mention 2025
Everyday you pass her on the stairs
You’re not sure if she even cares
Or feels the same way you do
Gosh it hurts just lookin’ at you
Love rues yeah love rues
Does she feel the connection too
Or is it all in my mind as I’m passing by you
Then you catch my eye, and I turn my face
I’ll try again tomorrow, it's part of the chase
Love rues yeah love rues
Impossible dream.
I would say one word to you,
You'd laugh, gal too shy.....
Oh, touch -me-not plant, Are you a mere sleepy plant?, I am a shy plant.
More Than a Crush
Each time I breathe,
I feel your touch —
Though we haven’t known each other much,
I hope you could be more than a crush.
Tell me if I’m moving too fast,
But my heart is in a quiet rush.
I fear losing you…
Yet regret holds me, too.
I may not be the one you pictured,
Not the man in your dreams —
But I’m here to be tested,
To show you my love, and what it means.
This might be a lot to hold,
But hold me warm — my heart is cold.
You are the fire I see,
The light I seek...
And I love the way you respect me.
So everyone, look and see —
The angel God gave to me.
BY Little One and Nova ???
It stands tall
proudly pointing to the sky
reaching high toward the sun
with hints of purplish blue peeking through
Buds open ever so gently
cautious shy and humble
unsure at first of their regal stature
unaware of their innate majesty
The iris parades its generous petals
ample and graceful
floating graciously
with carefree elegance
Poised amidst the garden
the iris is remarkably unaware
of its astonishing beauty
I see here that shy woman
Prefer to wear bright colors
But why I see her wearing red
I see her gorgeous catwalk
The woman in red is dangerous
Don't touch the woman in red
The lady in red is beautiful
The woman in red is fire
Is shy woman nowadays a trend
Or form of fashion to passionate.
She woke up to a sunrise;
Bright in her eyes as she rose
She stares at the moon as it disappears.
The red hat sitting on her dresser,
As she picked out her daily dress.
Brushed her hair, sprayed perfume-
Still, something was missing.
The girl followed the echoes of her mom’s voice;
Alerting her of the time rush.
As she waited for the bus, the sense of incompleteness
Overweighed her.
Right then, her mom lent her the red hat.
A slight grin crosses her lips
As she outfitted herself with the red hat.
From then on, she’s never felt incomplete
Nor forget the red hat.
i try to fit in with warm hellos
superficial smiles and nods of acquiescence
checking if i can make myself useful
comfortable in the support role
back in the dark behind the scenes
in a sea of strangers with names i won't remember
a semblance of a dance
parading fleeting faces
avalanche of entanglements
and sequence of collisions
may as well be gilded gargoyles
doing the backstroke in the River Nile
while me, i'm driftwood on the beach of life
AP: 3rd place 2025
Stay in my house
Five days straight
Perfectly glad.
I have good food
With good coffee
With good music.
Good internet
Cozy chill place
Read few good books.
Fav shows to watch
I have no fret
I'm drawn-out long.
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