sometimes a small prize
on a bitter winter night
makes joy come to life
Cookies for the Win
sometimes a small prize
on a bitter winter night
makes joy come to life
Author: lovizmytrio
Weekday Dawn
painting the morning
with a cotton candy brush
winter is redeemed
Moon Searching
late nights, early morns:
moonlighting my way to hope
around each corner
(it rises despite
city business beating it
into a soft glow)
We Got This
postcard messages
and snowflakes cut into hope:
proof that love trumps hate
Tower of Love
on a moonlit night
bubbles of humanity
brighten the night sky
Duly Awarded
all i can hope for:
tomorrow’s women will win
and beat this bastard
Principal’s Office
a special request
(overdue acknowledgement)
impossible choice
what will they think now?
that i am any different?
same face, different game?
there is no answer
(but a suggested offer
is still an offer)
Words
i’ve lost too many
to gather in these tough days
since the election
Umbrella of Darkness
truth hides within signs:
poverty, gluttony, sin
(ready for taxes?)
(redemption awaits
in Jenny Craig’s Curves routine
for those still searching)
a grey November
under Dollar Tree’s shadow:
what our country’s worth
The Battle Begins
i want art to win
to remind us of our past
not steal our future
our hope gets swallowed
behind headlines; dictators
costumed by deceit
i want art to win
for every imagined star
hooked by my daughters
for these costumed shells
to bring beauty back to us
before it’s too late
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