Losing one's lunch
is not so hot
but dropping your dinner
when a fish dish wish was the plot
could be your worst nightmare
as not a morsel will pass your lips
as meals go it's now toast
and you've had your chips
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(Weekly Magnetic Poetry Challenge • August 10–16, 2026)
Humorless green
Needlessly mean
Her eyes
A nightmare dream
Accusations
Loud but unspoken
Her eyes
Fury unbroken
Stripping my soul
Scorched to the bone
Her eyes
Will never atone
Withholding grace
Emerald trace
Her eyes
Morgue chilled embrace
I was trying to go to my working place.
But I have left my job, long years back.
Was I going to visit my parents?
I knew the directions so well.
I walked and walked in confusion.
Street networks looked like a maze.
I left the idea of going any where.
Better to be back to my own home.
I could not recollect my own address.
I was totally lost.
Rudolph woke up wearing pajamas in lime
He was creating a masterpiece, counting in time
He got to the mirror and his face got red
He was not himself, he was a female reindeer instead
What is happening? He asked, in disbelief at the wall.
Someone had tricked him, this was not kosher at all.
I am a male, I am Rudolph! He screamed to the mirror.
The mirror laughed at him, glad he did not have ears to hear.
It had no eyes, just bulk in the corner, swirling thick as oily
mist, smelling of rot.
I tried to step away but the carpet flowed like quicksand,
digging my heels in as darkness crept upward.
It didn't move, but suddenly the room dropped bone-cold,
crystals dusting the glass in serrated patterns.
I reached for the lamp, but the plug ripped from the socket.
I was left with nothing but the sound of my own pulse.
Suddenly it stirred, slid swiftly toward me soundless and a
chilling weight began to squeeze my throat closed.
I opened my lips to cry out, rip the silence in two but my
lungs filled with nothing but ashen memories.
Black slammed against my lids and my vision went blank.
I waited for it to KILL ME!!!
Then, I woke up.
The Black Dust of Hell: Choking on the Grave
The poisonous venom that spills from your tongue,
The venomous anthems your malice has sung,
Descends to the abyss as a billowing cloud
A black dust of hell that will fashion your shroud.
You spoke without mercy, you bled without care,
But silence awaits in the tomb of despair.
For once you are broken and dropped in the clay,
The shadows you summoned are coming to play.
The ash of your cruelties will gather and rise,
To choke out the light from your dead, hollow eyes.
That mountain of malice will turn to a bill,
An absolute ledger you cannot fulfill.
For every vile whisper and treacherous spark,
You will swallow the soot as you rot in the dark.
Not a breath goes unchecked, not a malice is spared
You will choke on the horrors your big mouth prepared.
Lord, tell me it isn't so.
Today's the day I've been laid low -
dreaming I was a potato.
I found out it was real,
when a man like me said, "time to peel".
Gina woke to find herself in a live nightmare. She saw six medieval byzantine soldiers marching down her street, what could it be. It was dark and black and white imagery. Trying to scream she couldn’t move. As they walked one turned and smiled at her. Why was he smiling. She had chills all over her body. She was trying to scream but couldn’t. Her eyes were fixed, staring intently at the danger.
He thought he was a MacIntosh,
but he'd not have his buttons pushed.
Alive until his life was stopped,
he was peeled and sliced and chopped.
Alive to the moment he would die
and baked into an apple pie,
his last words shouted to his mom,
"Anoint me in nutmeg and cinnamon".
He beckoned a walnut from his shell,
crying, "You and I are going to fiery Hell",
but covered in a blanket of crust,
he went to Heaven where all pies must,
bathed and buried in vanilla ice-cream,
he was only a delicious dream.
I had a nightmare one night
Of a disease I couldn't fight
Laying in a bed in the ER
Doc's were puzzled; my case was bizarre.
I ended up with a hospital stay
Laying on my back, most of the day
Muscles eroding from disuse
All they would give me was apple juice.
Doctors tried hard, nurses nice too
In general tried to help, a caring crew.
Then I heard a nasty laugh somewhere near
I'd heard that laugh before, I was filled with fear.
Just a bad apple, one bad employee
Could give the wrong meds, to make a mess of me
Still in the dream I wished I never came
Grabbed my light saber, turned on the flame.
The force was with me, so I jumped out of bed,
In a dream you can transition from almost dead
I raced down the hall, IV tube came loose
Flew out the window, escaped the revenge noose.
I folded white wings, landed on a hill
Feeling young again, all by power of will
Then I woke up, I was in a nursing home
A year immobile, a year alone.
That was a dream too, two levels to escape
Pretended I was a marathoner, that got me awake.
But it raises a question, society needs trust
Just one bad apple, and it could be dust to dust.
my reoccurring dream is a nightmare
because I am walking under the concrete underpass
located next to the town square in my hometown
this is a place I have always been scared of
terrifies me, so why am I there?
was I chased here?
the air feels ominous
I hear a twig snap
this is no forest
it is concrete, uphill
the further I go the more terrified I become
I am cornered by my assailant
he throws me down on the ground
I am going to scream so loudly, the entire town will hear me
but no sound comes out
there is only silence
I try again and again
waking up with black pupils
full of fear, scared to death by my scariest dream
a dream I cannot get rid of
a dream that haunts me for fifty-seven years
Mommy! Daddy! MOMMY! DADDY!
The wailing was turning into desperate keening
the parents did rock paper scissors to see who had to go
Jake is four, and he has an intense imagination
No more horror shows, Mommy said
Daddy was thrilled he covered her rock with his paper
They both knew going in there meant another story
glass of water, maybe a cookie
Jake’s eyes were wild.
There is a creepster under the bed! He wailed.
His mother pretended to look.
Assured him there was nothing there.
Told him not to call out again.
And returned to her bed.
The last thing they heard was one piercing scream.
Jake was never seen or heard from again.
War is a waste of precious young blood
War is a waste of fresh natural resources
War is as bad as a raging and vile flood
War is evil if you understand the sources
The reasoning behind such unnecessary
Aggression and the violence and the vanity
Which are cowardly robbing and destroying
Mankind. War is bad. War is a very bad thing
War is evil and criminal
War is mortal and abnormal.
War is a waste for the perpetrators and the victims
War is a waste for all. But peace comes like dreams
Distant dreams. Peace is more precious than money
Diamond, gold, silver and all other precious metals
Said a very eloquent brother who deserves all medals
Ever invented by famous and powerful institutions
Give us peace, not evil wars dear highly divine Almighty
Help men learn from past errors and nugatory aggressions
War is unnatural and abysmal
War is lethal and inimical.
Copyright © February 2020, Hébert Logerie, All rights reserved.
Hébert Logerie is the author of several poetry collections.
Figure this
all I know
crumples upon waking
How do dreams
present truth
over life?
Life, divided by terror
Life, splitting synapses
but Death
Death dare not stray
from her rightful course
easy to seduce,
when life a nightmare
walking
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