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(Weekly Magnetic Poetry Challenge • August 10–16, 2026)
agonised beatniks can delve & euphemize from
hippie imagism jazz khz logging my noncritical
priming quadratic reverberation shakeout
through unproductive vicinal with you
My dulciana
Agonised me again,
But the ballerina
Floored as I'd never been.
Warfare can not euphemize
With tiger reverberation;
We always decimalize
For vicinal desiccation!
Is a unifoliate unproductive
Or nonradioactive?
(Weekly Magnetic Poetry Challenge • August 10–16, 2026)
alchemic activism agonised again but bowling ballerina beatniks always bob
and could consignment curb & constrict cursor by distended elongation from
expendable hippie imagism an inducement interdict leveling our noncritical picnic priming shaggymane shakeout southeastward with tactfulness that unwarily unsealed your trusting troused wayside warfare
agonised alchemic activism always frenetically formulate imagism diorama
(Weekly Magnetic Poetry Challenge • August 10–16, 2026)
aimless
resigned
hopelessness
an aura
surrounded
nevertheless
deliberate
&
expressive
an agonised
sense
of
the subjective
decoded
traces
of
intransigence
an
inadequacy
apparently
ambivalent
catharsis
in the
purification
plane
Reclined under the shade of a snag tree,
A babbler piqued my curiosity.
Staggered by the companionship, initially.
Then pleased.
I discerned a lamenting warble...
The massif offered commiserations to him,
With an echo.
A lorikeet adjoined him, ensuingly
And, she twittered a novel...
Which was beyond my comprehension.
Nefarious humans are certainly not shaped,
To perceive this heavenly beauty.
His agonised warble was altered;
Now sings a euphonious trill.
Fare-thee-well, they exclaimed to the departing sun.
Much obliged, sings the song of love.
in the icy darkness
beyond our garden
foxes are screaming
framed by air frost
stars sparkle above
the clouds of my breath
the moon is weeping
the gaunt branches
of winter trees
framed by the night sky
agonised silent cries
a long note of a flute
wails away into
the darkness of eternity
Two Icy Islands
Cracks appear in the ice
Become wider but we don’t cross
We each urge the other to jump
To join the other on their slab of ice
I motion to you, you motion to me
Neither jump. Our agonised faces
Watch as the gap widens until
It’s impossible to leap, to bridge.
Set adrift, you go your way
I go mine, further and further away
There’s a million miles between
Your sofa and mine, my block
Of ice and your block of ice
The artic wind wraps around
Us like a shield deflecting compromise
And we drift for what seems like days
Sour faces, argument lost, even
Though we were both right. Both
Just. I’m so stubborn, so is she.
The water warms and our icy islands
Melt. We have no choice but to
Meet in the sea and we cling
Me to you and you to me.
A tropical breeze warms the room
And it becomes a sauna,
Instead of a tomb.
David Cox 11/06/23
I still see
our memory of the first time we met
your blue eyes full of glit
Like the blue eyes alit.
I still see
our memory of the first night we spent together
led lights blazing,
blazing like the summer sun.
I still see
our memory of our first picture
we lay on lawn gazing at the beautiful moonlight
Contagious smiles we wore
as contagious as the Varicella.
I still see
our memory of our first date
A coffee shop down the street
we sat at a far right corner
a soothing Sunday evening it was,
soothing like a lullaby.
I still vividly see
our memories of the time we cherished each other
But it is all I harbour now
Happy yet agonised memories.
Hey, the filthy way of the dejected
Those who walk through you are rejected
You take them to the world of disrespected
You make them meet the unexpected.
Hey, the senseless brutal words
The tacky tongue has made you the caged birds
Now, you are nothing but stupid flirts
Your walk has made you into the world of absurd.
Daily, you look up for new path free from pain
Like chataka looking up at the sky for rain
Your quest for new path keeps you agonised
Like a fish without water, meeting with demise.
You are a deer surrounded by tigers in flock
The fear of being eaten has turned you into a rock.
It's not the first time
her heart is breaking
She swallows tears as
her heart is aching
Who'll explain the ache
her heart is facing?
Every time she hopes
her heart is racing
For that one true love
her heart is waiting
When will he be found?
Her heart's debating
Through dark wrenching ache
her heart is wading
Will that love come soon?
Her heart's evading
Agonised, she cries
her heart is stinging
To harrowing hope
her heart is clinging
04.24.2021
Quatrain rhyme scheme: abcb
5 syllables per line
I held out my hands
To touch yours
And you pulled me
Closer and closer to you
Only to shove me
Into Hell's raging fires!
I burned a part of myself
Before realising
That life is not meant for me
Since it has to be deprived
Of your love!
So, even if I agonised
In raging fires,
I sang out to the winds
To blow harder and harder
Still so as to keep the fire
Burning bright
So that it may smoulder me
To ashes and then
Blown by these same winds
I shall be reduced to nothingness!
The winds heard
And unable to disobey my call
They did as I bid them to
But,
Since my essence is that of the divine
I am burning still
And shall keep burning
As long as my body would be required to,
Then,
When my time shall come,
I shall leave
As quietly
As I came
Since
You deserve to enjoy your life
Even if I never loved mine
Except for those times
When I felt myself
Blossoming in your gaze!
For Contest Reflection in Silence
Sponsored by Silent One
Written on 21 June 2020
all doubts swept away
charged with energy
now
ecstatic
agonised protracted
monumental
belonging
from the past
a disregard
in
notional transendence
embraced
then dwindling rapidly
changed to the sublime
from
what might be
the eternal
creative&intense
personal
with significance
an embracing vision
contradictory
yet
reaffirming
I was haunted all night by your memory
The moon sang its melody all night
At times glowing, at times dimming
The candle of grief flickered all night
A perfume kept changing its garments
A picture kept singing all night
The breeze stealing the scent of roses
Told many enchanting stories of our love
A hope bestowed solace to my heart
A craving agonised me all night
Travelling through the memory lane
I lived and died all night.
Mohammad Yamin Iraqi, Sintra, Portugal 1/10/ 2018
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