There he was, lined up right in my sights
Nothing in my way, either left or right
Me, a Mexican Tarantula at the point of attack
My target, Donald Trump, who’d make a juicy snack
My mission approved by President Sheinbaum, no less
For me to destroy this irrational pest
Could I bring myself to gobble him down?
~ Find me buried on the White House lawn
Don't sing in Singapore..Of freedom or you'll get it raw.' Basic humanity is not
A thing, you can't sing..Or it could mean
( sing sing') if you brimg.? Notice of hate
Crimes going on in action; or maybe in song.? There's no 'giver-ment' in there
Current regime, they live in a 1940s capure in latency.' If you get what i mean
No honour of the blood then spilled they
Are sold out..I see they just dish the swill
Given by a money lending land where
Usery is the god, and violence rules, a
Place where bio-warfare played, subjecting their own populace, no remorse have they, they stuck them like
Rats in a experiment, how long before
These people vent.? Unspeakabe things
Where put in thir bodies' i find it all
appalling, and much more than shoddy.'
Their epstein type rulers, take everyone
For fools, they cook up false
emergencys ignore human dignity, no decency there now
Rules.'
BOMB IRAN TO CRAP
SIR, WE HAVE MUNITIONS CAP
ATTACK WE MUST SCRAP
manhattan roommate
brainwave specialist
blowhard rippling
always partygoer
dolphinfish royalist
turquoise irresistible
undrained rat
swearing yellowlegs
bearable humbling
houseguest behead
surrenderer bart
(Weekly Magnetic Poetry Challenge • July 20–26, 2026)
In the dead of night, when we are asleep,
dream images arise, ushering fear,
for perhaps in our subconscious down deep,
we yet cling to objects, which we hold dear.
The black magician is at work again,
motive any, he intends to cause harm,
yet God’s light in his heart is free from stain,
so it’s his ego we need to disarm.
We blow him a kiss of love and move on,
whence with our aura shining as pure gold,
the mists dissolve revealing light of dawn,
which both of us in wonderment behold.
Oh worthy hermit, etch these words in stone ~
Conflicts must be resolved by love alone
sometimes its better to let the yoke go ~ than lay his egg in the snow
thought the penguin to herself ~ after her loyal mate made a no show
yeah she’s cold but not frigid ~ as half dozen males stand up in a row
By
David Kavanagh
The Feisty Chicken
prowls up behind that blind fool
Sneak attack! He rules!
When you confide in a person and they say things behind your back
then it's worse than someone whom to your face launches an attack.
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Why do I feel so different than the rest of Society
How come I get so overwhelmed with this Anxiety
Everything’s in slow motion and I can’t hear a sound
My fear increases as my heart begins to pound
Close to hyperventilating with no end in sight
Living in a constant state of fight or flight
This happens all the time it’s becoming Problematic
Everyday I’m becoming increasingly symptomatic
Why do I always get so easily triggered
I’m guess it must be the way my brains configured
This is something I deal with every hour of every day
I need to find a solution. I need to find a way
A moment of dread
The world crushing inside my head
The mind throbbing
All thoughts locking
Eyes gone blurred
Speech slurred
Head spinning
Lights dimming
Sweat falling
Feel yourself dropping
Grab anything to steady
Palms sweaty
Heartbeat sky rockets
Tummy vomits
Hard to catch each breath
Hoping next is death
Day before Thanksgiving
Working
From the frame of my upstairs window
Trees stripped bare
The sky and grass blue and white as a glacier
A big antlered buck
Chases a doe on the gold cobble of my front yard
The furnace
Vent
Materializes in the morning drapes
A bat billows to my window
Clings to the screen
Clicks and screams from his raisin mouth
To this mosquito net
Its wings spread like a charcoal web
Eyes popping for a sip of coffee
A sizzle of bacon
Please
Could you cover up the sun and bring back summer?
I can see in my mind
Its mind
As I sit here
Clinging to my own screen
Screaming
Twiddling my thumbs
Typing an e mail
To the freezing wind.
Look around for someone or something that you Love; Carry out an act of random kindness towards them (during panic attack).
Think about how much you appreciate the person, animal or object. Think about how lucky you are to have them. Go to them and do something kind for them, they don't have to know why.
If it's an object, go and hold it; appreciate it - clean it up, or re arrange it.
If its an animal, give them a big hug, give them a stroke and a maybe a treat...
If its a person, carry out an act of random kindness towards them, and hug them too if you can.
In short - give away love (mid panic attack) and appreciate any who will receive it.
Put all your attention on the person / animal, object you appreciate, and think about how much you appreciate and love them, instead of the temporary feelings of terror - (which will soon pass)...
Think about how lucky you are to be with the one, or object you love; and think about what you could do for them, as an act of selfless kindness - from a place of love.
This is selfless service - or drinking from the holy grail... metaphorically speaking;
This may help some... ?? Best wishes, U.P
MEME BY PETE HEGSETH
FRANKLIN THE TURTLE BRINGS DEATH
IS HEGSETH ON METH
Focus on the space between breaths.
Repeat this rhythm...
Breathe in for 1-2 seconds,
hold your breath for 1-2 seconds,
breathe out for 1-2 seconds,
hold it out for 1-2 seconds, (repeat)
Focus only on the breathing for the first ten breaths.
As you go with this rhythm, try to move your attention away from the breath itself, and place it into the 1 or 2 second gaps between breaths.
The aim is to have our full attention on (and in) the gaps between breaths - even as we are breathing in and out.
To take it one level higher - is to have your attention in these gaps at all times, during your normal breathing in everyday life, and spot them in other places too.
You can lookout for gaps or spaces between words in writing; or poetry for example... you could hold your attention there, from time to time, to get practice - instead of just focusing on the words.
There are spaces between physical objects and words, either spoken or written. Spaces between your thoughts.
Spaces between breaths...
And spaces in other places ??
Be spacious
U.P??
Zionists have not stopped
more dead babies
more bombed villages
more starving children
weather and food used as weapons
Syria attacked
mark my poetic words
Lebanon will be next
attack attack attack
kill kill kill
shoot shoot shoot
two more small boys dead
over and over and over
nothing will ever satisfy
satins sexual perversions
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