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)
A squirrel booked a spa day, fed up with all the treetop riff-raff;
he stretched out in our garden mud, declaring it a “mineral luxury bath.”
a wondrous world greets
drops of water sprinkled on~
a sweet ritual
all dirt washed away
love bubbles born in mom's palms~
soft skin glistens fresh
a new journey starts
bathed in mother's liquid love~
horizons wide wait.
a bath when born
maybe a bath when I die....
requirement daily
As a young child my mind goes back to Tom,
a pure dark gray old tom cat.
We went visiting in the town next door,
when Tom took up with me.
The neighbors said,
they had never seen him before.
We took him home,
giving him a bath then food and milk.
I dressed him up in my doll clothes,
then gave him a baby bottle of cold milk.
Tom was my real baby doll disguised as a cat,
and he loved it.
We both had many wonderful hours of fun,
as Tom got extra rubs with cold milk.
Of all home’s comforts -
other than my cozy bed -
there’s another place
where I love to prop my head.
A whirlpool tub have I
with a headrest built right in.
It has water jets
so water pressure hits my skin.
The jets I don’t use often,
but bubbles they can make,
and those come in handy
when my muscles sometimes ache.
So when nightfall comes
and solitude envelops me,
in my giant tub
is where I just might be.
Eyes closed, I lie back
in liquid warmth; stress floats away,
for this is the time
to forget woes of the day.
"Flowers are kissed by the rain as they get a bath." By Poet
Today I kissed the rain,
said one flower to the other.
Oh look,
the storm is letting up,
now we will be spellbound by sunlight.
This day is all most over,
But to be your Moon,
must I wane?
Did you know,
the night holds many secrets?
Watch out for Mr. Poison Ivy.
He says,
I am a dangerous dream.
"Age is only a number. Think young, stay young, enjoy life and be thankful. Words I live by." By Poet...
Now come,
let's learn from wisdom.
Sunsets are the doorway to the moon,
ending the day with bright colors.
Memories are made as the moon turns full,
shining down with love.
Wisdom is how we learn,
from the good and bad,
sometimes making us bitter.
Life is short,
so throw the bad and bitter out like cold bath water.
Always remember age is only a number,
fifty is half a century but so what?
I say "Happy Birthday" to the new half century,
Hooray!!!
Too long of bath
fingers shriveled like raisins
scary movie prop
Neutral Face
Fearful Face
Flushed Face
Hushed Face
Rolling On The Floor Laughing
Thumbs UP
Hands Clapping
Kissing Face
Grinning Face
Sleepy Face
Weepy Face
Laughing Face With Tears Of Joy
Star Struck
One Hundred Points
Sad Face
Downcast Face
Pensive Face
Worried Face
Smiling Face With Smiling Eyes
Waving Hands
Hello, Goodbye
"Pretty clouds filled with water, then it rains down." By Poet
My pretty pink rose garden is wilting,
they need a drink and a bath.
Fluffy gray clouds let it rain down,
sweet rose scent fills the air.
As the rain drifts off,
puddles stay behind.
Now birds can drink and take a bath.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
frost-glazed silver rim~
winter's tongue laps at shadows
of thirsty sparrows
Bubbles live in sorrow,
brief lives, bursting
move, and they're gone
gone—
as if they never
existed before
Pop
Pop
Pop
We wash our sorrows,
scrub again and again, erasing
soap and sin that seeps into our skin
our touch destroying what barely was
Pop
Pop
Pop
I draw air; they vanish silently
in and out—
Pop
Pop
Pop
Sinking silhouette,
dragging deeper down into the depths of despair
nothing left to rise, nothing left to vanish
In an ice bath.
Fingers bubbling, being unveiled.
Everything is like mental illness.
Because they say it so much.
Footprints, grass, and trumpets.
All fastened to my being with paper clips.
Holding gently like fingernails.
A polo shirt makes me wander around.
The TV is dripping like salad dressing.
Beautiful type of window seat.
Where I gradually remembered that I hate things.
Dripping, odd, polished,
The sacrifices.
I don’t know how to emerge from.
The ice bath hours ago.
Fingers bubbling.
No one could live in a pile of ice.
It does melt like radioactive flower petals.
Me.
In an ice bath.
It's like a teleportation device.
It’s too cold for nothing.
Splish splash
Mad dash
What could be more fun
than a couple rolls in the mud?
Come out and play ~
We could have fun all day!
We'll finish off with a garden hose
to clean the mud from between our toes.
AP: Honorable Mention 2025
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