boy of eighteen driving a restless volkswagen
riding the hot clutch at kellogg street and grand
finding cool music by santana on the tune dex
finding tanned chicks in bikinis riding stingrays
riding cool like cats cruising for cheeseburgers
blond surfer chicks wearing beads from mexico
hitchhiking at noon for a ride to San Bernardino
bumming cigarettes with cleavages and lipstick
seeking bootleg kisses in the front seat of a ford
rapping stories about the rolling stones concert
talking tales of fuzz box nookie in the parking lot
boy of eighteen cruising the big circle in corona
riding the hot clutch at kellogg street and grand
Five little tails! The sixth is big poet and big tail in the same time!
Young Bobby slipped into his sister’s room
one night when she was at her boyfriend’s house.
She’d caught him rifling through her stuff before.
To put it mildly, Jessie was not kind.
This time, he’d put each item back in place!
Oh, boy! At last, he found her diary!
He read each page and found some shocking facts!
His eyes were big as saucers as he learned
his sis and all her friends had done some things
they’d never tell their moms and dads about.
He found he couldn’t put this treasure down.
He started finding entries about—HIM:
“The little creep has been in here again.
He messes with my stuff, and he’s too dumb
to put things back in place! I’ll catch him soon!”
“I know some stuff on him he’d never tell
our parents, so I have some leverage.
I just may tell them—” Then he realized
the last page of the diary was missing.
He put the “treasure” back and fled the scene.
Hippopotomonstrosesquipedaliophobia
An irrational fear of large or long words
Well, you might say that’s for the birds
And it’s your right to have your say
A hippopotamus for most of us
Is an Artiodactyla, an even toed ungulate
While monstrum in Latin means: unnatural things
A monstrosity, a warning from the gods
While as showoffs, sesquipedalians use long words
So don’t scare them with your Titan Arum
But say to those with Ithyphallophobia
Or to the megalophallian “Nostrvia!”
And don’t be calloused towards
What happens afterwards
Or averse to what happens after “words”
In the post coital spooning
Don’t let your creative inhibition
Be the condition of wrestling with tabula rasa
And don’t let coitus interruptus
Or a caudal Janus face give you writer’s block
(I’m trying to be a gentleman
by calling it a phallus and not a rooster)
So, you won’t find here this fear of
Supercalifragilisticexpialidocious
we were
always burdened
by the
captivating chatter
discreetly hostel
last likely
a shew
proposition to
reconsider southwest
precook texarkana
thickened tangy
ambition crookedly
fluster and
recognizable flake
(Weekly Magnetic Poetry Challenge • August 31–September 6, 2026)
skip wop-ditty
auh ooh auh ooh
sonme time together
dancing with you
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danced all night
wwith my favorite gal
we did some contempary
soul searching all night long
danced all night with my Lady
we smiled
styling profiles
we danced all night long
when the music did a oop
I scatted and ooped
when the fella changed the beat
I scatt-dat deedled
to the groove
when she stood in
that ooh auh position
that one too sexy to mention
I scooped due-wooped
and be-bop
did you katch that dance move
we went dancing
we danced all night long
it was crazy
danced to my
favorite song
we went dancing
skipped to the beat
what fun we had dancing
all the new faces to greet
auh ooh we wop-ditty
auh she golly ooh
I love dancing
enjoyed my time
with you
life can be funny or sad
depending on how it goes
I have had girlfriends say they would never love again
they invited me to their big wedding day
I feel that never is a very long time
why put the word never onto anything
I said for many years not to say never
never is not in my vocabulary.
Pretty bright sunny day with birds singing,
turned stormy with big dark clouds,
AN OUNCE OF TEARS came out.
Higgledy-Giggled
Iron-spined advocate
Raised you with discipline
Unyielding.
Young mama rises in opposition
Big Momma stood solid-
Tough love that felt mean
But-
Built one unbreakable.
In the arms of a lover's dream
The sensual grace, up close to your smoothe face
Maybe to never to know the truth to my obsession
A home-boy,who loved his mother
Like a scene from some love story
I melt,I wonder, it gives me all the peace I need
I am in love, but it's like dry wrought in the brain
I am not making out in the back seat
Why does that feeling have to sing in my face
All the king's men and his women
Couldn't drag me away from
I live for that feeling
You give me
Please let me repay
JACKIE WE SAY BYE
MAY YOUR SOUL SOAR TO THE SKY
FOREVER FLY HIGH
UFOs—
unidentified flying objects.
But flying objects
are often man-made.
So does that mean
our government is alien?
The big deception:
alien life forms in space.
But alien life forms
aren’t humans from other countries.
Aliens are monsters—
monsters are predators—
corrupt entities
hidden within a nation’s trust.
Citizens believe
in current events
while real threats
remain hush-hush.
Maybe we need a system
without division—
multiplying solutions
by removing opposition,
until cooperation
becomes the thing
we recognize
as human.
Born with hair of a lighter brown,
A gentle soul in his quiet town,
He walked alone where visions spoke,
Through heavy air and battle smoke.
No crown of gold or feathered crest,
No tales of war upon his chest,
Just one lone feather was in his hair,
And lightning painted bright and bare.
Not born to rule with a chief's command,
He won the hearts of his own homeland,
From Rosebud's heat to Bighorn’s sound,
He guarded all he walked around.
He shared his meat, he fed the poor,
And kept the winter from the door,
A shelter for the weak and small,
He gave his heart to save them all.
When worn by hunger, cold, and tear,
He brought his people home from fear,
Yet freedom could not be contained—
A soldier's blade, a sudden stain.
He fell not broken by the foe,
With quiet courage, letting go,
A wild, free spirit, brave and deep,
Who gave his people space to sleep.
Now laid to rest where whispers keep,
In secret ground he takes his sleep,
Near Porcupine Butte's lonely height,
Hidden safely within the prairie night.
Looking back on how far I’ve come,
God’s kept his promise and word.
Overwhelmed with joy and gratitude,
Experiencing the opposite of expectations.
His faithfulness and goodness is unmatched,
I’m so confused had to do a head scratch.
Falling on my knees prayer form,
Giving you honor and praise is my norm.
I’ve been desiring this for the longest,
Now it’s happening with little stress.
Like, how are you this good to me?
Blessing me in ways that I can’t believe.
Overwhelming satisfaction fills my soul,
Your spirit keeps me intact and whole.
Urging me to remain on this path,
Progressing and excelling task by task.
As the moment arrives ever closer,
The weight is rising on my shoulders.
I know I’m prepared for this occasion,
Leaving children is not his reputation.
Uproariously running like the stampede, these cats huge saunter near me luckily I found this marble next to my wallet, both the money and wallet are big cat varmints like silky trespasser near and dear this marble acutely registers you dear.
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