If I weren’t such a kidder,
you might have to consider
just where I went and hid her
now that I am a widder.
But now you can’t assume;
you’ll call for an exhume
and then you’ll storm and fume.
The widder grin doth bloom.
Feeling a stinging, sharp pain.
It's fitting perfectly, like a puzzle piece.
Who is it that is to blame?
Going faster and harder till both of us break,
going still, even if I freeze,
'cause, oh Lord, it really is for my sake.
All the fire inside of me,
the feeling only screaming, “Please,”
letting them out, letting them grow, letting them be.
He is all I ever wanted to achieve.
With him, the largest problems transform into relief.
At dinner, I was a bit edgy,
cuz my wife gave me a mean wedgy.
When I ventured to ask her why,
she said, "Cuz you're such a dumb guy!
I asked for meat pizza, not veggie."
Practice till it becomes natural.
I smile and everything around me changes.
The world's a better place.
Wordku: 5-7-5 words
AP: 3rd place 2026
your tenaciousness sperm is always spunky ! I a prove of you .
(Weekly Magnetic Poetry Challenge • August 3–9, 2026)
Just a bit after midnight
The fridge hums in the background
An old clock quietly ticks
As she turns the pages
A quiet house exhales
Chapters still to write
Sorrow has found solace here
Laughter an echo chamber
Children a place to be children
Adults allowed to join them
She is scarred, this old house
Stories to go with each one
Hockey sticks, baseballs,
Jump ropes and roller skates
Her windows stick
The doors and floors squeak
Pencil marks tell of a family’s growth
Tape marks recall art exhibits
We will sleep well tonight
Listening to the gentle heartbeat
Of an old house whispering
Just a bit after midnight
I see my nation, they weep
My leader rejoice now and then
Ancient issues as always be
Ignorance and joy
When actual life weep
The fights and struggles end to this not
Mind was read but sorrow was found
We cry and lament but hope a lot
How could renewed hope be real?
Just an agenda that never been real
My refined neighbor
In mouth we surpassed thee
In name our superiority shout
Real life I wish for no potholes that kill cars
For opportunities and securities
But our failure, still failing
Still winning in illusion
Who of what generation would be
Savior with no vague views
Truth be told and here still stand
Potential I heard we still leads
The unit corrupt highly fatal
Death and hatred wish to other
But all linger down from the led
How sadly speaking minds are now?
Just let sit and cry a bit
I didn't say that,
Jackson Browne did
I'm not talking about music,
rhyme, or suicide
Isn't that just three
simple words
for what I cannot
wrap my mind around?
Ben, I won't tell you
now
that I came to the edge once
too
sometimes tomorrows
don't feel
like possibilities
I consider the view from the top
when breathing can sometimes be
the hardest part
Would air run wild to hold me
if I let go?
Does a passionate end
make an average life
worth reconsidering?
"Does it ever get easier mom?"
You might ask me in ten years
I'll tell you (the love and bane
of my existence)
"No, but its worth
multiplies"
my mother’s light blue jacket
it’s that little souvenir of a terrible year
cancer is mean, a bully, a curse
she had it in her lungs for a bit
Cancer got uglier, and spread about
He got into her brain, her bones, her everything
a terrible year, a terrible year
the last three months worse than all the others
I see my mother’s light blue jacket now
and remember cancer well, but cannot get rid of it
because it still has the fragrance of my mother
I can always take a whiff; it’s the only scent of her I have lef
I breathe a smoke it’s a bit of a choke
Cause I quit my smoking habit
Rather long time I did
But I may start again if you say I can
You’re the kind of lady that makes my world turn
Sending me roses to keep the setting sun burn
I see the snow it’s a bit of a show
Cause it’s 30th of April what a thrill
When all snow used to melt or it haven’t felt
But it did fall to make the land look good
And we watch in awe as if it’s understood
I’m not at war it’s a bit of a law
They can change overnight but I wouldn’t fight
We are kind of people that help your garden grow
Sit among the roses in the evening afterglow
I’m doing fine it’s a bit of a crime
In somebody’s book I might be a crook
But I don’t care and they’re well aware
You’re the kind of lady that makes me feel great
I give you anything even though it’s a bit late
I smashed the mirror it was a bit of an error
But then I was a boy who liked to annoy
I was hated to bits but with me it fits
You thought what a bloke he’s a bit of a joke
But I’ll make him work he can use my fork..
It’s a little bit warmer,
Much better than colder,
For time’s a transformer
And thus, I am older.
We’re subject to weather
Beyond our controlling
And, lone or together,
There is no cajoling
Since Nature likes toying
With our expectations
And, though it’s annoying,
We make adaptations.
The heaviest jacket
Is not what I’m wearing.
This cold, we can hack it,
But I am preparing
For temps to start crashing
Once we think we’re past it
As Nature, eyes flashing,
Will once again blast it.
all genius includes a bit of madness
she’s a loon, they say, touched, odd
because she is an original, a comedienne,
an artist, a painter, a singer, a dancer
none of these things make money, they say
she’s abnormal, perhaps the biggest compliment of all
a quintessential her-own-person woman,
mad to you, sane to those who truly know
everyone who ever did anything notable was a bit odd
Columbus thinking the world was round? That was crazy.
The inventions of iron, incubator and vacuum – insanity
never question the importance of a little lunacy.
I'm comfy as can be
As long as I have my teacup
And my favourite cozy blanket
Wordku: 5-7-5 words
AP: Honorable Mention 2025
Oh, step inside and see the Lincoln bathroom.
This marble is a vision to behold.
The government might now be in a shutdown, but
Blame the Democrats, oh yes! Blame the Democrats, oh yes!
Did I mention faucets made of gold?
Blame the Democrats (like me)! The Republicans agree
That my White House plans are big and bold.
Oh, see the East Wing in a pile of rubble.
A massive ballroom will rise up instead,
Those needing SNAP funds may be having trouble, but
Blame the Democrats, like me, for the Democrats, you see
Are the reason children can’t get fed.
Blame the Democrats (like me)! The Republicans agree
Only feed the families voting red!
Though I was King of Mar-a-Largo,
The White House needed me to spruce things up.
Mt. Rushmore’s waiting for my face’s carving,
Or else my visage should be on a coin.
Planes are delayed and families are starving, but
Blame the Democrats, oh yes! They’re the reason for this mess.
Young Republicans need you to join!
Blame the Democrats! It seems even most of the Supremes
Take my side and bow right down to kiss my feet.
Oh, those Democrats, so blue, wonder what they’re gonna do
If three terms will make my life complete?
On a moonlit night, with no one else in sight,
returning from a swim in the lake, with nothing on.
All he found was an old hat, as all his clothes were gone.
Covering his essentials, an old woman laughed seeing his 'credentials'
''Madam" he cried "A lady would not laugh at that! "
She replied " Well a gentleman would tip his hat"
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