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)
I am engrossed
with you irresistible , tenacious
not impassively
or ungrudgingly
but humbling
presentiment
of my brainwave
(Weekly Magnetic Poetry Challenge • July 20–26, 2026)
Sow seeds before green garden ye savour,
Eat fruits of toil and sweat only thy own,
Quote no quotes often chewed, void of flavour,
No garden goes green, not by hard toil grown.
Be it an insight, brainwave as never,
One’s own muse is most inspiring maid known.
For long man, who’s forbidden fruits desired,
Goes on a wander lust such fruits to fish,
Why the Garden of Eden is admired,
Why things proscribed go for greater relish.
It is no sin to get by greats inspired
If you add your own, cook not someone’s dish.
World is the sole piece of creative art,
The rest is inspired, all of it or part.
_______________________
Sonnet |03.03.2009, revised Feb 2025|
Note: This sonnet does not follow the Pythagorean divide between the octave and sestet commonly found in sonnets, but an equal one followed by a couplet resolving the premise.
I Deploy Happiness and Joy,
Exuberant like a boy.
It's a brand new toy,
One you can enjoy,
Anytime,
Anyplace,
Put a smile on that face.
Feel that saving grace,
Filling the Empty space,
When your reality starts to quake.
Put on the brakes,
Accept the mistakes.
A different choice to make,
When you're about to break.
When emotions create a wake,
A wave,
Becoming their slave.
A new path to take,
Don't misbehave.
Smile.
Be brave,
Ride the brainwave.
Surf the concave,
Emotional swell.
Shred that Tube,
Don't come unglued.
Slide through that bad attitude,
With a strong mental aptitude.
Exude gratitude,
Know you're valued.
Change the mood,
A choice you'll be glad you used.
Let Happiness and Joy guide you,
As you Ride through,
your Attitudes.
City hub on wings
apogee of ultra bright
fire within urban comet
tangerine signpost
to future halcyon spot
amidst buoyant step onrush
Bouncy castle perk
spurs avid market stall pitch
bargain in a jiffy bag
loophole hatched off-curb
brainwave surge from genie flash
to everyone’s benefit
Silver winter tinged
trees and wet overcast skies
never dampen township verve
that heartland zeitgeist
typical of boom and bloom
day or night march on dweller
Sweep off feet vision
endemic to rapid shifts
where marvel woos miracle
in heady cocktail
at the cutting-edge hubbub
point of entry upbeat frame
a really good brainwave ~ leaves nothing to the imagination
breathtakingly deep ~ dreams may be ~ surfing on the edge of fantasy
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02/14/23
It's fun having fun with English,
Children are smart, sometimes we're not;
Enjoy this, call it what you wish,
One of the wittiest I got,
"How many kidneys do we have?"
The teacher asked the bright young boy,
"Four", replied he, (what a brainwave!)
The teacher laughed, he did enjoy,
The boy explained, "WE have got four,
Two of mine and two of yours, Sir",
Dumbstruck, the teacher laughed no more,
This boy, when grown, caused quite a stir!
He became a great humourist*,
The school, I'm sure, was his first stage,
He knew how to give a fun twist
To the witty English language.
08.14.2021
*Famous Brazilian humourist - Apparicio Torelly Aporelly (1895-1971), better known as the "Barao de Itararé"
(True story found in the Web)
[Written in mock Shakespearean(ish) for no
better reason than my own amusement]
Enlighten me, Lord, O where might it go
Perchance some robber doth steal it away
Late evening acquired and meant it to grow
Forsooth, it is gone, ’tis absent today
How might it blossom If nourished and fed
A deed laid aside for when I arose
The small hand was high, I went to my bed
Did the night watch it go, nobody knows
Surely the answer dwells inside my mind
Lord, lessen this fog to render bright lit
Should no doppelgänger be there to find
Neither my first nor my last moonlight flit
Notions not noted if lost to you will
Perhaps soon flow from another man’s quill
If I could jump in a rainbow
And soak up the rays
It still wouldn’t compare
To the love of my Babe
He showers me with sentiments
He explains how he feels
He gives us a future
And makes fantasy become real
I can’t quite remember my life before him
And he thinks the same
We are brainwave twins
My life has no past
It seems I’ve forgotten
Like it was molded or rotten
With my baby it’s all new
Life started the day
I met my true best friend
Confidant and lover for always
Minds eye revolution
14/08/2018
Minds eye revolution
Industrial solution
Brainwave pollution
Stunted evolution
Living life reckless
Fragile future feckless
Heavy heart helpless
Soul search purpose
Chemical dependency
Limited life expectancy
Wake up reluctantly
Doubt self constantly
Hard fought decision
Much self derision
Brain cell collision
New world vision
Wake up expectantly
Start again excitedly
Lessons learnt thoroughly
Damaged world behind me
Detox relieves me
Rehab's a journey
Suffer through therapy
Reliving dark memory
Synapses reconnect
Positivite affect
Self exam reflect
Accept do not deflect
Learn self love
Gift from above
Fits like a glove
Life my new drug
Have you ever met someone who made love to your mind
Took your heart and soul
Massaging your brain everytime (Intertwined)
The words that they speak
In their own way unique
Having you looking crazy
Sweeping you off your feet
Mentally caressing not touching flesh but the heart
The mentality so sexy
Closing my eyes
The words stimulating my brain
No flesh just mentally connecting
Flying on that brainwave plane
Attracted to his ambiance
Mostly his intelligence
It's the meeting of the minds
That makes this love well defined.
Something different
Not physical but pineal
Those specific quiet noondays
When I wake up in a blaze
With anticipation and amaze
It enables me to start transcending
A blasting brainwave of creating
Suddenly, I have a hankering
For dynamic innovative rhyming
My internal universe of eidetic imagery
Is continually running lyrically
My mind works, with a hunch feeling
It encourages me, when drafting
Where I sit into the quiet of night
Underneath, its cryptic shadow delight
Where my psyche is running and gunning
I keep composing and poesying
You Live Where Your Heart Lives
As I listened to my favourite instrumental music
Its frequencies sunk me into deep calmness
Wistfully I looked out of the window
To see the morning sun piercing through the
The leafless pruned fruit trees
Which brushed my face with hope
My thoughts travelled to our daughters living ashore
Summer vacations were a few months away
And the desires surged as the delta waves
For speedy flights to our loving daughters for
They had unlocked the doors of their new abodes
Uncontrollable desires arose to bless their homes and kids
I paused and prayed to the benevolent gods
To listen to the rhythm of my writhing soul
My heartbeats went asunder building bridges to them
The binaural wave sounds uplifted my sagging spirits
Kabir's words of wisdom flashed and brought a smile
'You travel with the heart, you live where your heart lives'.
*Three Hour Meditation Music by Brainwave Power Music was being played in the background as I penned wistful thoughts.
* Kabir is a 15th century Indian mystic poet and saint
February 8, 2016
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The autonomic response seeks a trigger
within familiar brainwave states of being
to toss aside the conflict of conscience
inherit behind the valor of mortal peril.
A batting eye or moistened lip sends
corpuscles on a dance of endorphins
pattering in time to the mother pulse
that stirs the fiber of chattering bone
defiant beneath flexing musculature
soaking up lipids and protein strands
to quake the bleached core of form
that lines us erect with proud notions.
Within the field directing our gait
are ricochet messages from cohorts
and scoundrels with intent on returns
reigning dominion over human action.
The structure of the machine grinds
regardless of purpose or preference
until cellular matter loses gelatinous
resistance from such bombardment
of sigil energy and profit centers in
constant dialogue with all instincts
selectively pursuing black or white
in balance with the Boolean hoard
shaping the appropriate margins of
acceptable thought processes until
sharp knifes cure our insufferable
ideas of mitosis feeding liberation.
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