DEEPHEARTED
By Frank Daub
Softly told –
in the manner of a wedding vow –
“I am going home”.
Said in the morning light sitting at my side.
I saw the Bride
that she had been. The GIRL
that willed to give all –
And DID.
I write it now – to help my soul
ACCEPT the fate He sent.
Belief comes now in waiting
And
Holding tight the Sacrament –
of living as He told us
So.
you barf baster again
washbowl always amplify serious
burden but buttress can
gloriously grandstand crumpled expunging
never negotiate prolonged affliction
center choppy crabbedness extract
stillness for greenback stockholding
that ascribe brandish backsliding
gastrogavage plumping faintness and
your wedding will be
unalterable fluttering caring desirableness
(Weekly Magnetic Poetry Challenge • August 24–30, 2026)
This is it,
In midst of chaos -primal
Greeny bloom woods,
Riseth the morning- alive
Is Sunshine a freedom?
Or a journey - lone
Wandering on paths - stray
Desires went abode
Yet on lane destiny- future
Memories meeked all momentum
Yearnings of purpose
Contradict the broughtup- slavery
Of genuine home- egypt
Where needs satiate,
Desires met slight,
Blurred every shades-plight
Stationed present edged
the motion independence
Weaved enough - aggravated
To find a sight - right
Now, ye discern
Of way sorjournees
Who sought only physical
Lapsed away from the head - eternal
Me - desperately denied
as them few - natural
Looking forth unto hills - zion
On direction fifth
With faith bodacious - in above
Walking cadence towards
works which setteth- beforehand
Not to prove, but to love
As a faithful bride
In the end.
Dr. Frankenstein surely tried
to make, for his monster, a loving bride;
but the woman he produced,
could in no way be induced
to marry a man with a brain, sub-par,
though she said one thing bested most, by far.
There lived a peasant girl, I do recall,
Of cheerful and charming disposition;
And a servant boy who lived in her halls,
Unwavering in loyal submission.
They fell in love, a tender transition,
But the whims of fate pulled him from her side;
Deployed to war on the king’s commission,
He vowed to return, and make her his bride.
On good fortune, the enemy did fall,
But she knew not of her love’s position;
He was missing from the returning haul,
So she succumbed to dark intuitions.
By happenstance, the king’s premonitions
Led him to the plains where she resides;
When he gazed upon this lovely pigeon,
He promised to make her his princess bride.
A masked man in black climbed the castle walls
While the future queen was in dormition;
She stirred awake upon hearing his call,
Hoping to find her love’s apparition.
He shed his mask and his inhibitions,
Assuring his love that he had not died;
They embraced, a lovely exhibition,
And she resolved to be his princess bride.
The story says, a timeless tradition,
That they voyaged where sun and sea collide;
Through any fate that came to fruition,
She forever remained his princess bride.
Running on rose petals,
sharp heels piercing the dirt.
A trail of betrayal,
and a heart that bleeds.
With heavy footsteps, she lunges at her victim.
An ensemble plays an encore.
Nails viciously claw and tear,
ripping away that rot and ruin.
Screams of mercy are drowned out by her rage.
One sees red, the other has his eyes closed.
As crimson tears cover her dress,
the bride bears the mark of death.
A silky silhouette in the coastal midnight air
A Pisces pulling power out of every single prayer
Russian roulette with my eyes on the chamber
Fall into these pools of incandescent ambers
They never see me coming… a siren lures her prey
A trail of broken egos cuz she always has her way
Say your last hellos—make way for Neptune’s bride
As I gracefully pull victims like the ocean’s tide
I leave a taste of venom and Medusa’s quite proud
They try to escape; they know that’s not allowed
All these lyrical graves that I’ve dug
Death by my ink is a sweet painless drug
Accept when you’ve been marked by the beast
A chaotic inferno of anger unleashed
I’m swift like a Mako—so sink or swim fast
You live in the shadow my silhouette cast
I rewrite your fate with a stroke of my pen
While you fall in love like the rest of the men
I’ll wear your devotion like pearls on my chest
Baptize your soul with my words on your flesh
I’m the last thing you see as you take your last breath
I’ll be kissing you slow as you plunge to your death
Seven days of a newborn creation
Hymns to bless the man and soon-to-be wife
Heaven and earth cheer with acclamation
Witnessed by holy Uthras and Great Life
Witnessed by Mandaean kin without strife
Two pearls crowned with myrtle wreaths from the height
Graced with a scarlet-stone ring on the right
Graced with a green-stone ring on the left hand
Grapes, dates, walnuts and almonds to delight
Bride and bridegroom warmly kiss as Life planned
To all the Misters
Who thought me a sister
Who found me a bore
In which to abhor.
Who tolerated me in "loving" pursuit of something "else"
Than "love 'til death do us part" as chimes
The whimsical of chapel wedding bells:
I do apologize for having stayed so long
I wish you well, though I dismissed you "gone"
Please do know...from the depth of my soul
I wouldn't have stayed so very long
But, if I did over-welcome my stay., I'll just have you know
I only did embedding the simple thought deep in my soul
That YOU were suitable for me to build MY dream,
Fulfill my goals and visions - yet unforeseen
First thing's first: A "safe" haven is what you miss
All for YOUR exchange altar-trade - a dollar for a kiss....
The pristine white bride
gracefully glided down the
aisle toward her sharply
dressed, eagerly waiting
groom.
A sudden, violent gust of
freezing air violently
shattered the stained- glass
windows of the church.
The delicate white lace of
her bridal veil rapidly
decayed into a swarm of
black spiders.
Horrified wedding guests
shrieked as the pews
suddenly transformed into
rotting wooden coffins that
snapped shut.
The smiling groom unhinged
his jaw, swallowing the screaming
bride whole before the altar.
June bride
groom's side...
Blooming
beaming...
Sweet smile
smites guile...
Vow's mirth
pledge-worth...
They kiss
life's bliss...
He cares
she shares...
God* binds
their minds...
Two hearts...
whole parts...
One goal
home's soul...
"We do...
Let's go."
*Mark 10:9 What therefore God hath joined together, let not man put asunder.
June 10, 2026
6th place, "1479" Poetry Writing Premiere Contest
Sponsored by Brian Strand; judged on 6/12/2026
Just to keep up with a new style, while the Sand man sticks to a plan to hence understand the sentence one tense to be rinsed as the Grinch defends his tent in a pinch despite its foul rotten odor of a stench mouthed one voter who was NOT that dense in past present and future tense hence the bench warrant quarantine latrine screaming beanie baby trading card retarded jarred smarties party past time hardly hardy bartering shotgun runtime bubble covered in Nick at night slime time grime crockery stole bike spike Lymes disease treaty spiked seizer sky high geyser lightning bolt jolt soda colt cold shouldered boulder scolded holding smoldering diamond ring rugged bug-eyed smuggler tug of war tare of a care bare share holder folder to be both bad and bolder like gold oil and drugs with extra hugs and butt plugs underneath the rugs for the fuzz buzzing love jugs whatever that was or wasn’t but not my cousin nuzzling the guzzled puzzling Charlie Sheen screaming ice cream machine that feeds a team and the b team both green beans and brings the fiends back to their gene’s roots and boot scooting things... Let us see what else life brings. The Time is NOW! POW!!!
She smiles as bride of gloom
Gothic style floats her balloon
Young and eccentric
Taste was accented
Black roses tattoo on the groom
I dream denim poems
That shift in the silver moonlight
Keeping ideas that form
From joyful to night fright
Sometimes they are like a bonnet
Worn to keep warm my brain
Rhymes divine and sandy sonnets
And some with no formal name
Slipping into my subconscious
Like a new bride into white lingerie
With honeymoon glow upon us
Till starry night becomes sunny day
Florist Gerald, who lived with his mother,
In corsage became killer Camilla.
As never the bride,
Errant men he handtied,
And with spray of cyanide, he did smother.
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